<?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-6496190857768864752</id><updated>2011-08-12T07:48:18.769-05:00</updated><category term='rude people'/><category term='Mustang'/><category term='sky'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Michael Johns'/><category term='Singing'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Puck'/><category term='burp'/><category term='movies'/><category term='English'/><category term='books'/><category term='workout'/><category term='crying'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Housework'/><category term='boys'/><category term='bunny'/><category term='goodnight'/><category term='phone'/><category term='noodles'/><category term='ex-boyfriend'/><category term='silver'/><category term='Flash'/><category term='summer'/><category term='menstruation'/><category term='water'/><category term='Manhattan'/><category term='IPOD'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='book update'/><category term='tears'/><category term='history class'/><category term='Work'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='bells'/><category term='chem'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='ginger'/><category term='Soul'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><category term='future'/><category term='twin'/><category term='Mail'/><category term='weather'/><category term='drama'/><category term='titanic. movies'/><category term='cabbage'/><category term='bucket'/><category term='father'/><category term='secrets'/><category term='lost'/><category term='babysitting'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='scared'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='etiquette'/><category term='information'/><category term='top 50'/><category term='Hattie'/><category term='Kitten'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='Kleenex'/><category term='platinum'/><category term='first'/><category term='school'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='game'/><category term='river'/><category term='Grandâme'/><category term='television'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='oltl'/><category term='life'/><category term='Taco Bell'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='what if'/><category term='mediterranean'/><category term='Love'/><category term='about me'/><category term='Stone'/><category term='Hairspray'/><category term='confession'/><category term='Upset'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='the office'/><category term='Top Chef'/><category term='weight'/><category term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Soul of Ink</title><subtitle type='html'>Go ahead, cut me, see that?  That's ink, not blood.  I'm programmed to write, it's my blood.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-1619185406179273199</id><published>2010-02-10T20:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:57:29.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't been a good blogger here.  :(  I have been slacking majorly in fact.  However, would it help if I told you that I have been blogging elsewhere?  I know, I have been cheating on you poor blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I cannot see myself really rectifying that situation.  :(  I really don't have too much of a need to write here anymore.  My other blog encompasses everything that I need.  I think I might update this every month or two, but really, this blog is about a period in my life that is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It focuses a lot on high school.  After all, I started this blog as a junior.  I really have grown a lot from it.  I think that there are some fabulous posts here and I would never get rid of it, but I have outgrown it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have another blog.  But, I will warn you, it may be too graphic/sexual/kinky for some of my readers here.  I know that I have a handful of followers, and I would love it if you followed me over to my new blog.  I understand if you don't though.  My new blog has an 'about me' page which is linked in the left hand sidebar.  If you do follow me over, check that out and see if that blog is something you are interested in.  I love you all, and thank you for following me through this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;a href="http://jonsbabydoll.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebloggingslave.com"&gt;New blog here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-1619185406179273199?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/1619185406179273199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=1619185406179273199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1619185406179273199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1619185406179273199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2010/02/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7005601175475390204</id><published>2010-02-07T19:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:13:45.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Would you rather own a luxury yacht or a private jet?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;If all the expenses of such were always taken care of, and I didn&amp;#039;t have to worry about them?  Jet.  You can get so many more places on a jet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/jonsbabydoll"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7005601175475390204?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7005601175475390204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7005601175475390204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7005601175475390204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7005601175475390204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7143975906772729930</id><published>2010-01-17T20:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:03:59.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Stealing a Cat.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Ghost of Me by Chris Daughtry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this little kitty that lives under my house.  It has to be really young looking at the size of it.  I am luring it into my loving home.  It will work.  Almost got it three nights ago.  I plan on catching it this week.  I will keep you updated.  I named it Skittles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7143975906772729930?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7143975906772729930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7143975906772729930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7143975906772729930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7143975906772729930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-stealing-cat.html' title='I&apos;m Stealing a Cat.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-20449222476395936</id><published>2010-01-04T13:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:37:12.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Cowboy Casanova by Carrie Underwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been jobless for a few months now.  It is very frustrating.  I got a 'lead' [?] on a local movie rental place, and was told to call back after the holidays.  I took that to mean January 1st.  Apparently it meant December 25th, because I called today and guess what?  They are training the people they hired.  &gt;.&lt;  It makes me want to cry.  I had really high hopes since they were at a desperate need for people.  Apparently at such a need they hired people in the 6 days between my 'holiday' discrepancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really supremely sucks major ass because I am not bringing any money into the house.  It makes me feel awful every time that I need something or want something.  Stuff that is needed, like shampoo, I feel awful about buying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I contribute to the house in my own way, cleaning, taking care of the dogs, taking care of the house, doing anything that Sky needs me to, but it is FRUSTRATING.  I am capable of working.  I want to work!  I know that in this economy I am not the only one looking.  But really, I would take anything.  Part-time?  Sure!  I just would like to bring some moo-la home for the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-20449222476395936?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/20449222476395936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=20449222476395936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/20449222476395936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/20449222476395936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2010/01/jobless.html' title='Jobless.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3463977149241826274</id><published>2009-12-29T10:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:26:13.322-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandâme'/><title type='text'>Clean.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the holidays with Grandâme and Hattie, it was so nice.  I was run down to empty, but I was spending holidays with family so that made me happy.  I was literally run down to empty though.  I didn't get a moments rest.  Which was fine because I rarely see them so it is nice to run around and fit everything in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it meant that I was also away from Sky for two weeks.  Which meant that the house went without cleaning for two weeks.  I came into the house happy, excited to see the dogs and rest a bit.  I did not sleep at all due to my early flight this morning.  I was looking forward to sleeping in my bed and getting some zzzzs before Sky got home.  We talked yesterday and he made it seem like the house was decent.  I knew that he wouldn't clean the toilets or anything like that, but I expected the house to be decent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in the house and was... disappointed.  Not that it is filthy or anything, but it is definitely too dirty for me.  I don't understand how crumbs are not cleaned up.  Especially from areas that aren't supposed to have crumbs!  I don't understand how hard it is to run the water after a shave to clean the sink.  I just don't get how the mess doesn't get to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it though, and I didn't leave the house in pristine condition either though.  There were things that needed to get done.  There were things that could have been cleaner.  I was definitely slacking on my household duties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like crying though.  I am so exhausted and I can't sleep.  I need to clean.  I already cleaned the sink, and I feel like that just sapped any energy I had.  To even think about doing anything else makes me want to curl into a ball and start sobbing.  Oh well, it needs to get done.  Sleeping is for losers anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3463977149241826274?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3463977149241826274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3463977149241826274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3463977149241826274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3463977149241826274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/12/clean.html' title='Clean.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-1938586860555192035</id><published>2009-12-23T20:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:22:05.276-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Last Christmas by Wham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've blogged here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a fabulous time with family, but Sky and I are apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Grrrrrr-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-1938586860555192035?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/1938586860555192035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=1938586860555192035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1938586860555192035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1938586860555192035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3441264234301304138</id><published>2009-11-13T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:14:12.712-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bells'/><title type='text'>Fabulous.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching RW/RR Challenge: The Ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sky was on a business trip for the past couple of days.  That's all fine and dandy.  So this morning I woke up with him early and was putzing around with him.  He looked over at me and said that he bought something for me.  I was genuinely surprised, my heart filled with excitment.  He pulled out this little box with the Liberty Bell on it.  My heart felt like love was overfilling it.  I opened the box to find a small bell.  Sky knows that I collect bells from a small conversation we had once.  Nothing could have been better.  I have the most amazing boyfriend ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3441264234301304138?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3441264234301304138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3441264234301304138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3441264234301304138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3441264234301304138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/11/fabulous.html' title='Fabulous.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-686111463613079346</id><published>2009-10-28T14:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:10:22.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I take showers that burn my skin.  My skin turns this deep red.  It looks like my whole body is blushing.  I take these showers once a week... sometimes twice. I have learned that I shouldn't take these showers two days in a row.  They make me feel lightheaded.  I wasn't thinking and took two, one last night and one today.  Less than 24 hours in between.  I feel lightheaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the sensation.  I like the slight burn.  The thought that goes screaming through my head to either get out of the scalding water or to turn it down.  I fight this urge and take the burn.  I usually do this when I need to think.  When something stressful is going on as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lightheaded.  I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so was he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-686111463613079346?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/686111463613079346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=686111463613079346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/686111463613079346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/686111463613079346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot.html' title='Hot.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-2461565785198790857</id><published>2009-10-22T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:02:16.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Housework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Picture by Kid Rock feat. Sheryl Crow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a bit of a headache so far.  I woke up late-ish.  Not a bad thing, but the dogs were barking as soon as they saw me to go outside.  I felt awful that they needed to go and I didn't take them at the normal time.  One of them was mad and even though we were outside for more than a half hour decided to save his messy treats for the floor in the dining room.  How pleasant.  I then spent over two hours talking a friend up from her emotionally low point because of her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then called Sky to ask what I should have for lunch.  He was busy and I felt like shit for bothering him.  I then ate lunch and browsed around online for a job.  No, browsing is the wrong word.  I scoured the internet for a job, only to be faced once again with the dim realization that right now there is nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just not a good day for me.  I want to curl up under the covers and go back to sleep.  I want to cry.  This is so not like me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being here... being with Sky... but I miss what I left behind too.  I know I am in the right place, but when you are being faced with bugs, no car, no job, and no school, sometimes the old things get glamorized.  I know that I made the right decision.  The place that I was at was not healthy for me.  It was wearing on me and I couldn't do anything about it.  Now I am loved and welcomed in my home.  I knew that I would get homesick eventually, and I think the overly hormonal state I'm in right now doesn't help these feelings, but seriously, going back to bed looks really good right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I love Sky.  We live a very 1950s-esque household.  Which I love.  But I handle the housework.  Dishes, cleaning, etc etc etc.  Well, we have a tiny bug issue that has me literally scared to go into my kitchen.  Sky did the dishes last night.  At that moment I fell a little bit more in love with him.  I am head over heels.  I love him with all of my heart.  He is the best man in the whole world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-2461565785198790857?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/2461565785198790857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=2461565785198790857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2461565785198790857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2461565785198790857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3983907556360707002</id><published>2009-10-18T04:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T04:26:27.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently not listening to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sunday, and Sunday means &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;postsecret&lt;/a&gt;.  I love this website and have even before it got popular by All American Rejects.  Well, I went there this morning and a secret really affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/StpMf3cZmJI/AAAAAAAAKFM/eu3a9p9R0ec/s400/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/StpMf3cZmJI/AAAAAAAAKFM/eu3a9p9R0ec/s400/mail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one above this really got to me.  I miss my cat.  *so much* He was the one thing that got me through my hard times.  He listened to me when I had problems.  Which sounds strange, but a lot of the times he was the only one I could talk to.  He would snuggle up and listen.  He would sleep with me.  He would play with me.  I love him to death and miss him more than anything in the world.  He is my kitty love and I will never stop loving him.  It breaks my heart that I am away from him.  He is the best cat in the world.  It is a worry of mine that when I go to visit that he won't love me anymore, or at least not to the degree that he did.  Or that he will hold it against me that I left.  I hope that he remembers all the talks we had and remembers that I never wanted to leave him.  I hope that he remembers why I left.  I know this all sounds silly to some of you, but I needed to write it out.  I miss my cat.  A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3983907556360707002?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3983907556360707002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3983907556360707002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3983907556360707002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3983907556360707002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/StpMf3cZmJI/AAAAAAAAKFM/eu3a9p9R0ec/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-6376005833613113411</id><published>2009-10-09T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:19:49.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Friday night.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching something Sky has on in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friday night has been so nice.  Sky came home, we ate dinner, did some stuff around the house, had some fun, and are now relaxing with a movie on.  It is so nice to be able to curl up next to him.  :)  I actually wanted this to be a longer post, but now that I'm thinking about it... why am I sitting at the computer instead of sitting next to my sexy sexy sexy boyfriend???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-6376005833613113411?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/6376005833613113411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=6376005833613113411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6376005833613113411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6376005833613113411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/10/friday-night.html' title='Friday night.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-6854120504216141876</id><published>2009-10-05T18:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T19:20:32.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>Getting There</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Crazy Possessive by Kaci Battaglia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am settling in my new home.  It is nice and cozy.  The spare bedroom is mysteriously colder than the rest of the house.  I am definitely keeping myself busy.  There is so much to do and I would love to have it done already but that would be impossible.  This is the first time that I am tackling everything by myself.  It is a bit overwhelming, but I like that Sky knows that I will get it all done.  The bathroom is completely in terms of cleaning.  The only things left to do are minor but require asking Sky some questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have washed all the new dishes and put them away.  I am going to need to do laundry later this week, but to be honest it is one of the last things on my list.  Sky and I have enough clothes to last and there is so much to be done inside the house I really don't want to leave for something like that.  Weird, but true.  I'm thinking maybe early next week I will make it into a day long affair.  Because, to be honest, Sky has way more laundry than I would expect.  &gt;.&lt;  Laundry definitely isn't one of my favorite things to do.  Not at all.  That's okay though... Once we get all of it done then I will figure out a more stable way to handle it where it is not a day-long thing and just a two hour trip or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cleaned off the dining room table although I want to do more tonight.  Just to organize it.  All of the trash is off of it now.  Lol, just as I typed that I found three more pieces of trash on it.  Into a trash pile!  :D  I love cleaning for Sky.  It calms me and puts a smile on my face, even though the task is daunting.  Tomorrow I think I want to put my clothes away, but I cannot go into the spare bedroom now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky has a lot of clothes and I don't know exactly how he has them organized now, there are drawers, but it is sort of confusing.  I'm not too worried about it.  I am going to clean a decorative ledge above the fireplace so I can start to figure out what to put there.  Right now there is a bunch of random things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying thing to me is the floors but I know I can't do those until everything else is done, or else I'll just end up redoing it.  I got the floors in the bathroom and that is what was really irritating me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking at prices for a new tub/tub surround today.  I just don't think that I can get the tub any cleaner and I've used comet three times already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only woe right now is my lack of hot water.  The gas isn't activated yet and I hate cold showers.  Not to mention, shaving is a bitch with cold water.  Skin gets all prickly with goosebumps and I cut myself.  Grrrrrr.  Not pleasant.  Not at all.  Also I have this really weird bug bite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing well though.  Better than well.  Amazing.  I am happy in my home.  That hasn't been something I have been able to say for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-6854120504216141876?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/6854120504216141876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=6854120504216141876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6854120504216141876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6854120504216141876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/10/getting-there.html' title='Getting There'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-537495911029902721</id><published>2009-10-04T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:17:35.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>My New Life</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Everyone's At It by Lily Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved yesterday.  I am happy.  I am in the process of cleaning.  The bathroom right now specifically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am eating [a really really good PB&amp;amp;J sandwich.  Mmmmm].  I still am in the middle of cleaning the bathroom though.  Just took a dinner break.  So far I've cleaned the floor and the toilet.  I've still got this one section of floor to clean that was just too hard to reach the first go-around.  That bit should only take about five minutes though.  So I'm not worried about it.  I want the bathroom all cleaned by the time I go to bed.  It shouldn't be a problem the only things I have left to do in there is the shower and the sink/cabinet combo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think after that, depending on how much time I have, I might wash the dishes we bought yesterday.  I just don't know if I'll be up for setting all of the bathroom things tonight.  I might save that for a morning job.  I might go through the box and separate things though.  That wouldn't be too bad.  Eh, who knows.  We'll see how I feel after finishing cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sky.  He has done so much for me.  He is the most amazing person ever.  At a point where I was left with no options, he gave me one.  I am happy with him.  I love him, and I am in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now living with two dogs instead of my loving adorable cat.  The dogs are cute.  I am getting used to them.  They are sleeping at my feet right now, so you can't knock their lovingness either...  They listen well [for the most part] too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-537495911029902721?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/537495911029902721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=537495911029902721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/537495911029902721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/537495911029902721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-new-life.html' title='My New Life'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3694430940115161278</id><published>2009-09-30T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:20:46.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Come Round Soon by Sara Bareilles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dancing around my bedroom and singing my heart out.  It is one of my favorite things to do.  I am by no means the next American Idol, but I don't care.  It is such a relaxing thing for me.  It washes all of the bad things away and leaves me calm and happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxiously waiting Saturday to be here.  I want it to be now.  I am so excited.  You should be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3694430940115161278?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3694430940115161278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3694430940115161278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3694430940115161278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3694430940115161278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-everyone-im-currently-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7692892412207308635</id><published>2009-09-29T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:36:52.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>My old Job</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to The Remedy by Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I obviously had to quit my job to move.  Well, I quit my job about two months ago as well [the move that didn't happen].  I thankfully got my job back once the move didn't happen.  I was very thankful of this.  Unfortunately, will my issues inside of my house, I am forced to move.  This time it isn't about my choices.  I am happy, I am excited, but it is also a bitter way to do things.  And I'm just talking with my family here.  However, I had to quit my job once again.  Something that was so hard for me to do the first time.  I knew that I could not go through that again.  I also knew my boss was out of town so left with one of two options, I went with the one that made more sense to me, emailing her.  A voice mail would be too short.  I wrote and rewrote the email, I wanted it to be perfect.  Finally I got it to say what I wanted it to.  I was nervous and wanted my sadness to be conveyed.  I didn't want my boss thinking this was something that I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the response that I got back, my boss was obviously upset.  Which is understandable.  However, she also said some things in the email that were blatantly not true.  Perhaps the one coworker who I do not like has told her things, perhaps she just wants to blame me for things as an easy way out.  I do not know, and I do not care to speculate.  The job was wonderful and I had a fantastic time when I worked there.  However I am saddened to say that two months ruined two years of a possibly great reference.  I understand her desire to focus on the now, but the past two months have been hard in my house.  I explained that in the email, but she brushed it off, making comment about work ethic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offended by this.  However, more so than my offense that I took about my work ethic from my boss, is the response that it got from a friend.  Twin is upset.  I'm not sure if it is about her finding out I was moving from my blog, or something else.  It hurts to say that this perhaps is the straw.  Our fragile friendship was moving in the right direction, but her lack of response to certain things and the tone that is in what she does choose to write to me is clear of the fact that something is not right.  It is sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, no matter how saddened I am by the responses I have gotten from the people associated with my job, I am extremely excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7692892412207308635?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7692892412207308635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7692892412207308635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7692892412207308635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7692892412207308635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-old-job.html' title='My old Job'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7759170143578291492</id><published>2009-09-27T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:22:28.512-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and looked around my room and realized that I would not be waking up to the cool blue walls for much longer.  My room is no longer my room.  I am in transit.  I am not welcome.  I am a guest in what used to be my home.  I am moving in with Sky on Saturday.  This isn't the way we wanted this to happen, but both of us are excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about getting there and cleaning.  Cleaning calms me.  I am excited to just be with Sky.  It isn't a trip, it is together.  I am scared and excited.  More so excited though.  We've talked about a lot of things.  Mundane things that make me so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around my house now and realize that it isn't my home anymore.  It is sad.  I'm not about to say that it has really set in yet, but it has a little bit.  Strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7759170143578291492?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7759170143578291492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7759170143578291492' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7759170143578291492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7759170143578291492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/09/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8100742678940340055</id><published>2009-09-18T17:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:52:26.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Looking Forward</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Sexy Bitch by David Guetta [For my english class!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry that I have not blogged in a while.  Sky was in for a visit and school and work take up so much time.  But I am blogging now.  :)  So please forgive me.  :-P  I had a bit of a hard time last night.  I cried because I missed Sky.  A lot of things just washed over me.  I think it was good though, because I didn't cry as much after Sky left as I usually do.  I had all of these pent up emotions that hadn't come out.  Sky is really the best boyfriend ever.  I called him in the middle of the night, crying.  He woke up and attended to me.  Seriously, the best boyfriend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the next time he is in though.  Super excited.  We will either be seeing each other either at the end of October or the early-mid November.  Either way I am looking forward to a couple things.  I want to sleep next to him again.  I want to kiss him again.  I want to hold hands with him again.  I want to see the way his smile starts in his eyes before it travels down to his mouth.  I want to kiss my favorite freckle of his.  I want to feel his arms around me again.  I want to feel safe in his embrace.  I want to feel the breath of his whisper in my ear.  I want to hear his voice and being able to feel him at the same time.  I want a lot.  I want all of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8100742678940340055?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8100742678940340055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8100742678940340055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8100742678940340055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8100742678940340055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-forward.html' title='Looking Forward'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-6963705814537687979</id><published>2009-09-06T23:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:56:29.970-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to If I can't Have you by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64 Questions You've Probably Never Been Asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First thing you wash in the shower? my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favourite hoodie? blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you plan outfits? depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? tired but not sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What's the closest thing to you that's red? a folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having? Sky and I were sitting at a table and holding hands while talking.  My dreams are so interesting... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today? ummm... nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving right now? sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you floss? I try to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? my coworker of course!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you emotional? yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? uhhh... not that I recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? lick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like your hair? yeppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like yourself? mmhmm.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Definitely.  I would go out with any President, that would be fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now? Ummm, look above, Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are your parents strict? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you go sky diving? never say never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese? UGH, HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity? ummm, a famous football player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you rent movies often? I redbox movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in? my diamond necklace is the closest sparkly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many countries have you been to? only US sadly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call? oh man... yeah... funny story.  [Sky, remind me to tell you that story... mortifying looking back on it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever been on a train? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Brown or white eggs? white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you have a cell-phone? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you use chap stick? not usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you own a gun? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Can you use chop sticks? yep, thanks to Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight? well, "tonight" is going to be over in 21 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you too forgiving? I think I am just the right amount of forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever been in love? am currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who is your best friend(s)? Platinum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever have cream puffs? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last time you cried? tonight.  I'm such a sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last question you asked? Will you text me before you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favourite time of the year? Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you sarcastic? sarcastic?  me? never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? HELL YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall? hahaha, multiple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favourite colour? midnight blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone? no, but I want to... weird want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is your hair curly? not naturally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought? Dark Horse- Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do looks matter? not the most important thing, but you'd be lying if you said they don't matter at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Could you ever forgive a cheater? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high? nope :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like your life right now? heck yes, for the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with the TV on? sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Can you handle the truth? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have good vision? nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? dislike, yes.  Hate, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone? every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The last person you held hands with? My youngest cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you wearing? gray tank top.  Victoria's Secret panties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What is your favourite animal/Mammal? Dogs/cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Where was your default picture taken at? made it in photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Can you hula hoop? not well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you have a job? yep &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What was the most recent thing you bought? flip-flops, duck tape, something for Sky, and lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-6963705814537687979?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/6963705814537687979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=6963705814537687979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6963705814537687979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6963705814537687979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/09/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-6885833985940114364</id><published>2009-09-06T23:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:31:54.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>My Phone... My Life.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to I want You by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a camera phone? If so who's the 3rd picture of?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who's the first person who comes up under the letter m?&lt;br /&gt;My aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who's the last person you called? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Sky!  To ask him if he wanted me to buy some duck tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who was your last missed call from? Why didn't you pick up?&lt;br /&gt;Sky, because I didn't hear it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's the 5th person who comes up under C?&lt;br /&gt;My younger cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who's your speed dial number 2?&lt;br /&gt;My mom's cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was your last received call from?&lt;br /&gt;Sky.  LOL, is there any wonder why we need to be on the same provider now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your banner say?&lt;br /&gt;:( don't have one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;10, just deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the background? Why?&lt;br /&gt;my kitty.  Because he is the cutest cat EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who's speed dial number 1?&lt;br /&gt;voicemail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is the 5th message from in your inbox? What's it say?&lt;br /&gt;From my friend... [She needs a nickname... I'm calling her...] Kitten.  Her message says- "It just now told me you went mobile... I've still been talking to you lol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is the first person under B?&lt;br /&gt;A woman whose daughter I babysit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What service do you have?&lt;br /&gt;AT&amp;amp;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Name every person you have text messages from in your inbox.&lt;br /&gt;Sky, Kitten, Flash, Mediterranean, and another random guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. who is the 5th person under a?&lt;br /&gt;Kitten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. who is the 9th person on your missed calls list?&lt;br /&gt;Sky.  lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What does the 6th text message say in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. who is the first person in your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-6885833985940114364?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/6885833985940114364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=6885833985940114364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6885833985940114364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6885833985940114364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-phone-my-life.html' title='My Phone... My Life.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-5306120620038429701</id><published>2009-09-06T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:21:28.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Sing it With Meeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about me that my friends and family are sure to tell you right off the bat about me, is that I love to sing.  Off-pitch, but without shame.  This isn't about my horrendous renditions of "Ain't no Mountain High Enough", this is about how as humans we have moved music into our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am sad, I throw on Kate Nash's "The Nicest Thing".  Whenever I am mad, I throw on Three Days Grace's "I Hate [everything about you]".  My mood dictates what I can stand listening to.  Which is why my IPOD has over 10,000 songs.  I need music to go about my daily activities.  Right now, I'm listening to Kelly Clarkson's "I do not Hook up" while writing this blog.  Which can be quite distracting because I want to stand up and dance around as I belt out the lyrics, but I will somehow stop myself.  I listen to my favorite "driving music" whenever I am in the car.  [I recommend Billy Idol's "Rebel Yell"]  I listen to dance music and oldies when I am cooking, such as The Partridge Family's "I think I love you".  Every activity that I do has a soundtrack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that most of my friends are the same way.  When did music integrate into our daily lives?  IPOD headphones are now normal to be seen in offices, walking down the streets, and in classrooms.  Music has infiltrated our lives to the point where our bosses think nothing of tapping our shoulders to let us know they need something because we are absorbed in "Right Round" by Flo Rida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I see headphones and people listening to their own soundtracks.  Does this hinder our interactions with the people around us?  Are we forsaking our interpersonal development for the "relationship" between us and our music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-5306120620038429701?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/5306120620038429701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=5306120620038429701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5306120620038429701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5306120620038429701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/09/sing-it-with-meeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Sing it With Meeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-790941735015213708</id><published>2009-08-25T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:07:20.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Commences</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Chinese by Lily Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; sorry that I haven't been blogging as I should be.  But I am so super busy with college.  I am taking a full course load, 6 classes.  Monday started my first class, psych is first.  I got to school early and found the class and had some time to walk around.  I read a bit too once I found a place I liked to sit.  I finally went into class and knew immediately I would like the class.  I adore my teacher.  We have to do a research paper and I already know what I want to write about.  The large topic, not my thesis.  There is an extra credit option to blog about psych topics.  I love blogging [surprise, surprise!] so I am totally going to do it.  The people in that class seem interesting.  I can't wait to go back!!!  I am positive that this teacher will get a nickname, but I am undecided about it.  So stick with this, and you'll get a nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next class on Monday was an evening class [7 pm], Western Civ.  *shudders* The teacher is really dry.  My classmates seem to be... unique.  As much as I think this class is going to be difficult, I also think that it'll be a good challenge.  I am naming this teacher, Jock.  Now, I am actually going to tell you the reason behind this nickname.  He looks like the character Jock from Lady and the Tramp.  Only not cute.  But tired.  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday I had my EDUCATION class!!!!!!!!  I am soooooooo excited about this class.  The projects are amazing and I get to observe in a classroom!!!  I like the teacher, her ideals [what I've heard so far] match mine pretty well.  I like her approach.  I just like the class.  I had to make a storybook for this class.  It was fun, but time consuming.  I wanted to give it my all though because I want to give a good impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ed, I have film.  I like the teacher [again].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... yeah... so I wrote that a while ago and I'm not going to finish it.  So... yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-790941735015213708?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/790941735015213708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=790941735015213708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/790941735015213708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/790941735015213708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-commences.html' title='College Commences'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-1268691926619971920</id><published>2009-08-23T15:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T15:28:03.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Nerves</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Poker Face by Lady GaGa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow.  I am really excited.  I already know that I am going to stop at Starbucks and get a Chai Tea Latte [I love them!  They are my new favorite thing thanks to Sky] before class.  I am worried.  Well, not worried, but definitely a little nervous.  I always get nervous before the first day of school, but this is even bigger, this is college.  It is a whole new arena.  I am very excited.  I already figured out where the wifi areas are so I can talk during my free periods.  Although Monday I don't have any...  Just 15 minutes between classes.  Although I don't know if I am going to bring it my first week... We'll see.  I think I'll make that determination tomorrow.  I might want to bring it on Tues/Thurs for my downtime.  I have over two hours free each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited.  This is a new chapter in my life and I cannot wait for it to begin.  I love school and can't wait to start back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-1268691926619971920?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/1268691926619971920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=1268691926619971920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1268691926619971920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1268691926619971920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-everyone-im-currently-listening-to.html' title='Nerves'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-6191554419486026060</id><published>2009-08-22T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T20:40:39.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Here comes college</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Only Hope by Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so weird, everyone is going away to college.  I log onto facebook and I see all the status messages and I can't help but to feel a little sad.  Not because of the people, but because, well, I feel like I am missing out.  I know to stay at home was my decision, but it sorta sucks at the same time.  I think even more because my home environment is a bit stressful.  I know that I am going to love my experience to, and when I do finally make the jump to the four year school, I will be ready for it.  *shrugs* I might try and transfer before I get the associate's degree.  I might just get 54 credits then transfer.  I could do that then start in the Fall semester next year.  Who knows.  It is something I really need to think about.  I need scholarship money.  So I reaaaaaally need to start looking at that.  I am definitely going to be going in the city.  I love the city, so I don't see a reason not to go there.  *fingers crossed* I am looking forward to Monday.  I promise I will blog all about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-6191554419486026060?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/6191554419486026060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=6191554419486026060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6191554419486026060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6191554419486026060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-comes-college.html' title='Here comes college'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-5189594824211925534</id><published>2009-08-20T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:51:35.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>You may pack your knives and leave.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching Top Chef season 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bravo channel is having a marathon of Top Chef season 5 today.  I love Top Chef.  Even though I know the winner and the such, but it is just a good show.  I am recording and watching them today.  That's another thing, I love the DVR.  I never watch anything on tv anymore in real time.  I always start about 15 or 30 late if I am watching same night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back on topic.  Top Chef.  I adore the show.  Last night was the first episode of season 6, Kevin won the first elimination challenge.  In the majority of past seasons, the first elimination challenge was the overall winner.  I am interested to see if that is continued in this season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-5189594824211925534?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/5189594824211925534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=5189594824211925534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5189594824211925534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5189594824211925534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-may-pack-your-knives-and-leave.html' title='You may pack your knives and leave.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-717113865345559047</id><published>2009-08-18T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:17:41.890-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titanic. movies'/><title type='text'>Titanic</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Dickhead by Kate Nash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a titanic disappointment.  Okay, not really.  When I am in a sad mood I watch Titanic and cry and feel all better by the time that it ends.  Don't ask why, it just is.  Well, the other day I bought some mascara and decided I wanted to test out if it streaks.  So today, I thought, what better way to do that then to put on Titanic? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie came on, and nothing.  Not its usual effect.  I think it is because I am so darn happy!  Sky has put this happy spell over me.  I even was disinterested in the movie.  *shocked face*  I mean, it's TITANIC!!!!  How can you be disinterested???  But I was.  So now I am wearing mascara and unable to cry.  All thanks to Sky.  Making me all cry resistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-717113865345559047?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/717113865345559047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=717113865345559047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/717113865345559047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/717113865345559047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/titanic.html' title='Titanic'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-5666376683201930054</id><published>2009-08-17T17:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:12:11.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Hindsight is 20/20</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Battlefield by Jordin Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I told you all how much I love Sky?  Because I do.  It's his birthday tomorrow... I wish I was there to celebrate with him.  But I am doing what I can.  I feel really shitty about his presents because I made sure to think about what I got him and everything, then WHAM, I was careless about the shipping and such.  So the presents will not get there until Thurs or Fri.  :(  It makes me feel really sad and really stupid.  I wish that I put as much thought into the shipping as I did the actual presents.  I know he says that it is the thought that counts, but I still feel really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is killing me.  I ate some bread with peppercorn in it, and I feel sick.  I don't think the bread is good, I just bought the darn loaf!!!  Grrrrr... I need money... I am buying shoes tomorrow.  They are these great wedges.  I am stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-5666376683201930054?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/5666376683201930054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=5666376683201930054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5666376683201930054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5666376683201930054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/hindsight-is-2020.html' title='Hindsight is 20/20'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3810132574868334867</id><published>2009-08-12T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:57:23.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Sky's Words</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Battlefield by Jordan Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am blogging once again...  I have been told that apparently I am a blog-a-holic.  I do not mind.  I like writing.  I think I need to keep in mind though that my frequency is rarely matched.  I need to remember that I cannot get upset when someone doesn't blog as often as I do, because not too many people do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was not the topic of this blog.  Sky is fantastic, as you all know, but he is great with making me feel good.  If I am having a rough day, which I have had a few of over the past couple of weeks, he knows just how to get me through it.  If I am sad and missing him, he knows exactly what to say.  It is like he can get into my mind and find exactly what I need to hear, because it is not all the same.  He is amazing.  Just plainly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him so much.  I know right now these issues with my family are not the greatest thing, but I think in a weird way, it has made me feel closer to him.  I know that he is in this, I have seen that a thousand times over.  I am so lucky.  I am done letting what anyone says bother me.  I haven't let it bring me down, but I have let it hurt, and I am done.  I know what I am doing is what is right for me.  Everyone else can learn to deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3810132574868334867?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3810132574868334867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3810132574868334867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3810132574868334867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3810132574868334867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/skys-words.html' title='Sky&apos;s Words'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-467819301971099019</id><published>2009-08-11T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:56:53.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Tingly Toes</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Sweet Dreams by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going shopping tonight.  With my mom.  It is a specific night for us to talk and the such.  I am going to get all dressed up and do my hair.  I am excited about it.  I like shopping.  I have some things that I need to shop for.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-467819301971099019?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/467819301971099019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=467819301971099019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/467819301971099019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/467819301971099019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/tingly-toes.html' title='Tingly Toes'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3706965715931026019</id><published>2009-08-09T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:47:07.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>School Update</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Rebel Yell by Billy Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick little sentence about that song, I love it.  It pretty much is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer in my evolution class with Twin.  I dropped it in favor of an education class.  It works better for me this way.  It is definitely a better class for me in the long run.  Twin and I had some small issues that stemmed from some miscommunication.  I am just not a person who likes to deal with drama and the such, so I opted not to even have a small chance  of having an issue in class.  I take my schooling very seriously and I don't need anything to obstruct from me getting the best education possible.  Just an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3706965715931026019?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3706965715931026019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3706965715931026019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3706965715931026019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3706965715931026019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-update.html' title='School Update'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8585261350662677487</id><published>2009-08-06T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:20:05.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Don't Trust Me by 3 Oh! 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit of a brain meltdown about what to blog about.  Sky ushered me to mindbump.com.  It is a bunch of blog prompts.  So, I refreshed a few times before coming to one that I thought would fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How have your writing skills changed since you started blogging?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about this a lot lately.  My first blog post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; as Soul was definitely much different than how they are now.  My voice here differs even from this blog to my "naughty blog".  I wrote my first blog as Soul on April 3, 2008.  That blows my mind.  I think that my writing style has progressed into a more mature voice.  However I think that my interest in this has at times decreased and increased in certain moments.  I think that comes through in my writing as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8585261350662677487?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8585261350662677487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8585261350662677487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8585261350662677487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8585261350662677487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7760614990597850638</id><published>2009-08-06T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:45:00.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oltl'/><title type='text'>Soap Operas and Smoothies</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching One Life to Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my soap opera...  It is amazingly amazing.  I never thought I would be a person to love a soap opera.  The cheesy lines and crazy story lines always made me roll my eyes.  Then I started watching one day, and fell in love.  All of the twisted people and their twisted lives.  They pretty much are all related and are constantly switching partners.  I think that it is brilliant though.  It definitely keeps me coming back for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a smoothie.  Really bad.  I am thinking of making one... Bananas, pineapple, ice...  I think I have some blueberries too.  I might throw some of them in there too.  Although I really have a craving for peanut butter.  I have none in my house though.  I checked.  I was really sad.  I would have made a peanut butter banana milkshake then.  More calories, but it would be delicious.  Mmmm.  Anyway...  I'm just chilling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7760614990597850638?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7760614990597850638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7760614990597850638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7760614990597850638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7760614990597850638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/soap-operas-and-smoothies.html' title='Soap Operas and Smoothies'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-1934056413580503204</id><published>2009-08-04T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:34:05.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Make me Believe by Angel Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is coming up in a couple weeks, 20 days exactly.  It is such a mind trip when I think about it.  College is something I have been thinking about since my freshmen year of high school.  Now it is here.  I am so excited about it.  I cannot wait to get into classes that are harder and be able to discuss things to a great extent.  I am excited about the longer class periods even!  I am taking a class with Twin even!  Which I am very happy about.  I will be going to classes Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.  I am happy about the long weekend, and the midweek break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a literature class on gender and sexuality that I am sooooo excited about.  The course description is "&lt;em&gt;This section will explore how definitions of gender and sexuality affect our lives, choices and identities in powerful ways.  We will read a variety of women's and men's viewpoints and will analyze, research and write essays on topics such as advertising, pornography, sports and work.&lt;/em&gt;"  I am looking to dive right in.  I know that I will be able to offer a great deal to the class.  I am looking to incorporate my own knowledge into the subject, but am also looking forward to adding to my knowledge.  Not to mention it is a class in my strong suit, English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am taking an evolution class that Twin is enrolled in as well.  It satisfies a requirement and it is a class with Twin, so I am excited.  If Twin wasn't taking this, then I don't think I would have taken it my first semester, but it something that sounds interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a speech class, which I am thrilled about.  I need to remember to keep my excitement to a minimum the first day at least.  My oral communication skills are definitely up to par, so I don't think I will have a problem in this class.  My speech class in high school was amazing, and I was one of three people to walk out of the class with an A.  I am confident in the arena.  Also, so far this is one of the only classes that has a lot of seats open [9].  I hope it stays that way.  Speech classes are always better with a smaller number of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have an Early Western Civilization class.  I am a bit wary about this one.  I know that I will need to study for this class and really pay attention.  I know that with the amount of time that the class covers and the time we have to cover it... *geesh* I think this will be an interesting, but time consuming class.  Although this class only has 13 students enrolled right now, I hope it stays near that number, I like the more personal classes and I would love it for this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Intro to Psych class, which I am really only taking so I can take abnormal psych and adolescent psych.  I have already taken an intro to psych class in high school.  So this should be relatively easy.  Another reason I say that is because Twin took the class and I remember her talking about it and knowing A LOT of what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the class I'm enrolled in, is Film and Society.  I don't really know what this class will involve, but it sounds cool.  So I have an open mind as to what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my life is going to be like soon.  I am very excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-1934056413580503204?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/1934056413580503204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=1934056413580503204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1934056413580503204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1934056413580503204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/08/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-4782361188238867506</id><published>2009-07-28T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:20:30.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination at its finest</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Be my Lover by La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bouche&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I should be doing right now is blogging.  I need to be cleaning, and packing.  Oh damn, I still need to empty the dishwasher too... *sighs* today has been busy to say the least.  Some life changing decisions were made, and now I need to be preparing.  Which I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited about.  I don't really want to talk about it now though.  I don't want to jinx anything.  Not that it would jinx anything, but I just don't think I am going to blog about it until next week.  You'll find out  Until then, sit on your pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-4782361188238867506?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/4782361188238867506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=4782361188238867506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4782361188238867506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4782361188238867506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/procrastination-at-its-finest.html' title='Procrastination at its finest'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3162490086026345446</id><published>2009-07-27T09:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:13:38.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandâme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Project Recipe</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this project that I am working on, a cookbook.  One with recipes that I have collected from cookbooks that I own and various websites.  I have thought about doing it for a while, but I finally had a reason to do it.  I know it might sound completely silly, but I like thinking, I could cook this for Sky.  *blushes* I just love him.  Making him dinner is HIGH on my list of things that I want to do.  I love cooking/baking anyway but doing it FOR SKY is what makes me smile.  I have dabbled here and there with cooking from scratch, usually that happens when I'm with Hattie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandâme&lt;/span&gt;.  I like the thought of doing it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have started writing recipes that I know I would like to try.  I know I am going to make dinner one night this week for my Mom.  I have only gone through one of my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cookbooks&lt;/span&gt; so far and then websites, so my agenda for today and this week is to get through the rest of the cookbooks that I own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3162490086026345446?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3162490086026345446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3162490086026345446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3162490086026345446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3162490086026345446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-recipe.html' title='Project Recipe'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3778312439699551567</id><published>2009-07-25T17:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:32:02.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mail'/><title type='text'>Slips of Time.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Fine by Debra Arlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in my first and second year of high school writing notes was the coolest thing to do.  You would spend whole class periods writing about the mundane things to pass along to your "BEST FRIEND" during passing period.  I remember coming home some days and having the bottom of my backpack littered with the neatly folded pieces of notebook paper.  I always deposited them in this decorative pink box.  Once the note exchanges dwindled, the box got forgotten.  It was put in a remote corner of my closet and never looked at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I was going through my closet and finding all sorts of things I didn't remember I had.  [Such as I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' jewelry!]  Then the pink box was found.  I smiled at the memory of all the classes I wasted writing about how cold I was in class, or how much I wanted to fall asleep but absolutely refused [saved falling asleep in class until senior year.  Classy.].  I opened the top of the box and was actually a little surprised at how full it was.  However considering how often I was writing and exchanging notes, I guess I shouldn't have been.  I remember actually fretting over that Mail wasn't going to be able to get her note until 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; period and Manhattan wouldn't get hers until 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; period.  Oh the horror!  Still, as much as it amuses me now to think back on it, it was fun.  As silly as telling people about what I ate for dinner seems now, at least we talked.  Now our communications are saved for 160 character text messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I'm going to start writing notes again, but I understand why it was so fun back then.  I have the box on my bed and I am going to read through some of them now.  There are a lot, so I don't know how much I will be able to get through, but I think a walk down memory lane will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3778312439699551567?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3778312439699551567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3778312439699551567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3778312439699551567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3778312439699551567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/slips-of-time.html' title='Slips of Time.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7481625239371383342</id><published>2009-07-24T15:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:58:56.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Singing</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to More Like Ker by Miranda Lambert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love singing. I am horrible at it, but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;it. I cannot help myself. Give me some cheesy 70s song and I am set! &lt;em&gt;Heartbeat... it's a lovebeat... &lt;/em&gt;I can sing some songs pretty well &lt;em&gt;He's a little shy so she gave him a smile...&lt;/em&gt; But overall, it is just for fun. I think that everyone needs those kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have mentioned before that I love music, but singing is such a part of that. It is great, because even if I'm singing a song that I sooooo should not be singing &lt;em&gt;Mamaaaa... Didn't mean to make you cry....&lt;/em&gt; I can still be happy with myself. I love that I can be myself. I am really not self conscious. I have even sang in the hallways of my high school in the past. It's not because I have the greatest voice [not obnoxiously, just did it for my own enjoyment...] but it is because I like singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I touched on before, I think everyone should have something that equates to my singing. Something that you are not fabulous at. Something that makes you happy. Something that you are comfortable in your own skin doing. When you have all three of those things wrapped together, I think you can honestly say you are comfortable in your own skin. When you can showcase a weakness and be comfortable with other people seeing it, but still be happy with it, that is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7481625239371383342?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7481625239371383342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7481625239371383342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7481625239371383342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7481625239371383342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/singing.html' title='Singing'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7649858927107793265</id><published>2009-07-23T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:48:53.071-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Sky is good for me!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching a baby monitor still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just read Sky's new blog post and I have been thinking lately on how much he has influenced me.  I have grown up in a very materialistic town where people feel very entitled to the nicest things.  I am not materialistic and it annoys me to no end that people who surround me are.  I have stopped being friends with people based on it.  I don't care if you just bought a new coach purse and have eighteen Chanel dresses.  I don't really see the purpose it buying something for 10x the amount just because it has a designer stamp on it.  I am not saying that you can't buy designer things, I have Coach purses, I have a G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ucci&lt;/span&gt; scarf, I have other purses as well.  [I've never actually bought any of it for myself though]  I have gotten them as gifts.  I'm not saying I wouldn't buy it for myself, just haven't yet.  Having a couple of staple items, is great!  I feel like I have gotten off topic though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the materialism bug hasn't bitten me, I am not completely perfect.  Sky has some ideas about helping the economy HERE that I agree with.  Once I hear him say them, it makes so much sense.  I have always preferred to buy American products, but with the down turn in the economy, it is so much easier to run to the bargain store and buy a product made in China for a cheaper price.  However, if we support American made products, it is better for the American economy.  Makes sense.  I have started to implement this in my life.  I made a conscious decision yesterday to make sure I bought an American product.  It is easy.  Reading some labels, maybe forking over a couple extra bucks, but if it means an upturn in the economy, it's worth it... at least to me.  So yeah, I feel like this might have been a little all over the place, but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7649858927107793265?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7649858927107793265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7649858927107793265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7649858927107793265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7649858927107793265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/sky-is-good-for-me.html' title='Sky is good for me!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3092561249156473347</id><published>2009-07-23T12:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:01:29.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><title type='text'>Missin' Soul</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching a baby monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's Thursday and Sky has been gone since Sunday.  It's been hard on me.  I'm not going to lie.  I miss him.  It is much harder this time around.  Which is understandable.  This time we did so much more than last time.  We had much more together time that was not about sex.  Which makes a person fall more in love... Well, at least it makes me fall more in love...  I've gotten through the days better now.  Monday was a hard day, but now I can get through the days without tearing up.  The nights are hard though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bed seems empty.  My arms seem misplaced.  The tears come then.  I have this baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beenie&lt;/span&gt; baby that I got when I was with Sky, and I sleep with it in my hand every night.  It helps a little.  It is not the same as being able to curl up next to him and feel his flesh next to mine.  I got spoiled.  I know this.  I don't mind.  I just want it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Sky and I were talking on the phone and I was in bed.  I closed my eyes, pretending he was next to me.  It worked for a moment.  I could almost smell him [although that might have been the aroma from one of the shirts I have of his].  Then the moment came back to me.  I realized he was hundreds of miles away.  I broke down a bit.  But he knows just the way to make me feel better.  I was done crying within two minutes because he had calmed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going a little crazy about this crying thing.  I hate crying.  I used to never cry at anything in real life.  Oh sure, give me a good sappy movie, and the tears will come, but never at real life things.  However, now I cry so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt; much.  I don't like it.  However, I don't know how to stop.  I used to NEVER be like this.  I know it is about the distance.  The tears come when I think about how is not here, or how long it'll be until I see him again.  *shrugs* So I know that once we are together, all this stupid crying will finally stop.  Thank goodness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3092561249156473347?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3092561249156473347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3092561249156473347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3092561249156473347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3092561249156473347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/missin-soul.html' title='Missin&apos; Soul'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8719029390706491199</id><published>2009-07-08T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:47:10.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Here Kitty... kitty?  KITTY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Hurt by Johnny Cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt; at work, that he apparently forgot to turn off.  I logged onto yahoo and saw that he was logged on, then saw the "view my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt;" and got really excited.  I clicked it and HE POPPED UP!  He was on screen and I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited.  But nope, it is just a frozen image.  Bummer right?  Oh well.  He had on this really nice red shirt today.  I don't know why I liked it so much...  I just did.  It looked really red... Gosh, I sound like an idiot when I say that, but it's true!  He's just sexy.  He'd look good in some shoelaces and nothing else... But then again, I am completely bias, but it is a bias I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well I wanted to blog about what I did tonight, but I don't have time because I am about to collapse from exhaustion.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be tomorrow's topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8719029390706491199?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8719029390706491199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8719029390706491199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8719029390706491199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8719029390706491199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-kitty-kitty-kitty.html' title='Here Kitty... kitty?  KITTY!!!!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3515029214422689020</id><published>2009-07-07T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:35:18.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Breathe by Faith Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tired.  My sleep schedule has been so off kilter the past couple of days.  I went shopping tonight and feel like a ton of bricks hit me.  It was exhausting.  I don't know why, it just was.  I got a really nice Summer robe though.  I also got some new workout pants, they are super comfy.  My biggest problem with workout pants is that I want to wear them ALL the time because of the level of comfort.  Besides that I got a bunch of odds and ends.  I got toothpaste, mouthwash, a card, among other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am really tired and I'm going to go to bed.  I just really wanted to blog a little.  I was going to blog about something specific on my other blog, but I am just not coherent enough to write it.  So perhaps tomorrow, perhaps not.  We will see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3515029214422689020?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3515029214422689020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3515029214422689020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3515029214422689020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3515029214422689020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/shopping-exhaustion.html' title='Shopping Exhaustion'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3178113323400939839</id><published>2009-07-07T08:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:13:20.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I blogged like no one's business last night.  Not here (obviously), but on my new blog.  I love it.  I feel like my blogs there have subjects.  I like it.  But I wanted to prove to all you Soul-ites that I am not abandoning this blog.  I know some of my friends are following me here and I am not up and leaving this blog.  Look how long I've been here!  It's been quite a journey here.  I started as a wee little junior in high school.  Crazy to think that now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX DAYS TO VACATION!!!!!!!!!!  I don't know how this blog is going to hold up in the time I'm gone.  Maybe post a couple of times, but maybe not.  It's all up in the air.  I don't think that blogging will be on my mind too much though ;) . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3178113323400939839?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3178113323400939839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3178113323400939839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3178113323400939839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3178113323400939839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-5211822033312500745</id><published>2009-07-06T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:52:52.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Untouched by The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new blog.  It is called Soul's Inner Life.  It is about my sex life.  There is a lot in there that a lot of people will not understand/accept.  I am fine with that.  I just ask that if you are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it, then leave it.  Stick with this blog.  Now that I have that output, I won't be so conflicted here.  :)  So it really is for the best.  If you do read it, please start with the &lt;a href="http://souls-inner-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/welcome.html"&gt;first blog post&lt;/a&gt;.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-5211822033312500745?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/5211822033312500745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=5211822033312500745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5211822033312500745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5211822033312500745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7410062683665668739</id><published>2009-07-06T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:10:46.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><title type='text'>Rhapsody Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m currently listening to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alright, so I am trying out this whole “Windows Live Writer”.&amp;#160; We will see if I like it…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have been thinking about something recently.&amp;#160; It is a thought that goes and comes, not like it is an everyday thought…&amp;#160; I still stop myself from writing certain things here.&amp;#160; I mean, TWIN reads this!&amp;#160; Not that I care, because I would tell her these things anyway, but I guess writing it where I know people can read it… it's just different.&amp;#160; *shrugs* I don’t know.&amp;#160; So, all that you get to know is that I am thinking about something more and more lately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Soul   &lt;div align="left"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div align="left"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7410062683665668739?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7410062683665668739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7410062683665668739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7410062683665668739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7410062683665668739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/rhapsody-confusion.html' title='Rhapsody Confusion'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-6539251826727211230</id><published>2009-07-06T12:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:32:28.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex-boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Pride and Joy</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Pride and Joy by Stevie Ray Vaughan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for next Monday. I am going on vacation. I have most of the clothes that I am bringing, but there are of course some "maybe" clothes. The hardest thing is deciding what to wear on Monday. I really want to wear jeans because I bought these amazingly hot shoes that really only go with jeans/blue things. But then again, I really wanted to wear this one white dress on Monday. *sighs* oh the choices... It's not that big of a deal, but I just like thinking about Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I daydream about it. But for once, I don't feel bad about admitting that. It was a huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; pas to admit to one of my exes that I was thinking about him when we weren't together. It was a "waste" and "time consuming" and a multitude of other things. He would yell at me whenever I would say I was thinking about him. That's one thing I adore about Sky, it is okay to think about him. Hell, it better be, I'm done with all the bullshit. I am so lucky that we found each other. He truly is what I want. I know it sounds extremely cliche, but he is what I have been looking for. Well, I guess that is not completely true. I wasn't looking. I was fine with what I was doing. But being with him, it's just right. I know in my heart, that something feels right about this. Writing this, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; hard for me. Talking about my feelings for him... in a place where he can read it... I have been taught [in previous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;] not to share how I feel. Don't say if you like something, it doesn't matter what I like or how I feel, that is how I was "trained" to think. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I open up or say something personal, I feel like I am doing something wrong still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as much as I would love to stay and relay all my past, I've got to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-6539251826727211230?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/6539251826727211230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=6539251826727211230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6539251826727211230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6539251826727211230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/pride-and-joy.html' title='Pride and Joy'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-6217887597992530772</id><published>2009-07-05T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:23:39.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overworked</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Nicest Thing by Kate Nash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that I am listening to [also singing...] is brilliant.  It has brought me to tears on multiple occasions.  In fact, once I was singing it and balling my eyes out.  It would have been mighty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; if anyone else was around to see it.  Anyway, I wanted to link the &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/katenash/thenicestthing.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; because they are so hauntingly beautiful.  They are so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been working overtime lately.  It is Summer, I should be taking a well deserved break!  But then again, I took a year long break called senior year so maybe this is just payback.  Although what I am thinking about has nothing to do with equations or colloquial language.  College plans have changed majorly for me in the past three weeks.  MAJORLY.  I hate it, but I will deal.  Part of me wonders if it all happened for a reason.  After all, everything happens for a reason... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new laptop.  I need a new laptop.  I have this one, but the memory is crap, I can't store anything on here.  Well... certain things are stored... *cough* Mark...  *cough* Derrick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get back from vacation I am going to start my recipe project.  I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited about it!!!  Seriously, I am more excited about this than most of the other projects I have done in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, end of rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-6217887597992530772?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/6217887597992530772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=6217887597992530772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6217887597992530772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6217887597992530772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/overworked.html' title='Overworked'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-9629640437913007</id><published>2009-07-01T11:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:08:27.515-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Brrrrrrrkink</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Halo by Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I am freezing my tits off right now. I'm at the library and it is cold! I wish I was wearing pants, heavy winter pants. Who says that in the middle of summer? INSANE people that's who! Or people at the library. I'm in the second grouping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the reason why I am blogging today. I miss Sky. I was reading a blog that is written by a couple who is into some kinky things like we are, and the amount of love that they have is just so evident. I like that. It might sounds silly, but I think love is more abound [tehehehe] in the kink relationships. They seem to be more open and honest with each other. They also seem to be deeper bonds. At least that is how I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's what I think. Blogging more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-9629640437913007?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/9629640437913007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=9629640437913007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/9629640437913007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/9629640437913007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-everyone-im-currently-listening-to.html' title='Brrrrrrrkink'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-1609875874295699271</id><published>2009-06-30T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:29:31.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Let's talk about writing...</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Undeniable by Mat Kearney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so you all know my passion for writing.  After all, my motto for this page is "Go ahead, cut me, see that? That's ink, not blood. I'm programmed to write, it's my blood.".  Which I think I wrote in a fit of brilliance.  I love that line.  Anywoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you remember my writing way back in the beginning of the blog, when I was writing America's next bestselling novel.  Well, that never panned out.  Oh well, tis life.  I realize now, that as much as I love writing, and as much as I have these great ideas, I cannot write a novel.  Well, at least not at this point in my life.  I have however realized that I can write short stories.  I have written a few adult themed stories.  [erotica]  I have gotten really good feedback on them and I think I have improved tremendously in even the past couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, onto the real topic of this blog (that was all back stuff).  I am writing a short story right now, and it is based heavily on Sky and me.  The characters are based off of us, but the story is completely fictional.  I have to admit, I am loving writing it.  I think I have enjoyed the backstory writing as much as I have the dirtier writing.  I think it is because the backstory writing allows me to daydream about the future with Sky.  Which is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do.  It is hard not to be around him everyday, so I find myself thinking about times when I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just wanted to say, I am writing this bit of adult themed writing [erotica] right now.  I am loving it.  And that's pretty much all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-1609875874295699271?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/1609875874295699271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=1609875874295699271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1609875874295699271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1609875874295699271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-talk-about-writing.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about writing...'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3394486433755697055</id><published>2009-06-30T11:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T15:03:51.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hattie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandâme'/><title type='text'>random odds and ends</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to an episode of CSI: NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying Summer. I'm having a nice time. It is my first summer without Grandâme and Hattie. Usually I go to their house for the Summer. I get super tan and have loads of fun. Of course I also shop like there is no tomorrow. That is where I get most of my clothes actually. I think it gets my mom a little upset because most of my clothes are paid for by them. My mom is not my favorite shopping partner though most times. It is because Grandâme spoils me, that is the grandparent's job. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... not much else on my mind I guess. I am SUPER tired. I didn't sleep wonderfully last night. (That's putting it mildly) I really don't even want to go to work today. I want to go to sleep and sleep for HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I went shopping today for when Sky and I are together in a couple weeks. Snack-y kind of foods. It made me soooo happy to know that what I was buying was going to be for him. He makes me happy. Like I have pointed out in other posts, it is the little things that he does. *sighs happily* I just love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3394486433755697055?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3394486433755697055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3394486433755697055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3394486433755697055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3394486433755697055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-odds-and-ends.html' title='random odds and ends'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7145339709342448023</id><published>2009-06-27T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:58:22.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Babysitting and Calming my Fears</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Our Song by Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babysat last night. I've been babysitting for this family for years. I love them all and am always very very happy to go over there. The little girl is the most adorable thing. Last night was the first time I actually put her to sleep. Usually I go over there during the days or later at night when she is already sleeping. Well, last night I fed her, we played, then I got her ready for bed. After finishing her bathroom rituals, where apparently I squeezed the toothpaste out wrong :P and reading six books for goodnight stories, I finally got her tucked in. Then she looks up at me and says, "I can just stay up with you? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pleaaaaaaaaaaase&lt;/span&gt;? I just want to play with you". My heart melted. She is the cutest thing. I of course convinced her to go to sleep, but that was the cutest little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then I was there for a few hours after she fell asleep which I got to read and do some crosswords, but I also got to think. I know, dangerous activity right there. I got to thinking about Sky. You know what I adore about him? I remembered this one time we were riding public transit to get to a concert, and the whole thing was shaking and unstable. I wasn't freaking out verbally, but my eyes were shut tight and I was gripping onto one of the steel bars for life. He stood there and held onto me, making sure I was safe. I love that. How in one little gesture, I can feel so safe. He took the fear away. I was still a bit on edge, but I was no longer &lt;em&gt;scared&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7145339709342448023?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7145339709342448023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7145339709342448023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7145339709342448023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7145339709342448023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-everyone-im-currently-listening-to_27.html' title='Babysitting and Calming my Fears'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8238709014280957417</id><published>2009-06-24T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:44:40.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Messages</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently waiting for Family Guy to come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I just messaged Sky.  I'm a bit nervous about his response.  I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overthinking&lt;/span&gt; things.  Eh, who knows, maybe I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;overthinking&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all, I'm shutting off my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8238709014280957417?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8238709014280957417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8238709014280957417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8238709014280957417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8238709014280957417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/messages.html' title='Messages'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3271282796512458299</id><published>2009-06-23T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:29:15.756-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Managing</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to No Surprises by Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so it has been brought to my attention that I plan things. More than that, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;microplan&lt;/span&gt; things. I know that I do this. I am a very ahead of time person. I love living in the moment, don't get me wrong, but I also like the comfort of knowing that things are planned out and there is no chaotic rush to figure out how things are going to work. I know that everyone is different. I can live with not knowing what is going on this weekend. I really can. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one area where Sky and I don't match up. I knew this even when I met him. He is a very, I don't even know the right word for it... But he is it. :P He has pointed out a couple of times to me that I plan, I know it is annoying, and I knew that before we met too. It is something that I have been trying to work on. But I sometimes think that my desire to plan gets on his nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know something I adore about Sky though? He sends me these little texts. Today he sent me one, "Keep smiling, beautiful...". I know, it seems so simple, so little, but those are the things that really show that he cares. He took time out of his night, to send me something sweet. Trust me, I kept on smiling. It's the fact that he doesn't do it all the time, it is random nights/times. So yeah, that is something I adore about Sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3271282796512458299?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3271282796512458299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3271282796512458299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3271282796512458299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3271282796512458299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-everyone-im-currently-listening-to_23.html' title='Managing'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8567538216291240394</id><published>2009-06-23T13:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:09:20.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Shrimp Cats!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Because of You by Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was making dinner tonight for another person and I, I think I would make some grilled shrimp and rice. Just saying... That's what I think I would want to make tonight. What to know something interesting? I only enjoy cooked shrimp. Hot off the grill/out of the fryer. I cannot stand cold shrimp. There is something about it that sets me off. I can eat a few, but I don't like it. I really don't. Interesting? Maybe not. But true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat is reaaaaaaaally adorable. I am sitting at my kitchen table right now and there are four chairs. Since it is only my mom and I, we only use two (duh). My cat has taken a chair for himself. He only sits there when the sun is on the chair, but it is the cutest thing. But anyway, he is sitting on the chair laying down, and I am sitting on another chair. I don't really process that he is sitting next to me since he is just sleeping. Then he goes and rests his little paw on my leg. He's just really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats live a long time. It's a fact, they do. My cat is young. He will be four years old next month. He's still got a good decade plus in him. Which makes me happy, because I love him. I know that in that time though I will be moving out of my mom's house. I have always wanted to take my cat with me. He is &lt;em&gt;mine&lt;/em&gt; after all. However, thinking about things recently, I think maybe I won't take him with... Which makes me sad. I love my cat... I love cats in general. I love dogs too, but cats are smarter. Let's just be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get this overwhelming feeling that something bad is happening. I know it is silly. I know that if something bad was happening I would know, but it sometimes grips me and I can't shake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8567538216291240394?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8567538216291240394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8567538216291240394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8567538216291240394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8567538216291240394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-everyone-im-currently-listening-to.html' title='Shrimp Cats!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3788682663452117937</id><published>2009-06-22T21:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:09:18.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Arctic Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Size Matters by Joe Nichols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold.  I find that very funny.  It is the kind of hot that makes you sweat, but you don't have the chance to sweat because the sweat evaporates before it has the chance to be sweat.  Whew, that took me a while to make enough sense of it to type it out.  But I am inside, and that heat is outside.  Inside I have the air conditioning, and of course our air conditioning is set to Arctic temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well, a few moments ago I had no clue what I was going to write about, but now I do.  Funny how that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arctic.  That's the name of one of my cousin's stuffed polar bears.  He has Arctic and Polar.  Creative, I know.  He is adorable with them.  He sleeps with them every night.  I had something like that, she was a doll.  She wore this cute green dress.  I loved her.  I slept with her every night, without fail.  I don't remember when I stopped needing her.  I don't remember when it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for me to go to sleep without her wrapped tightly in my arms.  When I really take the time to think about it now, it makes me sad in a way.  I know I still have the doll, but I have no clue where she is.  How sad is that?  Something that for YEARS was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; important to me is probably stuffed into a dark corner and is forgotten.   I think tomorrow I will look for her and set her out on a shelf somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I am thinking of adding a segment to my blog... THINKING about it.  You guys are all used to the standard "Hey everyone" greeting, along with what is currently blasting in my ear.  Throwing something else at you... Could you handle it???  :P  I am going to integrate it slowly I think.  In a very non-obvious way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so, I just got off the phone with Sky.  The people who read my blog know about him.  I want him so badly.  I miss him a lot.  I know that some people don't understand us.  But I know what makes me happy, and he makes me happy.  The littlest things that he does just make me smile.  We talked tonight and it was such a nice conversation.  I love talking to him.  Some day soon we will be able to talk face to face and not have the phone pressed to our ears.  I cannot wait for that day.  Do you want to know something I adore about Sky?  He likes to have his dishes clean before they are put in the dishwasher.  We were talking about things that we don't like doing or things that are done in the house.  He started talking about the kitchen.  I know it sounds completely dorky/weird, but I love cleaning the kitchen.  I think it's because I like cooking so much.  I need a clean kitchen.  Well then we got on the topic of dishes.  We have the same views.  I know it sounds completely weird, but imagine if someone you were with didn't have the same view of how a clean kitchen should be kept!  I don't know... maybe it is something that I am weird about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am heading off to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3788682663452117937?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3788682663452117937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3788682663452117937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3788682663452117937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3788682663452117937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/arctic-kitchen.html' title='Arctic Kitchen'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3235525227455090651</id><published>2009-06-22T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:25:25.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Heartless by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* So yesterday was Father's day.  Always a weird day for me.  I've blogged about my father once or twice, but I really hate to do it.  He never was a part of my life.  Well, that is not entirely true, he went in and out of my life when I was younger.  I was always the adult in that relationship.  I'm lucky that I was mature in my younger years, well, still am, but I grew up quickly.  I don't know what this blog is really about.  I read the Father's Day post by &lt;a href="http://metrodad.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MetroDad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and of course my mind then went to my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes still think about why he couldn't get his act together and be in my life.  He loved my mother, and was broken hearted until the day he died.  I know their relationship has affected me in my life and what I want from my relationship.  I know what I want, and I am not really too willing to compromise.  I understand that relationships take a certain amount of compromise, I'm not saying I'm not willing to compromise within  a relationship, but I know what I want out of life.  I know what my plans are.  I know what I want in the next decade.  I don't know... maybe I'm not making sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*  Alright, that's it for now.  I need to do a happier post later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3235525227455090651?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3235525227455090651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3235525227455090651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3235525227455090651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3235525227455090651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-2829529367907046724</id><published>2009-06-19T22:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:10:42.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platinum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Heartbeat (it's a love beat) by The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DeFranco&lt;/span&gt; Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmkay&lt;/span&gt; everyone.  Let me lay something on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are great!!!  I think that I have a core group of friends that I will carry through life.  The funny thing is, I have mentioned Platinum only once or twice before, but she is my closest girlfriend.  She has always supported me.  She listens and cares.  She never judges.  She is what all friends should be like.  I know, this is coming from a late night ramble, but it's true.  I love her to the ends of the universe.  I know I can say something, and even if she doesn't understand or doesn't agree, she will either ask questions until she understands, or just be happy that I am happy.  *sighs* I know, I know, you are all super confused at what I am talking about.  Like I said in a previous post, I debate with myself whether or not to bring a certain aspect to my blog...  For now, I guess I won't... Even though part of me wants to.  I think it would take multiple posts to explain though.  Maybe I am just looking too deep into it.  Maybe I could jump in with two feet and never look back... We'll save that for another late night ramble post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ANYWAY, my BEST guy friend, I have actually never mentioned on here before.  He is another person who never judges me, and knows every gritty detail about my life.  I love him like no one's business. We've had a crazy interesting relationship.  Seriously, asking about how we met always gets a laugh out of people.  ANYWAY... I need to get him a nickname, and I know he will kill me if he ever finds out about it but OH WELL!!!  His nickname is going to be Bunny.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know about two more of my friends.  They are the true blue friends that I have.  I know that fifty years from now Platinum will be knocking on my door asking how the sex last night went, and then Bunny will be parking his Ferrari on the wrong side of the street running up my door to make sure he doesn't miss one detail.  We fit together.  We may be dysfunctional, but we are a nutty family deal.  Nothing misses one person.  I guess my openness about my life either drives people away, or brings people closer.  I am beyond glad that I have the friends I have, because they know the real me, and I don't need to hide anything.  I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-2829529367907046724?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/2829529367907046724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=2829529367907046724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2829529367907046724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2829529367907046724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3935934843743569694</id><published>2009-06-19T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:14:17.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><title type='text'>Hey!  Look at me!  LOOK!!!  LOOKATME!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to True Affection by The Blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Look at me!  I'm blogging on a consistent basis.  I rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am shouting from the mountain tops about my love for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER!!!  I bet you thought I was going to say Sky didn't you?  I love Sky too.  But, back on topic!  I love water.  I drink lots and lots of water.  I have this 32 oz reusable water bottle and it is FAN-tastic.  It really is so useful.  I can bring it to work, I put it on my nightstand for during the night, etc.  I use the thing ALL the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New topic?  Headaches.  I hate headaches.  I got a MASSIVE headache yesterday and I took two advil, hasn't really helped.  I need to take two more.  Especially before I go to work.  Ooo, work!  Twin is coming back to work today!!!!  I am BEYOND happy about it.  Work has been sooooo boring without her.  I can only rely on Sky so much to text.  He has a job and things to do, he can't be texting me just because I have nothing to do at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts, sorry for the jumpiness of this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3935934843743569694?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3935934843743569694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3935934843743569694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3935934843743569694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3935934843743569694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-look-at-me-look-lookatme.html' title='Hey!  Look at me!  LOOK!!!  LOOKATME!!!!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8955385415394066062</id><published>2009-06-18T20:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T20:46:06.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Do these tears belong to someone?</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to I'm Yours by Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now forgive me in advance please, because this is one of those rambling posts that I need to write because I need to get the thoughts out some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky and I joined a social networking site together. It fits US and what we like. Well anyway, the people on there just have a way of describing what I feel perfectly sometimes. I miss Sky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much at certain times. It's really unexplainable. I look forward to him coming to see me like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nobody's&lt;/span&gt; business. It is this fire in the middle of my chest that doesn't go away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;!!! That sounds so weird... I sometimes think that I must be going insane to feel this great all the time. He makes me smile, and giggle. He makes me feel good. I feel better when we're together. I love talking to him. I just want to be around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I miss him. I don't cry. I really don't. Not to real life stuff. Pop in a movie, I'll ball my eyes out. But real life? Nope. Not my thing. However, with Sky... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GEESH&lt;/span&gt;!!! I find that I am crying once a week! Most of the times he doesn't know about... He's known about a couple in the past. He is really great about it. Once he gets here, I know that the crying will go away. Because I cry when I miss him. Granted, I miss him everyday, but there are certain days, where I feel like it's pressing down on me. Those are the days I want him the most. Gosh, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; rambling... And now I feel like an idiot for telling you all about my crying spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I am going to go hide in a corner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8955385415394066062?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8955385415394066062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8955385415394066062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8955385415394066062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8955385415394066062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-everyone-im-currently-listening-to_18.html' title='Do these tears belong to someone?'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-5059665244174064895</id><published>2009-06-17T18:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:54:24.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Agony at work</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Halo by Beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, work has been AGONY lately. I've been working alone because Twin is on vacation right now. I hate it. Sky keeps me company somewhat by texting, but still, it's not the same as having Twin there to keep me company and such. Although today I pretty much thought my way through it. I actually surprised that the time passed so quickly. I was thinking about random little things. Majority of the thoughts were about Sky. Big surprise right? But it did pass quickly and I was even going to work longer but then another coworker showed up and it's always a little awkward working alongside her, because I feel like I am stealing work. And my time was up, so I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about tonight though. Sky had his phone stolen a week ago (exactly a week ago now that I think about it). He only had a cell, so that is our means of phone communication. It has been hard on me not being able to talk to him at night. But he is getting his phone, so therefore tonight he is going to be able to call!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing some adult material lately. I've gotten some really great responses to it. I've written here in the past about my desire to be a published author. Well, short adult fiction seems to be the only thing that I can finish writing. So this Summer I am going to try to write enough pieces to put them together in a collection and see if I can get that published. :) We'll see how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-5059665244174064895?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/5059665244174064895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=5059665244174064895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5059665244174064895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5059665244174064895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-everyone-im-currently-listening-to.html' title='Agony at work'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-2204085962421421722</id><published>2009-06-16T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:47:57.577-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Recipes</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to birds chirping outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is going to talk about two things, my new adoration for recipes and Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipes are freaking GREAT!!!  I love them.  I have started this &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; with myself where I ask myself, "what would I make for dinner tonight".  I love cooking.  It is definitely something that relaxes me and I truly love seeing other people enjoy my food.  So I've been looking at recipes and I am going to start a recipe project.  I'm going to get a bunch of recipe books and start filling them.  :D  Simple, but I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, now... Sky.  I don't think I have the words to accurately describe how much he makes me happy.  The relationship is so freeing.  I have my role, and he has his, and it works.  It is the most comfortable and happiest I've ever been with someone.  Even though I've written that, it doesn't even begin to really say how I feel.  I want him, I miss him, and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-2204085962421421722?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/2204085962421421722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=2204085962421421722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2204085962421421722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2204085962421421722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/recipes.html' title='Recipes'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7847848171341319866</id><published>2009-06-14T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:38:50.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Grrrrs and One to Smile</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently listening to Who’d Have Known by Lily Allen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to an event today and ended up in an interesting conversation with a couple of ladies.  They were asking me about my plans for the future.  I told them about my plans to be an English teacher.  The chit chat was pleasant and not too in depth.  Then one of the ladies asked why I wanted to be an English teacher.  I launched into my usual “thing” on how I have always loved reading and inspiring people to love the language and literature as much as I do, will be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then… it happened…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lady who was listening said something about having all the time off so I could travel or pursue other things of my liking.  Without even thinking I made a comment about how it will be perfect because I will be able to concentrate more on my house and husband.  The lady was aghast at the comment, as were two other ladies in the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to listen to three ladies attack my personal wants today.  It is quite annoying to have people think that my wants are “archaic” and “stupid”.  One of the ladies in the conversation was genuinely interested in how someone my age would have such a view, and after getting attacked I went to a corner and talked to her about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though I had to deal with the three ladies, the one was really nice and happy that I could make such a “mature and healthy” decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the women who attacked me and my wants are not married and never have been.  The other one just got divorced a year ago (or a little over).  I am not surprised.  She was rambling off on how no woman should be a “doting little June Cleaver”.  Maybe if she had a little more June in her, she would still be married…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying that what I want works for everyone, I don’t preach it off mountain tops.  You have to figure out what works for you, but I know what will work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, annoyed at three ladies and happy with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7847848171341319866?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7847848171341319866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7847848171341319866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7847848171341319866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7847848171341319866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-grrrrs-and-one-to-smile.html' title='Three Grrrrs and One to Smile'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-1128119119904428361</id><published>2009-06-12T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:47:09.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Still Thinking Along!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently watching Criminal Minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright everyone, here is part two of my book commentary on The Surrendered Wife by Laura Doyle.  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a section titled “Responding to His Crazy Ideas”.  Doyle’s thoughts are that you should reply “Whatever you think” no matter what you hear your husband saying.  I don’t know how I feel about this.  I agree with it to some extent, but there are times when opinions will be asked, or your input will be needed.  I may be submissive, but I have my own thoughts and I like them to be valued.  I am not saying I am shooting down ideas, and I am definitely not suppressing my opinions or thoughts when I have them.  There needs to be discussion in certain areas.  However, once my opinion is given, the decision is left to him.  That’s how I think it needs to be.  At least, that’s what I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On page 59 the author talks about conversations that she had with her husband before she adapted the “surrendered wife” method.  Before she even picks apart what she said wrong, and what she could have said better, I already picked things out.  I think that is the major reason why I say that the novel is for women looking to relinquish control rather than women who feel that this is just right.  To me, what Doyle instructs, seem like the proper way to do things.  I think reading the book is more for the women trying to give up power to help their relationships.  At least, that’s what I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm… So… I have been struggling with myself for a little bit to go a bit further into my life with all of you blog readers.  I have been fairly “normal” on my blog so far.  I could be your best friend, your sister, or the girl next door, but delving into my opinions the past couple days makes it a struggle to keep some aspects of my life out of here.  I’m still debating… Twin tells me to keep certain things off of here, but I have read some friends’ blogs.  I can think of one person in particular who had two blogs, one for bedroom activities and that type of things then another blog for all things else.  He finally got sick of the segregation and combined the two and said “damns to hell”.  I’ve been thinking of doing the same.  But I don’t know yet… I think that by reading some of the things I have written, you can tell what my preferences in a relationship are, but maybe not…  Hmmm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I have skimmed through the rest of the book and just am not completely impressed.  99% of the subject matter that is gone over is for someone looking to change their habits, I already have these habits.  So, I skimmed.  :)  I thought it was a decent book, but not for submissive women already, but women looking to improve intimacy and life within their relationships.  Like I said previously, this is something you have to do willingly not something you should be forced into, you will never be happy if this is not your CHOICE.  At least, that’s what I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-1128119119904428361?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/1128119119904428361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=1128119119904428361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1128119119904428361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1128119119904428361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-thinking-along.html' title='Still Thinking Along!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-4648521385318501487</id><published>2009-06-10T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:08:07.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>At least, that's what I think</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to If Today was your Last Day by Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright everyone, I figure I might as well talk about this marvelous book I'm reading.  It's called The Surrendered Wife by Laura Doyle.  I am going to go through it while blogging and tell you what I think.  I know that my opinions are not those of others, and I am fine with that.  But they are my opinions, so if you don't agree, well, we can agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am only on page 21 so far, but I think it is intriguing so far.  One of the most important things that I think the author stresses is that this is a conscious CHOICE.  No woman (IMHO) should live this way against her will, she would never be happy.  But that being said, I think that the women who do choose this lifestyle, they can find more happiness than they thought possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the idea presented in the book that you cannot have intimacy without vulnerability.  I like that idea.  I know that I have been vulnerable with Sky recently.  I can count on one hand the times that I have cried in front of previous exes.  And only one of those times was because I was hurt emotionally.  ONLY ONCE.  No wonder I never felt connected to them.  I have cried a bit with Sky, not because he has hurt me, but because our situation brings up a lot of emotions.  Things that I would usually be able to deal with right in the moment with someone I can’t because of the distance.  So we have talked through the problems and honestly, I can say that I feel closer to him than anyone before him.  Being with him feels right.  Also, I think that opening myself up like that, crying and showing him a part of me that I am scared to usually show someone I am with, has made me more vulnerable and in turn, have a deeper intimacy.  At least, that is what I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a line in the book that says that the wife is not responsible for all the problems.  “Your husband has plenty of areas he could improve too, but that’s nothing [the wife] can control” (25).  However, “That’s nothing [the wife] can control” and “[the wife] can only control [herself]”.  I completely agree with this.  Taking all of the responsibility for things that go wrong in a relationship is insane.  There are certain things that will go wrong, some the wife’s fault, some the husband’s fault, but the only thing that we can do is control ourselves.  Recognizing this and accepting it, is key to letting the problems go away easier.  At least, that is what I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the most important passages in the book (that I have read so far) is when not to surrender.  There is a difference from a powerful, in control husband to an abusive husband.  In an abusive relationship, GET OUT.  It is very important to read over this list and know when not to surrender.  This is not an “At least, that is what I think…”, this is what I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, but, there are things in the book that I don’t agree with, on page 35 it outlines a scenario about a scene in a car where a husband misses a turn.  The book says, “he keeps going in the wrong direction you will go past the state line and still not correct what he’s doing”.  To me, that seems crazy.  If we are going someplace, why would I not say, “Hunny, you missed the turn”?  I am not going to be rude about it, I definitely would not say, “You missed the exit!  Do you not know how to read a road sign???”.  There are proper and improper ways to say things, and to me, ending up in Timbuktu is not a thing I want (and nor does the person I am with).  At least, that’s what I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting because Doyle relates everything to trust.  If a wife tells her husband that he is taking an inefficient way to work it is because she does not trust him to find the best way himself.  I am not sure how I feel about this.  I mean, I’m sure that once he had found his way, he would find the one that is best for him, for whatever reason.  I still think I have the same view as before that it is largely in how you say something, not what you say.  I think that the constant nagging would be demeaning and not proper, but in some cases, I think helpful suggestions could be more deemed as, well, helpful than nagging.  But I think the amount of time that the “helpful hints” are given, once a day versus once a month, is also important to take into consideration.  At least, that’s what I think…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that a lot of this book is for assertive women looking to relinquish their control and improve their marriage/relationship.  It talks about how there the women should have a “no control” date.  That is my ideal, so I am not struggling against it.  However, I think the book is interesting so far.  I am looking forward to reading the rest.  I will be giving my opinion little by little each day until I am finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-4648521385318501487?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/4648521385318501487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=4648521385318501487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4648521385318501487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4648521385318501487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-least-thats-what-i-think.html' title='At least, that&apos;s what I think'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8114845687238918027</id><published>2009-06-09T14:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:13:33.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Perfect for me.</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to We Made You by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; sorry about the lapse in blogging again.  I've just been doing so much online these days.  Oh, and I am finally graduated from high school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, but I &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; got a package... Sky sent me a shirt of his in the mail.  I was so excited to get it.  I still am not down from the excitement of opening the package.  He is truly the perfect guy (for me).  I have told him that he is perfect in the past, but he always reminds me that he is human.  To which I say that I am human too and we all have our flaws and such.  But the thing is, he is perfect &lt;em&gt;for me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened my package and right on top of the shirt was a sticky note.  :)  It made me smile.  My heart fills &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I hear/read that he loves me.  I don't know how I got so lucky, but I really am the luckiest girl.  Because I truly think I found the person who I can grow old with.  He is the greatest guy I have ever met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crossing my fingers and waiting for this magical dream job to open up for him here.  I want him to get a job tomorrow!  I am a good girl though, waiting, and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8114845687238918027?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8114845687238918027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8114845687238918027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8114845687238918027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8114845687238918027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-for-me.html' title='Perfect for me.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-5688429169884829816</id><published>2009-05-21T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:50:32.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><title type='text'>Whoa, look who's back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Undeniable by Mat Kearney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... so... I have to admit, my blogging efforts have been majorly slacking.  I know, I know, my bad.  It was because I don't even know how to talk about what is going on in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me throw one more nickname at you...  Sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky is... a man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terrific...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing...&lt;br /&gt;spectacular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs lightly* I just didn't know how to write about him.  I don't know how to write about my feelings.  Because I am worried if I start, I won't stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I can talk about him without giving the back story.  And because you need the back story, you need to know another little something...  I belong to another site.  I know, I know, don't tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;, they will be jealous. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on this other site, Sky messaged me saying that he liked what I said and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yadda&lt;/span&gt;, telling me about himself and hoping that I would message him back.  I will be honest, I was a bit "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, whatever" about it.  I mean, he was not an active member on the site, and that always made me wary.  But I responded back.  We went back and forth for a while, then moved it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IMing&lt;/span&gt;.  We got to know each other, and found out that we have something in common.  We have a certain interest in &lt;em&gt;bedroom &lt;/em&gt;activities.  Well, we talked and talked, and we both felt that there was &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; there.  So, we arranged to meet.  I know, I know, you are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to meet with men you meet online, especially if you are a 18 year old girl.  But I threw all caution to the wind.  I will be honest, my feelings for him were my main security. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that meeting was last weekend.  And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about amazing.   I won't go into the details of the (amazing, perfect, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mind blowing&lt;/span&gt;) sex.  But I will say, I have never been more "at home" with someone.  With everything we did, it felt right.  I felt like I fit right with him.  Everything was so nice.  He was the nicest person.  We were... amazing.  Sorry about my lack of extended vocabulary, my mind is in a haze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning another trip in July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twin has been on my butt about blogging, so here it is.  I will try to blog constantly now.  I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chronicle&lt;/span&gt; the everyday going-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ons&lt;/span&gt; between Sky and Soul.  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-5688429169884829816?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/5688429169884829816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=5688429169884829816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5688429169884829816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5688429169884829816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/05/whoa-look-whos-back.html' title='Whoa, look who&apos;s back!!!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7555415222031593805</id><published>2009-01-25T00:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:40:05.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silver'/><title type='text'>Get your booty into gear!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Poker Face by Lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GaGa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt;, once again, it's been awhile.  That's what my title is about, getting my butt into gear and keeping this up.  School has been school though, not too much interesting going on there.  Busy but boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really interesting is this new guy...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt; what to name him...  SILVER!!!  Okay, so Silver and I met a couple years ago.  We lost touch for a while, but we are back in contact.  Talking to him, it feels like I've known him my whole life.  I'm glad we started talking again.  He's a really chill guy who is just plainly amazing.  We have so much in common and really click.  He's a good friend to have reconnected with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it.  Oh, Twin and I are having a blast together.  We have been hanging out a lot recently.  She is AMAZING!!!!  Woo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7555415222031593805?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7555415222031593805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7555415222031593805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7555415222031593805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7555415222031593805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-your-booty-into-gear.html' title='Get your booty into gear!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8465776556827205434</id><published>2009-01-11T17:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:34:00.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Je regrette</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently watching The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it’s been a while. Wow, a long while since I’ve actually talked. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. About life, about love, about friends. This thinking hasn’t been done alone either, I’ve talked about it with other people too. I talked about it with Cabbage, who I love. He is such a great guy. I miss him a lot. He makes me laugh all the time, but we can still hold actual conversations too. I’ve talked a bit about it with Mediterranean too. I would have talked about it with Twin, but she has been in a different state and those kinds of conversations are best left to be had in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you may ask yourself what I have come up with. What exactly are my thoughts of love and life? Well, who knows all the details, not me. I don’t pretend to. However, I think I have hammered down some of the more major points though. I think that dating is almost silly unless you think that the other person could be your life partner. I mean, that’s all dating really is, trial runs until you figure out if the person is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. All other “dates” are silly. Now, I’m an advocate of silly, but don’t label it as dating if it won’t develop into something serious. Label it as what it is, friends with benefits. Now now now, don’t go jumping down my throat, I know you can’t tell as soon as you start dating someone whether or not they are that special person, but once you do know, what do you do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I’ve been thinking about the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8465776556827205434?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8465776556827205434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8465776556827205434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8465776556827205434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8465776556827205434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2009/01/je-regrette.html' title='Je regrette'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-4852989791856392382</id><published>2008-12-30T15:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:39:32.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><title type='text'>Blah Blah Balls</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Chasing Pavements by Adele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's weird. I am twisted all up in pain. Physical pain, so don't go worrying about my mental state. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;, it's all good though. Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; will take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pick my mom up early from work, which I didn't find out until twenty minutes before I had to leave. :( So now I'm sitting in a Starbucks (using &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WiFi&lt;/span&gt;) while she shops until we leave to go to a party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frapp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt;, my life is good. I got Twin to join in on something with me. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; exciting!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Waaaaa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeful. Maybe, just maybe. I'm vague but I'm being vague for good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-4852989791856392382?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/4852989791856392382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=4852989791856392382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4852989791856392382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4852989791856392382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-everyone-im-currently-listening.html' title='Blah Blah Balls'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3240417194001387611</id><published>2008-12-17T10:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:32:05.735-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Couldn't I be something besides a moth?</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Just Dance by Lady &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GaGa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am a moth.  He is the flame.  I am attracted in a way that cannot be explained.  In my mind I know I want to stay away, well not stay away, but I want it to be different.  Why is my life so fucked?  I don't want to sound like one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;angsty&lt;/span&gt; teenagers, because I don't think I am an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;angsty&lt;/span&gt; teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I maintain this perfect distance, then he calls, and we talk, and he is so perfect about it.  I think, perhaps this is exactly what I'm looking for and he is perfect for what I need.  Then he turns into an asshole.  Perhaps he doesn't turn into one though, perhaps he just is one and I don't realize it until I let myself see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to stop.  That's where the moth part of me comes in.  I know that he will text me, come up with a beautiful lie of an excuse, and I will let myself believe.  I won't stop myself either, because it's beautiful.  I would worship it.  I won't, but I would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, some of the things that he has said makes my heart melt.  Not in the way where I'm about to proclaim my love or anything.  He's real though, he's standing in front of me and smiling, perfect diamonds of words falling from lips and into my ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3240417194001387611?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3240417194001387611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3240417194001387611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3240417194001387611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3240417194001387611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/12/couldnt-i-be-something-besides-moth.html' title='Couldn&apos;t I be something besides a moth?'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-1789165234343150082</id><published>2008-12-09T17:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:36:00.907-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platinum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>Hmmmm, no countdown, but there are the thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Candy Shop by 50 Cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stuff has happened. I know Twin is not an advocate. However, I'm having bunches of fun. I know that more fun will soon be had. Which is what my title is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts have been wandering today. I can almost still feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Platinum and Mediterranean seem to be for it. Platinum is very excited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought something today. I almost feel weird about it. It makes me feel like a little kid because it'll be a completely new experience. I mean, not completely new, but I've never used one. Neither has he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reverted. Not in the way any of you will think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-1789165234343150082?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/1789165234343150082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=1789165234343150082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1789165234343150082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1789165234343150082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/12/hmmmm-no-countdown-but-there-are.html' title='Hmmmm, no countdown, but there are the thoughts'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3256411416878053421</id><published>2008-12-03T22:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:14:54.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently listening to The Sound of White by Missy Higgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River gave me this amazing publication today. It is a literary magazine that has some amazing pieces in it. One piece, actually the very first piece, made my heart stop. Its beauty was overwhelming. I have been reading it throughout my school day, becoming more and more enchanted with each word, with each syllable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to sing. I listen to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt; frequently throughout the day at school. I find that I have this overwhelming desire to belt out certain songs sometimes. I think that music is powerful. It speaks to everyone. There is music for every mood, for every person. Sometimes I swear I can feel the music inside of me. I just like it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where any preconceived ideas were blown away… *me singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyhow. I hate it when I come up with something so extremely brilliant and perfect, then fourteen minutes later when I go to write it down, I am completely blank. Oh sure, I have the general idea of what my plan was, of the words I found so perfect only minutes earlier. I can’t seem to string the words together right though. They come out jumbled and wrong. Just plain wrong. It’s quite annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today feels like a Friday. Which makes me sad, because I wish it was Friday. I got really sad when I realized it was not Friday, but Wednesday. Wednesday is good too though. Wednesday is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3256411416878053421?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3256411416878053421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3256411416878053421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3256411416878053421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3256411416878053421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3085497358428749817</id><published>2008-11-30T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:34:42.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platinum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Something I wrote a while back and never posted</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently listening to Mannequin by Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sorry, I haven’t been here in a while. Actually, it’s been quite a while. I have a couple of things to talk about. First, I want to talk about my brilliant friends. I am officially 18 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wooh&lt;/span&gt;, legal!). I had Platinum, Twin, Mediterranean, and Manhattan over for a little celebration. I hate to use the word birthday party because that has so many immature connotations in my mind. However, that’s pretty much what it was. Platinum, Twin, Mediterranean, and I went to a store and got a very interesting (and informative) lesson about some *cough cough* items. It was so much fun overall, and I know what I’m getting Twin for Xmas. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;, she probably thinks I’m kidding… *laughs manically*. The reason that Manhattan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t come with us is because she is not 18 yet, so it would have been a no go for her. But she said she would meet us for dinner. So I called her twice and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; her, but I get no answer. I am upset, but I push it aside because it was my night and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to let her ruin it. We went to dinner and had SUCH a great time. It was really fun and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have asked for anything better. Well as soon as the bill comes for dinner she texts me and asks if I had gotten any of her texts. I just rolled my eyes, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t, but honestly I don’t think she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me. I was receiving all my other texts and sending them and THAT one asking if I had gotten her previous ‘texts’ magically got through. Sorry, I don’t believe it. Not to mention she knew the time schedule I was working on, when 5 o’clock rolled around she should have called if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hadn&lt;/span&gt;’t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; her. Blah, it’s all such bullshit. She said that she had a problem with stuff and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t leave her house, like I said before though, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t going to let her ruin my night. So I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t. We went back to my house, played a game, opened presents, and had a great time. She ended up showing up but the dynamics of the group were weird with her there. I noticed it. After to talking to my friends separately they all expressed that they were upset with her because she treated me like shit and was very nonchalant about it. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem very into the night either. To be honest I think I would have had a better time if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t show up at all. BUT, I had an amazing time because I was with my best friends and that’s what matters. Mediterranean left first, then Manhattan, but Platinum stayed for a long time. It was really great because the dynamics between Platinum and Twin were really great. It was a great couple hours with just the three of us. I know that Twin and Mediterranean both read this so I just wanted you two to know that I love you both to death and know that you guys could have done anything with your night so I am really happy that you chose to spend it with me. I had an amazing time and you are the reason for it. *hugs* I love you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3085497358428749817?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3085497358428749817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3085497358428749817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3085497358428749817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3085497358428749817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-i-wrote-while-back-and-never.html' title='Something I wrote a while back and never posted'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8451385339714324157</id><published>2008-11-09T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:49:35.359-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Blushing Gives Everything Away</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Mannequin by Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I love Twin.  I just want to put it out there.  She is a great girl who I thank God everyday for.  If it wasn't for her I would have quit my job such a long time ago.  Beyond a simple coworker though she is one of my best friends.  I look forward to talking to her because I know she truly listens to me and cares about me.  We can truly talk about anything too.  I have never told anyone about my nonfiction book-reading habits, and since she has similar habits it's all okay.  Even if she didn't have similar habits I think it would be okay.  I truly believe that anything I tell her wouldn't make her shirk away and stop being my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8451385339714324157?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8451385339714324157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8451385339714324157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8451385339714324157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8451385339714324157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/11/blushing-gives-everything-away.html' title='Blushing Gives Everything Away'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7347892309991083457</id><published>2008-11-07T18:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T15:06:19.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ginger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabbage'/><title type='text'>MY 100TH POST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently listening to New Favorite by Debra Arlyn and Every Mile a Memory by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dierks&lt;/span&gt; Bentley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; seen the Statue of Liberty.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Metrodad&lt;/span&gt; inspired me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. I change my computer background often.&lt;br /&gt;4. I constantly lose my flash drives.&lt;br /&gt;5. If I could be any celebrity for a day it would be Victoria &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beckham&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. I like Britney Spears’ music.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love thinking about my future, it excites me.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate the Times New Roman font.&lt;br /&gt;9. I haven’t read the twilight series and really don’t plan on it.&lt;br /&gt;10. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;11. Stone is the first boy who is really athletic that I have ever had a crush on.&lt;br /&gt;12. I like it when my nails are painted but I rarely do it.&lt;br /&gt;13. The Green Mile is my all time favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;14. When I am shopping with my little cousin I like to pretend he is my son to see people’s reactions.&lt;br /&gt;15. My favorite candy is a tie between Almond Joys and Reese’s peanut butter cups.&lt;br /&gt;16. The best number is 27.&lt;br /&gt;17. Completely yellow socks creep me out.&lt;br /&gt;18. I can’t drink plain coffee.&lt;br /&gt;19. My favorite pair of shoes is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nike&lt;/span&gt; flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;20. I honestly don’t think I could survive without my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. One of my biggest accomplishments this year has been creating my own grades program.&lt;br /&gt;22. My favorite color is midnight blue&lt;br /&gt;23. I used to love Spongebob and my aunt doesn't understand that I don't anymore, so I still get Spongebob stuff at birthday/Xmas time.&lt;br /&gt;24. I always want to live in the town I live in right now.&lt;br /&gt;25. I am pretty much always cold.&lt;br /&gt;26. I love budgeting.&lt;br /&gt;27. I dislike onions.&lt;br /&gt;28. I also dislike tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;29. Apparently I say “salsa” weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;30. I have never been to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;31. I don’t like caramel usually.&lt;br /&gt;32. I love my mom’s sloppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt;’s and my grandma’s homemade tacos.&lt;br /&gt;33. In my opinion, I swear too much. Although I do it a lot less than many people. However when I do swear, I do it properly.&lt;br /&gt;34. I drink a lot of water. It’s quite a problem actually.&lt;br /&gt;35. I know in my mind that sleep is just a waste of time because I could be doing so many other useful things but I love sleeping. I usually would rather be sleeping than doing what I’m doing.&lt;br /&gt;36. My senior research paper will be the first research paper I write where I have actually read the book.&lt;br /&gt;37. I am so scared of getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;38. I have such great creative fun ideas, but I never have the time to do them.&lt;br /&gt;39. I have never been more inspired to teach than when I am around River.&lt;br /&gt;40. I love doing PowerPoint presentations.&lt;br /&gt;41. I love blankets. I am constantly using them. I even have one in my car…&lt;br /&gt;42. I am always questioning myself and every little move I make.&lt;br /&gt;43. I have such a great desire to teach it sometimes surprises me.&lt;br /&gt;44. I am not counting down the days until I end high school but I am counting down the days until I never have to do physical education again.&lt;br /&gt;45. I am so excited for my first home.&lt;br /&gt;46. The only things I spend money on are gas and food.&lt;br /&gt;47. I still miss my old personal trainer.&lt;br /&gt;48. The song “Candy Shop” by 50 Cent reminds me of Flash.&lt;br /&gt;49.I like wearing dresses, but I don't have too many of them. :(&lt;br /&gt;50. I’m quite driven when it comes to going farther than what is expected of me.&lt;br /&gt;51. Ginger is really nice and I hope that my students like me as much as I like him.&lt;br /&gt;52. I am planning on doing a unit on blogging when I am a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;53. I like driving.&lt;br /&gt;54. I hate gas prices.&lt;br /&gt;55. I only keep a small percentage of my paycheck, the part I don’t keep goes into a savings account.&lt;br /&gt;56. I recently watched The Truman Show for the first time and LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;57. My favorite book of all time is 1984.&lt;br /&gt;58. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rohl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dahl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;59. I think that everyone is good at lying about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;60. I really dislike my job now that Cabbage and Flash are gone, but Twin keeps me hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;61. I like feeling like I am needed.&lt;br /&gt;62. I like to work alone rather than in groups even if it means more work for me because I know that I will put forth a good product to receive an A.&lt;br /&gt;63. I have only had one enjoyable year of math and that was because of the amazing teacher.&lt;br /&gt;64. I plan on coming back to my high school next year religiously to visit with Noodles and River.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;65. I am so surprised with the amount of admiration I feel for River, usually it takes me much longer to like a teacher as much as I like him.&lt;br /&gt;66. I really like the name Molly, but I don’t know anyone personally with this name.&lt;br /&gt;67. I lied about being sick one day for work; it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t gnaw at my conscious at all.&lt;br /&gt;68. I greatly dislike people who talked about themselves in the third person seriously.&lt;br /&gt;69. I would really like to take a course on Greek Mythology, it is so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;70. I know I need a haircut but I have no time to get one.&lt;br /&gt;71. I visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;postsecret&lt;/span&gt;.com religiously.&lt;br /&gt;72. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t read all of To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;73. I really want to load the Sims game on my computer but for some reason I cannot get it to work.&lt;br /&gt;74. I have over 15 gigs of music on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;IPOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. I love grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;76. I used to write beautiful poetry, I don’t know why I don’t anymore.&lt;br /&gt;77. My favorite cartoon as a child was the Magic School Bus.&lt;br /&gt;78. Mediterranean is one person who I feel like I can relate to on such a different level than all my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;79. I love horror films.&lt;br /&gt;80. Sometimes I don’t brush my hair, I just throw it up in a ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;81. I like to braid my hair.&lt;br /&gt;82. Not too many girls my age can pull off pigtails, but I can.&lt;br /&gt;83. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;84. I adore gum.&lt;br /&gt;85. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;. I will wake up at any hour of the day if I get a text.&lt;br /&gt;86. When doing projects where you need to fasten a piece of paper to a poster board I prefer to use tape over glue.&lt;br /&gt;87. I always download the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; free music on Tuesday, who turns down FREE music???&lt;br /&gt;88. I want to ride an ostrich.&lt;br /&gt;89. I’m a very open person. I think I have to be to write a blog…&lt;br /&gt;90. I love ellipses (…)&lt;br /&gt;91. I am on the computer at least for a hour every day, usually more though.&lt;br /&gt;92. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;sxephil&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;93. I have conversations with my cat.&lt;br /&gt;94. I enjoy playing games.&lt;br /&gt;95. I’m okay with spending the majority of my nights at home&lt;br /&gt;96. I LOVE taking pictures but I rarely print them out.&lt;br /&gt;97. I have a lot of really nice jewelry but I usually don’t wear any jewelry besides rings.&lt;br /&gt;98. I don’t have the heart to tell my mom I have grown out of the Ripley’s Believe it or Not books.&lt;br /&gt;99. I am usually peppy all day.&lt;br /&gt;100. I have been in a New York cab, scary experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7347892309991083457?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7347892309991083457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7347892309991083457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7347892309991083457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7347892309991083457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-100th-post.html' title='MY 100TH POST!!!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7837718865879089720</id><published>2008-11-06T16:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:16:05.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Drainage</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Where I Stood by Missy Higgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm excited because by posting this right now means I am posting my 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; post tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;, how exciting! I am extremely tired right now. I had an extremely draining day. I am going to write a nine page paper now. How fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7837718865879089720?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7837718865879089720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7837718865879089720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7837718865879089720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7837718865879089720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-everyone-im-currently-listening-to_06.html' title='Drainage'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-521000180195370465</id><published>2008-11-05T16:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:58:26.196-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Zippee</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Take Me Away by Avril Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am super excited for my 100th post, and you should be too!!! I will hopefully be posting it tomorrow.  I am not done with it yet, but I have been working hard on it.  You will 100% for sure learn something new about me from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a weird day.  The day seemed to go on forever and a lot of teachers gave us busy work.  I felt like the day was never going to end.  Although I have been feeling like that for some time now.  I think it has to do with the fact that I have made my college decision and I've been accepted and I'm not too worried about anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel like my life is getting boring.  I feel like I am always doing the same thing and I am just sort of sick of it.  I texted a bunch of my friends and a couple of them said good things.  I got a lot of "i don't know" and "no clue".  I could always read more nonfiction books. =D right twin??? On a serious note though, I really want to kick start my life.  So, any ideas of what I can do to make my life a bit more interesting???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-521000180195370465?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/521000180195370465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=521000180195370465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/521000180195370465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/521000180195370465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/11/zippee.html' title='Zippee'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3115270430601644165</id><published>2008-11-04T14:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:18:06.659-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>Under Waterfalls</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Hot N Cold by Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a million and a half things to do today, so instead of doing them, I am blogging.  I feel like I need to blog though.  I was hoping that Flash could come over today, and he couldn't.  I caught glimpse of myself in the mirror after I found out this news and was surprised by what I saw.  I saw a pretty girl, a girl who deserves a good guy.  I'm not saying that I am not going to see Flash again, but I am officially not as obsessed with the whole situation as I was before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today, that I deserve someone who likes me.  What Flash and I had (have???) is a friendship, nothing more.  I think I forgot about that.  I think I let the other stuff get to my head.  I am going to start putting myself out there more.  I think I shelter myself up inside of me, protecting myself from not getting hurt.  It's funny, because I told Twin about a month ago to just ask this one guy out.  I said "What's the worse that could happen?".  I am going to take my own advice, because you know what?  The worse that could happen is that I get hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am ready for the pain.  It's funny because I think that if Flash came over today, I would have never realized this.  So in a funny way, I own this all to Flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3115270430601644165?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3115270430601644165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3115270430601644165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3115270430601644165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3115270430601644165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/11/under-waterfalls.html' title='Under Waterfalls'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-4581538483975806503</id><published>2008-11-03T10:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:25:17.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><title type='text'>Secrets.</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Jolene by Dolly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Parton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, quick post because I have to leave in ten minutes... I have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; my secrets to people via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;postsecret's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; blog.  Sadly, I don't have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; so I cannot receive secrets, but I am sending them.  My secrets are not very dark, but they are very personal...  It is a nice thing to share them with someone who has never met me or never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-4581538483975806503?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/4581538483975806503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=4581538483975806503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4581538483975806503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4581538483975806503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/11/secrets.html' title='Secrets.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-5682811302557503801</id><published>2008-11-01T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:48:24.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>Venus in Pudding</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SexyBack&lt;/span&gt; by Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I am like a teeter totter with Flash. Right now I'm up in the air. I feel like that is a pretty good analogy for what is going on inside my head. Last night was so... great. I feel like it is back to how it was before, and after. =) I feel so satisfied with how it is right now. I feel hopeful. However, I know that EVERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt;' time I've felt hopeful before I have lost, so perhaps maybe the hint is not to get hopeful. I can't not be hopeful though. Hate me if you may, I am continuing on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-5682811302557503801?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/5682811302557503801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=5682811302557503801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5682811302557503801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5682811302557503801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-everyone-im-currently-listening-to.html' title='Venus in Pudding'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-6054096694211253518</id><published>2008-10-31T10:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:44:49.162-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>Your Heart</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the fact that I am not listening to anything gives away that I am not in a good mood. I feel sick to my stomach. I got so invested in something last night, something I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have. Sure, his phone died, I don't doubt it... But I hate the fact that it affects me. So then I hope that something would happen today, and of course not. He was not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; I stayed home, but it was a nice thought that something might come of the fact that I am home. Alas, all fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-6054096694211253518?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/6054096694211253518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=6054096694211253518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6054096694211253518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6054096694211253518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-heart.html' title='Your Heart'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-9209446358537482419</id><published>2008-10-29T18:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:28:00.897-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>Kitten Musings</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Samson by Regina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spektor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt;, this will not be a long blog (unlike yesterday).  Twin is hilarious, I love her.  She was already one of the three girls who I call my best friend, but I have gotten to know her on such a... different level the past couple of days.  It makes me smile to think about it.  She is great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Flash and I are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;...  I think that things are getting back to "normal".  What, oh what, even is normal???  He makes me smile...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shhhh&lt;/span&gt;, don't tell Manhattan.  She doesn't approve... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;, it's not going to stop me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-9209446358537482419?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/9209446358537482419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=9209446358537482419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/9209446358537482419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/9209446358537482419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/kitten-musings.html' title='Kitten Musings'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-2936096780544033202</id><published>2008-10-28T15:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:15:13.557-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='platinum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ginger'/><title type='text'>Everybody Have Fun...</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to I'm not that Girl from the musical Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday is coming up really soon.  I am very excited about it.  There is a local 18+ store, a bit on the naughty side if you know what I mean, and my friends and I are going there.  It will be Twin, Mediterranean, Platinum (another really close friend of mine), and Manhattan.  The only thing is that Manhattan is not 18.  So I feel sort of bad because she isn't going to be able to come to that part of the celebration.  When I brought it up to her she said that it was better because she thinks it's stupid and she wouldn't want to be seen there.  I mean, to each their own, but that sort of hurt.  I mean, we are going there to have a good laugh, nothing weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but afterwards I am going to a semi-local video store that has a 18+ section and we are getting some "sensitive materials".  I am looking forward to it.  I think it will be really funny and I think it'll be a good time overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that.  I know that I haven't written about my 'book' in a while.  I have started working on it again.  Twin is a writer as well and she was talking to me about writing some stuff out of order and since I don't know how to connect the part I'm on now with where I want it to go, I am writing the future scene and going back to connect later.  I hope all works out.  I am having Twin read part of it tomorrow.  I am really nervous because she will be the first person to read it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!  So, yeah, that's my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait, River and Ginger are amazing.  I'll tackle them one at a time.  (Oh and I need to talk about Noodles too!)  So River is amazingly funny.  I feel like he is one of the most brilliant men I have ever met.  He seems to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neverending&lt;/span&gt; wealth of knowledge.  I find myself wanting to talk to him all the time because I feel like he inspires me not only to be a better student but also to incorporate my intelligence into everyday conversations.  However I feel like a fool because I feel like there is always something I say that makes me feel like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger has been having a hard time with our class.  It's not his fault, the class is out of control.  He is really doing his best and he is an amazing teacher.  (oh, and not that I was looking but he has a really great butt as well)  He is moving seats tomorrow and I have a &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; about sitting in the front of the classroom so I waited after class to talk to him.  He seemed so dejected, it broke my heart.  I asked him to try and take into consideration that I like sitting in the front and he said that he could do that. He then proceeded to tell me how much he appreciates me in that class.  I thought it was really sweet because it's stuff like that keeps me behaving.  He's a great guy and I feel bad that the class is so awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, since I was just talking about moving seats... Noodles moved our seats and so now I'm not sitting next to Puck anymore!  I'm definitely sad.  Puck and I talked and he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; sweet.  Now I won't be able to talk to him as much... =(  Silly Noodles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-2936096780544033202?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/2936096780544033202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=2936096780544033202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2936096780544033202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2936096780544033202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/everybody-have-fun.html' title='Everybody Have Fun...'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-166905673097203931</id><published>2008-10-26T19:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:16:55.924-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>See Sir, I Saw Saw V!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Hands by Jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I love the Saw franchise.  Cary Elwes attracted me to the film originally, I mean who can resist Cary Elwes?  Mmmm, Cary Elwes...  Anyways, back to Saw... It is great.  I think the level of intelligence behind it surpasses films that are currently being made.  I think it is a gentle love fest for me.  I adore that kind of thing.  Which may make you scared and go running for the hills if I like it when people are put in terrifying self-harming situations, but please, I am not saying it because I am a freak or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about the mastery behind each trap of Jigsaw's, it is brilliant.  I have immense respect for that as a writer.  I have dabbled in darker works of fiction, it is very hard to come up with something that actually works.  The writers of Saw I-V are brilliant.  Some of the films (*cough* Saw IV *cough*) had a misstep or two as films, but I could still sit down and watch them any day of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto Saw V.  I don't want to ruin it for any of you, so I will try not to.  I was extremely disappointed in the first trap, I sat there, hoping that the victim might turn out to be another Amanda (who I LOVE because of her psychological depth).  When the trap let me down, I thought, oh no, has Jigsaw failed?  But, alas, not to give anything away, it was not a Jigsaw trap.  Let's just say it was a copycat.  The movie lead me down a beautifully twisted dark path of magic each minute it was on the screen.  I loved the main trap.  Not only that, but they revisited old traps in flashbacks.  It was all amazing.  I cannot rave on enough about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, now you ask, what about the future???  Yes, there will be a Saw VI.  There is a show on Vh1 that debuted tonight (It's on my tivo, I haven't watched it yet tonight (but I will (I'll blog about later))) called Scream Queens.  It is casted a female character in Saw VI.  I am eagerly waiting for my mom to go to sleep so I can watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the first in line to buy my tickets for Saw XXXVII, without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- the theater I was at had a big cut out thing of Tobin Bell's face.  So right now the background on my cell phone is me standing next to it.  AHHH, greatness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-166905673097203931?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/166905673097203931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=166905673097203931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/166905673097203931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/166905673097203931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/see-sir-i-saw-saw-v.html' title='See Sir, I Saw Saw V!!!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-2247178630750672377</id><published>2008-10-24T21:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:23:43.126-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>Non Fiction Books and Pringles</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to If I Were a Boy by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;, the title of this blog is all for Twin.  I know she will read this and CRACK up!  We have this new inside joke, so everyone else reading this will feel immensely left out. Sorry.  Not really. Well, I might blog about the big idea behind the inside joke at a later time.  I won't today because then the subject matter of our inside joke will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a different note, that also relates to Twin a little, boyfriends.  SO, here's the deal, I want one.  But here's the thing, after Flash and I had our little friendship enhancer, I want a hot boyfriend.  I know every girl wants a hot boyfriend, but most girls delude themselves into saying their boyfriends are cute or hot or whatever.  There are not enough hot guys to give every girl a hot boyfriend.  So, you may ask yourself why I think I deserve one... I don't know.  I am a pretty good catch.  I think I will need one of those "chubby chasers" though. =)  I have no problem with that.  Any guys out there who are good looking, clean, (disease free), know how to please a girl, and looking for a full figured girl, gimme a call.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alrighty&lt;/span&gt;... Well, that was a bit off track and a little inappropriate.  Ah, who cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto a COMPLETELY different subject... River is AMAZING!  I love his classes and I love his wisdom on top of everything else.  He is honestly one of the best people I have ever met in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-2247178630750672377?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/2247178630750672377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=2247178630750672377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2247178630750672377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2247178630750672377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/non-fiction-books-and-pringles.html' title='Non Fiction Books and Pringles'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-500528444902918855</id><published>2008-10-21T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:35:09.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><title type='text'>Giggles and full blown Guffaws</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Bad Boy by Cascada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Twin has pointed out to me that I have not been blogging lately.  WELL, that's what you might think, but it isn't true... This is my 91st post.  I want to do the typical "100th post" post.  I have been getting prepared for this.  You would be surprised at how few interesting facts that I can come up with about myself.  I can't even come up with unique things about myself, even if they aren't interesting, even if they are the most boring fact ever.  So, I have been putting off blogging as much as possible.  I have been trying to get that all together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something made me need to blog though.  As some of you might have noticed, there is a visitor counter at the bottom of the page.  In the 24 that it has been on my page I have gotten 192 different people on my page and 266 page loads.  That's pretty impressive.  It allows you to know what search terms people have used to get to my blog as well.  This is what made me want to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone came to my page, and more specifically to my first day of summer &lt;a href="http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/06/welts-boils-and-heat.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.  Do you want to know what they searched for that led them to my blog?  "Welts on Vagina".  I'm sorry, I found this immensely hilarious.  Not welts on vaginas, because I'm sure that's extremely painful, but the fact that my blog showed up.  So, me being the curious person I am, I googled "welts on vagina"  I am the 11th search option.  11th!!!  I feel like I should be much farther down the list, I mean... come on, I'm not a doctor, nor have I ever had welts on my vagina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am sorry to anyone who has come to this blog looking for help on their vagina welts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- I have had 26 visitors from the UK (hello), 18 from Germany (Hoi), 11 from Romania (Bunã), along with MANY MANY other countries.  I would like to say hello in every language that all my visitors speak, but unfortunately I even had to get those from a website.  I really appreciate everyone visiting and I hope you all come back!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-500528444902918855?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/500528444902918855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=500528444902918855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/500528444902918855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/500528444902918855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/giggles-and-full-blown-guffaws.html' title='Giggles and full blown Guffaws'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-7192911797135855946</id><published>2008-10-13T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:03:01.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently watching the Magic School Bus with my Cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everyone.  Now, to elaborate on Flash because I know that some people disapprove.  Flash and I are just friends.  We have become closer in the past couple of weeks, but we are just friends.  Perhaps that is the thing that people disapprove of, but I'm seizing life.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carpe&lt;/span&gt; Diem.  Right?  I have thought about the whole thing very thoroughly and I have talked to my three best friends about it.  One of them doesn't like it but the other two are all for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the one friend who disapproves reads this, so I'm not going to speculate why she disapproves, but I do know she does.  Here's the thing though, I am happy.  Undeniably happy.  How can you disapprove of something that makes me happy?  I am not going into this blind.  I trust Flash and I know what I'm getting myself into.  Maybe she's afraid I'm going to get hurt... there I go, speculating... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  But I'm not going to stop doing it.  I'm having the time of my life.  I'm extremely happy.  I don't know how else to put it.  Try to be happy for me though.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-7192911797135855946?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/7192911797135855946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=7192911797135855946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7192911797135855946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/7192911797135855946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3658934627920179885</id><published>2008-10-13T01:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T01:18:46.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>Light, Bright, No Silhouettes.</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Flash and I talked today for over two hours.  It was amazingly perfect.  I recommend everyone find a friend like him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3658934627920179885?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3658934627920179885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3658934627920179885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3658934627920179885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3658934627920179885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/light-bright-no-silhouettes.html' title='Light, Bright, No Silhouettes.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3631687940680459226</id><published>2008-10-09T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:58:12.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Who Knew by Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, TODAY didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought I should keep ya'll updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's working now after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3631687940680459226?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3631687940680459226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3631687940680459226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3631687940680459226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3631687940680459226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3691436125655520523</id><published>2008-10-09T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:30:54.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Big Problems in a Little Life</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Won't Go Home Without You by Maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Everyone. Let's stop for a moment and take a step back into the world of reality. My life has been changed in the past week. I don't want to think about it in terms of that, but I have changed in a major way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because I know not too many people read my blog (hello to the people who do though) but I still don't want to alienate the people who do read it. I feel like exposing the part of me that has changed would make everyone shut down their computers and turn me out of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing. I am thinking things through though. It makes me feel good, I feel prettier than I have in the longest time. I know it shouldn't. I really do know that. I know that it's something that I maybe shouldn't have done. But you know what? I'm going to do it again. How can I deny something that feels so right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does it feel right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3691436125655520523?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3691436125655520523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3691436125655520523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3691436125655520523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3691436125655520523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-problems-in-little-life.html' title='Big Problems in a Little Life'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-1513025693922993906</id><published>2008-10-07T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:45:28.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mediterranean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><title type='text'>Quick Quick Quick</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Whisper by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ying&lt;/span&gt; Yang Twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Flash and I are getting close.  I am not interested in being his girlfriend or anything.  We are just having a fun time getting to know each other better.  However, Twin is disappointed in him and me.  I don't really know what I feel.  I know I feel good, but I can't put words to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to Mediterranean.  I don't see her until Friday though and I REFUSE to talk about it over texts or over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, nothing else to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-1513025693922993906?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/1513025693922993906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=1513025693922993906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1513025693922993906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1513025693922993906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-quick-quick.html' title='Quick Quick Quick'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-6042141159127324776</id><published>2008-10-05T18:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:53:43.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha...</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to I Wanna be Bad by Willa Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words.  I wish it was Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-6042141159127324776?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/6042141159127324776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=6042141159127324776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6042141159127324776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/6042141159127324776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/wha.html' title='Wha...'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-1967392016049732399</id><published>2008-10-04T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T13:41:38.471-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cabbage'/><title type='text'>Like a bright bolt, you came into my life.</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently listening to Womanizer by Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness everyone!  So, Flash is so cool.  He stopped working at Twin and mine’s place of employment but we text constantly and he just more and more amazing by the text.  I think it’s funny because I think in previous posts I have talked about how I favored Cabbage over Flash.  Now, it’s completely the opposite.  Some may say that it’s because I talk to Flash more, but I really think it’s because I connect with him on a different level than I do with Cabbage.  It’s amusing because in the start of this all I would have never ever thought that I would be talking to Flash daily and Cabbage once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Flash is really a good person.  I mean some aspects of him definitely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aren&lt;/span&gt;’t my favorite but I can look past them to see all of his goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn does he have goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-1967392016049732399?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/1967392016049732399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=1967392016049732399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1967392016049732399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/1967392016049732399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-bright-bolt-you-came-into-my-life.html' title='Like a bright bolt, you came into my life.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-3391426117515834270</id><published>2008-09-30T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:06:22.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight'/><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m currently listening to Come Round Soon by Sara Bareilles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making a commitment today.  I am going to lose 30 pounds by Christmas.  It is a reachable goal.  That would entail me losing 30 pounds in 86 days.  That is sooo totally do-able and completely healthy.  I needed a big incentive and I think I have found it.  I am going to use this as a check for myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to drink around 80 ounces of water each day and now I get about 20 ounces.  I need to up that again.  I also need to cut out my sweets intake.  I have gotten quite bad since my vacation over the summer.  I had a bowl of ice cream yesterday.  I am also going back to working out three times a week.  *shudder*  I am also going to start eating Lean Cuisines again, and ONLY Lean Cuisines.  After Christmas I will set another goal.  My overall goal is 65 pounds.  I am thinking that I can achieve this by June no problem, which is my definite desired end date.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-3391426117515834270?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/3391426117515834270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=3391426117515834270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3391426117515834270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/3391426117515834270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/09/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-5053385230729380086</id><published>2008-09-25T19:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:37:54.771-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ginger'/><title type='text'>Mehhh</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to How Did I Fall in Love with You by the Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Stone's a hottie. I'm mad at Manhattan. Twin is gorgeous. Noodles is very funny. Ginger is quite possibly the coolest geek nerd teacher EVER. River's classes are the best. This is a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-5053385230729380086?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/5053385230729380086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=5053385230729380086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5053385230729380086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5053385230729380086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/09/mehhh.html' title='Mehhh'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-4065639754239743348</id><published>2008-09-23T13:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:19:19.242-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hmmmm, soooo today...</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Stranger by Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept today.  It was the most beautiful day I have ever had.  I know that since I bummed around I should go out and do some weeding, clean my house, clean out my car, or get &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; done.  However I have no desire to do any of those things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a desire for everyday of my life to be just like this one.  This beautiful peaceful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will actually accomplish anything today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-4065639754239743348?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/4065639754239743348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=4065639754239743348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4065639754239743348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/4065639754239743348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmmmm-soooo-today.html' title='Hmmmm, soooo today...'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-2159913171410438038</id><published>2008-09-22T06:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:14:59.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ginger'/><title type='text'>Ginger with some WAS-AAAAA-BEEEEEEE!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Gone Forever by Three Days Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of lamenting about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; life right now, I am going to talk about something I think is really cool.  So, Friday I went to talk to Ginger after class.  Considering we both have a free period it works out really nicely.  I wanted to take the time to tell him that I really enjoy his class and the material that we are covering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell him this and how excited I am about the class.  He goes on to tell me how flattered he is and how sorry he is to ME.  I was so surprised.  He said that he felt bad because he knows that the class is rude and disrespectful.  He was telling me that I was one of two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;students&lt;/span&gt; who he feels are taking the class for the right reasons.  (The rest are taking it as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blowoff&lt;/span&gt;)  I thought the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; we had was really cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was nice to see a teacher coming to realize how he needs to control a class.  So many teachers these days just let kids get away with way too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-2159913171410438038?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/2159913171410438038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=2159913171410438038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2159913171410438038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2159913171410438038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/09/ginger-with-some-was-aaaaa-beeeeeee.html' title='Ginger with some WAS-AAAAA-BEEEEEEE!'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-5118482422374023252</id><published>2008-09-18T15:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:38:32.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin'/><title type='text'>Here's the thing...</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Samson by Regina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spektor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my dear dear friend Twin is so beautiful.  I am going to praise her endlessly here.  She is gorgeous.  It is an awkward thing to say to someone, I hope you realize this.  It is weird to go up to someone and tell them they are actually breathtakingly beautiful.  You can tell someone they look good that day or you like a certain feature about them, but telling them they are always so beautiful, that is awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is though.  I know that, like every girl, she has her insecurities.  More than she, or any girl, wants to admit she has.  Or perhaps, she does admit them to true friends, for I know she has expressed some to me.  I had told her that I know where she is coming from at one point and she pointed out the amount of boyfriends I have had.  I then started to wonder if I truly did understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that at a certain level I do, and at a certain level I don't.  I know what it is like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt; why every other girl, girls who are no doubt uglier or fatter or less intelligent, has a boyfriend and yet I am sitting here alone on this night alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone father to look for a boyfriend than she has though.  I know that for a fact.  My insecurities led me into bad relationships.  Perhaps she is doing it right.  However, she deserves more than she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my friends think the same thing.  I wonder if they think I deserve as much as I think Twin does.  I think she deserves the smartest, cutest, funniest, and most understanding guy.  I might get a little jealous, but let's put a qualifier that says he has to have a TWIN brother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. That way I get one too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, I know you read my blog Twin, and I want you to know that these words are all true and they are strange to say in person, they fumble and tumble, never coming out quite like this.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-5118482422374023252?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/5118482422374023252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=5118482422374023252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5118482422374023252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/5118482422374023252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/09/heres-thing.html' title='Here&apos;s the thing...'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-8406533658883490217</id><published>2008-09-18T15:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:40:31.815-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone'/><title type='text'>Stony Hearts.</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Currently listening to Bleed it Out by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt; Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So, as the title indicates I am going to talk about Stone.  I know I have been talking about him lately and that makes me a little nervous.  I mean, I think I am getting more attached to all of this.  I don't even know what &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is, but I am getting attached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself joking around with him more and more.  I find myself smiling.  I feel tingly when I'm around him.  I find myself wanting to memorize every part of him.  I want to commit him to memory.  You may ask yourself why, well I have figured out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I KNOW THIS WILL ALL END!  I have never felt this way before and had it end up well.  Here's the thing, I like Taco Bell.  I like reading.  I like writing.  I like to sing obnoxiously.  I like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; chill and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe I am judging before I truly know, but oh well.  I am.  What are you going to do about it?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;?  That's right... NOTHING! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mwhahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-8406533658883490217?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/8406533658883490217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=8406533658883490217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8406533658883490217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/8406533658883490217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/09/stony-hearts.html' title='Stony Hearts.'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-2274980147813039815</id><published>2008-09-18T15:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:40:09.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taco Bell'/><title type='text'>With a Joker smile and a sincere heart</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Your Call by Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.  Let me talk to you for a moment about my love.  No, not stone... I don't love stone.  I may be in... well, let's leave that for later...  I love Taco Bell.  I figure it's okay to mention the actual name because they are EVERYWHERE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the Taco Bell nearest to me is always filled with high school kids.  Which is pretty cool when you think about it because you always run into someone when you are in there.  Whether you like them or not is a completely different story though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a recent weekly sporting event, Manhattan and I went to Taco Bell as a "hey I'm hungry and it's cheap and we're teens and therefore love cheap" place.  It was great so we've been going there after each of the weekly sporting events.  I have to admit that I love it.  I don't know that it's so much the food or anything (although the food is delicious) (I have yet to find something I dislike there...) but the fact that I am hanging out with her.  It has turned into a community environment.  Which sounds even more strange than anything else.  However, it is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share that with you all.  I will be writing frequently now until Tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-2274980147813039815?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/2274980147813039815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=2274980147813039815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2274980147813039815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2274980147813039815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/09/with-joker-smile-and-sincere-heart.html' title='With a Joker smile and a sincere heart'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-2761299714484322368</id><published>2008-09-11T18:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:37:16.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stone'/><title type='text'>Whoa, Judge much?</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Secret Crowds by Angels and Airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a three things to talk about, Stone (of course), Manhattan, and Puck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start out with the easy (?) stuff first, Stone. So, the past couple of times that I have had to work in groups in the class that Stone is in, he has worked with me. Or when one day when we were a different room and a group of his friends (he knows them and talks to them and they do a certain extra curricular activity with him, I don't know if they are great friends, but friends yes...) were sitting on the other side of the room than me, there was two open chairs by them and one by me, and he sat by ME!!! Then he always is my partner. I don't know if that is because I sit behind him and it is a convenience thing, or if he likes working with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my thought, if he didn't like working with me, he could work with someone else close to him, RIGHT???!!!????!!?!!?? AHHGGGRRRHHHH. I am not reading into anything. Mostly because I know nothing will ever come of this. I need to keep telling myself this, because I have been devastated before, just because my feelings get involved in stupid things. Things that will never work out. Why oh why am I so cursed with these feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking about him though. It scares me. Really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, change of subject. How about another boy? Okay, so Puck and I sit next to each other (in a different class) and (Noodles' class) Noodles thinks that I like him. I would definitely date him because he is really funny and sweet, and all that jazz. How can I have these two feelings? Although I will say, I think about Puck when I am around Puck. When I am not around anyone, I think about Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noodles is so great though. I hope to do some travelling with her over the summer. She is the BEST teacher I have ever had the pleasure of learning from. She is a great person too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the big stuff... Manhattan. Manhattan and I have been doing great. She is definitely a big part of my life. I was talking to Noodles this morning about thinking of going to a two year college then transferring. I have many reasons for considering this. However, there is a certain expectation from people around me that I will go to a four year school. There is a certain stigma that going to a two year college gets. Which is sort of funny because one of the smartest economic decisions that you can make is to go to a two year college and transfer. ANYWAYS, I have many reasons for considering this, not to mention my two other best friends, also two of the smartest people I know, are going to a two year school first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the story, I was telling Noodles all of this and talking to her about it because I really wanted to get an outsider's opinion on it all. Well, about twenty minutes later Manhattan comes in and we were talking about something else. However, Manhattan asked about one of my friends and why I was seeing her because she is supposed to be at college. Noodles informed Manhattan that my friend had decided that the four year college that she was planning on going to didn't fit so (before she even started) she decided to go to a local two year school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan went off, saying how she thought that my friend was smart so why was she at that two year school, and how her parents would kill her if she even thought the name of the school. I wanted to yell at her. I mean, yeah, some people go there because they can't get in other places, but hey, they are at least going to school. It's not only there for that purpose though. Noodles was shocked at how judgemental Manhattan was about it. Noodles didn't say anything about the conversation we just had, and neither did I. It was just really sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-2761299714484322368?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/2761299714484322368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=2761299714484322368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2761299714484322368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2761299714484322368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoa-judge-much.html' title='Whoa, Judge much?'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496190857768864752.post-2619543740170334342</id><published>2008-09-11T18:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:46:30.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On this day...</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to Better in Time by Leona Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is September 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008.  Seven years ago, tragedy struck the nation.  Thousands of people died, but millions were effected.  Our country shook, but stayed standing.  I am proud to call myself an American.  I thank everyone who sent money to 9/11 charities.  I thank, most of all, the brave men and women who helped New York heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: {*}  (&lt;-kisses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496190857768864752-2619543740170334342?l=soul-of-ink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/feeds/2619543740170334342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496190857768864752&amp;postID=2619543740170334342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2619543740170334342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496190857768864752/posts/default/2619543740170334342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-of-ink.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-this-day.html' title='On this day...'/><author><name>Soul Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05904560707870238986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yRigt1SFr-k/SA553paM7-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/to2JHoL6xc8/S220/soul.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
