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            <title>There is a way to predict the outcome of people like you. (Or me.)</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[I'm never going to be perfect, and it's high time I stopped trying.<br />I will never, ever, EVER be the kid who can get called on in math class and answer the questions perfectly. I probably won't answer the question at all, actually,<br />I won't always look perfect. Hell, half the time, I probably won't even look good.<br />I will never be a size zero. (Thank god, if my hips were that small I would have no figure.) <br />I will always have a bit of extra weight on me. <br />I will always be less pretty than some girls. Than most girls, arguably. <br />I'm never going to be one of those girls who looks pretty when she cries.<br />I'm never going to be one of those girls who can arrive at school with her hair one way, in perfect order and never have to glance in a mirror to know it looks good.<br />I'm never going to be one of those girls that have boys after her.<br />I'm never going to be one of those girls who have the courage to say what they're thinking all the time, because I don't have the confidence to back up my courage. I'm too afraid of my peers, and I'm too afraid of being judged. <br /><br />However...<br />I will always be one of those girls that can never stop dreaming and imagining. <br />I will always be one of those girls who will give you the answers to the English homework... Because I've had it done since the day it was assigned.<br />I will always be strong.<br />I will never, (ahem, from this day forth) let people get in the way of how I feel about myself.<br />Okay, never is a bit much. I will TRY not to ever let people get in the way of how I feel about myself. <br />I'm going to be one of those people that feels awkward in most situations. (At least until I pass through these silly teen years...) I feel awkward in my body. I feel awkward with my personality. <br />But, in being so awkward, I'm learning. <br />I will never stop learning.<br />I will always love and cherish the Harry Potter series. (This is a vow.)<br />I'm going to be one of those girls who loves things to an obsessive extent. <br />I will always love music that helps me. <br />Books will be my life. <br />I am always going to love my friends in a completely familial way, to the point where they're more like my relatives than my relatives are. <br />I will never stop being grateful for the people in my life.<br />I will always end up making my inspirational speeches and revelations  sound corny. <br />My lists about myself and my life will almost always be disorganized, confusing and slightly out of order.<br />Always.]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2010 19:16:37 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>HARRY.FREAKIN.POTTER.</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[I am feeling love that just kind of give me chills all over the place. This is crazzyyyy. My life is soon to be so full of things I love! Okay, specifically one thing I love, which is Harry Potter. There are three extremely exciting Harry-Potter related things happening in my life soon. I think I'm feeling very contemplative but also super duper high on life, which is generally not a good combination. The life high is due to said Harry Potter excitement. The contemplative mood is due to Sea Wolf. So much beauty and love. I just love right now. <br /><br />OKAY. So the Harry Potter related events:<br /><br />1. My birthday is in April. My lovely father has agreed to pay for half of a trip to Orlando. Know what's in Orlando? FUCKING UNIVERSAL STUDIOS WIZARDING WORLD OF HARRY POTTER. I have been waiting to go to this for at least three years. (It was announced it 2007. ;))<br /><br />2. The Harry Potter Exhibition is hitting my city! (Or, a city I live in/ nearby anyway.) I have tickets. OCTOBER. <br /><br />3. Deathly Hallows comes out in exactly 97 days. <br /><br />Happiness can be found in the strangest of places, can't it? <br /><br />Peace, love, and Harry. <3]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 00:36:51 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>Nerdery and Cabaret</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[I simply cannot contain myself. Today was overall pretty laid back, I read Goblet of Fire, went outside a bit. Nothing largely exciting. So, once I finished Goblet of Fire, I decided to browse around the internet (for Harry Potter related things, of course.) Now, imagine my surprise when I discovered, (on the Wikipedia page for Harry Potter related legal disputes) an independently authored Harry Potter sequel. Online. 3 of them, all of about Harry's son, James. Not dissimilar to Fanfiction, I realize. However, these stories are all available for download! Of course, perhaps my excitement was just a placebo. What if these stories were terribly written and did a great dishonor to the Harry Potter series? So I ventured into one of them. For a fan story- This author is pretty fucking amazing. Being the nerdy fangirl that I am, I decided to share this with a bunch of nonexistent readers of my blog. Love you guys! You're the best. *sigh* I digress. I'll add a link to the page where these stories can be downloaded on my links page. Oh! And if you live in the same general place as I do, please come see Cabaret. We opened last weekend. Here's a link to that: <a href="http://ovationmtb.com/listings15559.asp">http://ovationmtb.com/listings15559.asp</a> <br /><br />Much love from an overly excited Harry Potter fangirl.]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 21:11:25 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>'Tis Wonderful, 'Tis Marvelous.</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[(Ehem... Author's Note:  I feel as though I'm writing and rambling for the sake of writing and rambling. But I did make a commitment to myself that I would begin to actually blog. So here's the blogging.)<br /><br />Oh, the beauty of time. I don't think it heals all wounds; But it certainly does numb them, or perhaps even partially heal them. And to think that just a few weeks ago, I was contemplating how awful life was. For what feels like the first time in a long while, though, I can honestly say I am happy. Just generally content. I have four people in my life who I feel really concrete with, and who I'm always excited to see. Just their general existence and company is plenty to make my day, and they're all so inspiring and eccentric. I learn more spending a day with them then I would with a day of reading or researching. Music, too. Music has helped a tremendous amount, and I feel rather ridiculous saying that it has healing powers.. But I'm now of the opinion that (the right kind of) music heals quite a bit. I found hobbies, I began to spend time with and trust my friends, I distanced myself from the people that were hurting me... And now I feel like I'm ready to just go. Reconnecting with old friends has seriously provided me the most joy out of anything, too, so I feel as thought that four will grow to five or six in just a matter of days. I'm happy with life, and I'm happy with people. I've discovered more about myself and the world around me in the past month than I ever have before, I think. I am so incredibly lucky to be alive and to be liked and have the friends that I have, though. I wouldn't give them up for anything.]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jul 2010 00:18:49 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>Powerful things.</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[There is an astronomical difference between the beginning of a relationship and the end of one. I never fathomed that one person could change so much about my life. I never knew that abruptly having that person leave my life would cause more pain than struggling with that person, either. Even after two months, I'm still feeling the after-effects, though maybe to a lesser extent. Things are getting better, for the most part. I've found that my healing process is comparable to falling down on roller skates and getting huge bruises and cuts. It's sort of as though you fell once, really hard, (the break-up) and the wound was numb for awhile. Then, you fell again, and the wound started bleeding profusely, for a couple of days. Then you decided to stay off of skates for a period of time, in order to allow yourself to heal. But THEN you got back on the roller skates and ran into a tree, (I actually did that, but I was trying to make that tree stand for a bump in the healing process, like stumbling upon an old picture or an old gift) and the wound  suddenly bursts open, spurting blood all over the place. Right now, mine is scabbing over, and hopefully I'll be able to let it heal completely. Of course, there are times when it twinges quite a bit, but I know that if I keep breathing and dealing, it will stop hurting. Or maybe it won't ever completely stop hurting, but I know for a fact that the pain will diminish little by little. Time will tell, of course, and I've found great solace in certain music and literature. (And there are a few individuals I owe a lot to, as well.) I'm going to keep going, and I'm going to utilize what tools I have available to me to make this summer count, no matter how much I may dislike the lack of school. I don't agree that time heals all wounds, but I do believe that the combination of music (thank you Kristina) and real, true friends have a lot more power than a ticking clock ever will.]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 22:00:50 -0700</pubDate>
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            <title>Life: A blog entry.</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[(Note: The following is a string of not really inter-connected thought. Proceed at your own risk.) <br /><br /><br />Life.<br />Life seems to be made up of problems lately, therefore making life itself one giant predicament. <br /><br /><br /> I am insignificant in comparison to the rest of the world, to the rest of the universe. What is my purpose here? Do I have a purpose? Does anyone, really? What is life? What do we do? What does anything that is alive do? We live. We accomplish, we love, we work, we strive. But for what? Overall, what is the purpose of life at all? One may answer, "To attain happiness." Why, though? "Because we want to be happy.." Why do we want to be happy? Why do we even want to be alive? What is this overall purpose? Many, many people have exhausted themselves over this. What is the purpose of human existence? Of any existence, really? To thrive... To live.. To build, to work, to love. To create. <br />Creation. <br />Art.<br />Beauty.<br />I see a work of art. Be it a painting, a photograph, or even a play or literature. <br />It appeals to my eye, I call it beautiful. Why do I do so? I have now reached a point where I acknowledge the beauty in something, and move on. These things used to impact me. Works of art used to heavily impact me. But now, everything seems almost bland. Why is this? Could it be because of constant theorization? (And is it ironic that I'm theorizing about the potential negative effects of theorization?) <br />Are rushes of adrenaline, those wonderful feelings where the world spins by so fast and every little thing seems totally enlightened  true living?<br />I'm not sure if I agree. <br />There have been times in my life where everything seems to fit, every little piece falls into place, and the world seems so beautiful. <br />Those, however, are just days. <br />Days are brief.<br />I want my entire life to feel that way. I want to stop dwelling on why I'm alive, and to just start living.<br />Here's where this whole situation gets really complicated.<br />I am young. <br />I am still in school.<br />I have no way to start my life until I finish High School, not to mention College. <br />College.<br />I know where I want to go. <br />I've been working towards it ever since my discovery of Liberal Arts schools.<br />I can study the three things I want.<br />Why do I want them, though? What is this driving force, the voice in the back of my head that says "Keep going, you want to get into college. Keep going, you can do better than that." All for this one aspiration. <br />To get into a (specific) Liberal Arts school. <br />Now, I am one example of many, many people who are going through the same thing as I. <br />Perhaps their thoughts are more intelligent and organized than mine. <br />But we share similar thoughts all the same. <br />I take comfort in knowing that I am not the only one. <br />It would be ridiculous, self-centered and uneducated of me to think otherwise. <br />I think that part of what keeps me going every day is the knowledge that, no matter what, I am not alone. <br />I know that there are (many) other people in the world dwelling on this subject.( The purpose of life, that is.)<br />Many of the documented conclusions have been so seemingly simple, they're complex. <br /><br />My conclusion seemed to be the same as theirs.<br />Happiness.<br />Now, that's very multi-faceted and multi-layered.<br /> A very wise friend of mine once said "The means by which you attain happiness are just as important as the happiness itself."<br />I agree with him.<br />In order to attain happiness, one must go through processes.<br />In my opinion, happiness can be achieved with the following:<br /><br />Knowledge. We never, ever stop learning. In my opinion, everything we do is a learning process. We can reach a point of happiness and satisfaction with life if we are not adverse to learning new things, always. <br /><br />Dreams. Or, aspirations, more accurately. We must have things to shoot for. If we can dream, perhaps we can achieve. If we achieve, then we can be happy. <br /><br />Success. If we dream, then, if we succeed in our endeavors, in the things we've dreamed, how could we not be happy?<br /><br /><br /><br />Love. Without love, then I truly feel that there is nothing to live for. I can find love in many places. I find love in beauty, I recall. <br />Ah! This must be why I find things beautiful, then. I can associate love with these things, these pieces of art that I find beautiful, and then I can realize why I am alive.<br /><br />In applying these principles, I can truly determine why I live. Just because I cannot change the world completely, maybe, with my dreams, success, love and knowledge, I can change a few lives, including my own. Maybe it's selfish of me to even think, but after all, isn't the purpose of living to attain personal happiness? <br /><br />Now, I thought I was finished. I thought I had completed my thought process, and I was fairly satisfied with my conclusion.<br />However, (starting to think about revisions) I said "Oh, wait, perhaps this isn't done!"<br />And my dear,wise, intelligent and insightful love remarked "Will it ever be?" <br /><br />The answer is no. These are thoughts I will carry with me for my entire life. For the days when I cannot find a distinct purpose in life, these points, concepts and ideas will remind me of how to do so. <br />I hope that somewhere, in my musings, they have done the same for you.]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 21:49:27 -0800</pubDate>
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