<?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-34808251</id><updated>2011-08-18T01:08:31.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Interesting</title><subtitle type='html'>Experiences and opionions of my life that may help yours.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-117319706491242981</id><published>2007-03-06T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:04:24.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't written in awhile! Well today I've got a few things on my mind so I thought I'd let them go. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend wants to get a piercing on his face and although I've tried to tell him why I don't want him to get it he still doesn't understand, so I'm hoping he'll read my blog and understand my reasoning a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first off he loves to hunt, listen to county music and play the acoustic guitar. That's what I fell in love with. I fell in love with an untouched face that's handsomely "scruffy" at times. I fell in love with camo bibbs, deer hanging from a tree and him right beside it with a big manley grin of pride. I fell in love with him knowing id be alone during hunting season, and I am more than ok with that! What I didn't fall in love with is a piercing on his lip and wherever else, that's not who he really is. He likes the bad as* image that would give him. I just want him to see that he is more than perfect the way he is. His face is gorgeous, broad jaw line, compelling eyes, soft lips and skin. He is absolutely perfect and I don't see a need for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this I love you, and even if I don't like what you will decide, I will support it because it makes you happy, and that's all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-117319706491242981?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/117319706491242981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=117319706491242981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/117319706491242981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/117319706491242981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2007/03/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116896836224545163</id><published>2007-01-16T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T09:26:02.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being 18. . not any different.</title><content type='html'>I just turned 18 yesterday. I can now buy ciggaretts, porn, scratch offs and lotto tickets, get a credit card and a tattoo. Its too bad i don't smoke, need porn or lotto  tickets. Being 18 is supposed to be exciting but its not all that great, just another year.  There should be something exciting that you can do, like get a check  to travel to some exotic place or explore the country. Go sky diving or something. Get out of school an hour or two early. something. . anything exciting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116896836224545163?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116896836224545163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116896836224545163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116896836224545163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116896836224545163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2007/01/being-18-not-any-different.html' title='Being 18. . not any different.'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116827715561670425</id><published>2007-01-08T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T09:25:55.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priority</title><content type='html'>an original poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American teens. . .&lt;br /&gt;     working for their "rite of passage"&lt;br /&gt;Flipping burgers at the local burger joint&lt;br /&gt; in hopes of purchasing cars, cell phones and IPODs. . .&lt;br /&gt;While parents hope they learn the value of money and valuable career lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low expectations and tired students&lt;br /&gt;     frustrated and failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money Management. . &lt;br /&gt;     Burden, Failure. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's no wonder that students from Asia and Europe outperform American students: THEIR parents their priorities on EDUCATION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116827715561670425?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116827715561670425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116827715561670425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116827715561670425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116827715561670425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2007/01/priority.html' title='Priority'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116775898443568077</id><published>2007-01-02T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:29:44.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Everyone is guilty of making some kind of new years resolution. What have your past resolutions been and what was your resolution this year? &lt;br /&gt;To be honest I don't know what my past resolutions were but this year I have a few. This year I hope to put enough money in the bank to be financially secure for the first few months of college. But a more exciting resolution of mine is to do a few things I haven't done yet. For instance im scared of hights but i've always wanted to go on a hot air ballon ride, i want to see and do some other things too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116775898443568077?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116775898443568077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116775898443568077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116775898443568077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116775898443568077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116671719918457058</id><published>2006-12-21T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:06:39.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming</title><content type='html'>It's almost Christmas and there is no snow!!! My boyfriend thought I was crazy when we were talking about Christmas because I almost started crying because there is no snow. Christmas isn't the same without snow. A white Christmas is what I'm used too, it has this beauty about it. There's nothing like waking up on Christmas and seeing all the gifts under the tree and after opening them all, going outside to play in the snow. It's just magical, but this year it just doesn't seem like Christmas. What do you think about not having snow on Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116671719918457058?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116671719918457058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116671719918457058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116671719918457058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116671719918457058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/12/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116585869718848591</id><published>2006-12-11T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:52:04.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind for 65 years, now 'new life and light'--The Buffalo news</title><content type='html'>This was an artical in The Buffalo News on December 10, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.buffalonews.com/editorial/20061210/1056507.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This artical is about a 65 year old woman who had been blind her whole life yet was able to raise 12 children with the help of her loving husband who recently passed away in march 2004. She recieved her cornial transplant after his death and has seen the world clearly for the first time at age 65. she says that if her family and friends hadn't have treated her as though she was normal she would have been a shell. It was their confidence in her that gave her the strength and courage to continue life independantly after childhood. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot even begin to imagine what life would be like if i were blind, neither would i want too, but for a woman to go through life accepting help only when she needed it and forcing herself to figure the rest out on her own seems amazing. And when she finally gets sight at age 65, she is so greatful and finally gets to see her children. That must truely be amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116585869718848591?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116585869718848591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116585869718848591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116585869718848591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116585869718848591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/12/blind-for-65-years-now-new-life-and.html' title='Blind for 65 years, now &apos;new life and light&apos;--The Buffalo news'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116499349207724868</id><published>2006-12-01T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T09:16:16.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday, November 29, 2006&lt;br /&gt;For Andrea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you go thru life and there are things that are more than a "bump in the road." I'm just recently getting my life back together from boyfriend troubles, life troubles, family troubles..and just troubles in general. I would like to say that I realized I only have a few good friends. One of them happens to be Andrea Butcher! Even though i've gone to her house crying or picked her up 1 A.M. because i needed to drive and get some sense knocked into me or just called her to tell her anything good or bad, she's always listened and made my day better. That's a TRUE Best Friend. She takes me shopping and doesn't care when i go the wrong way on the thru-way or doesn't care that i say the stupidest things sometimes. she's always there when i need her - from nights with friends, to boy troubles or good things to share, she's always there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for evertying Andrea! I love you Best Friend!&lt;br /&gt;posted by Mandee @ 9:56:00 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---This is something that one of my close friends wrote about me recently. It made me feel like although it may be little, I have made an impression on the lives of those around me. I like being the person that mandee looks up to because it makes me feel like I've accomplised something, without even trying. I don't tell her things just to make her feel better, I tell her the truth, and that although it may hurt now, telling her the truth will help her make the right desicion in whatever she is facing. We're not only there for eachother when we have things to talk about but we have alot of fun together, just hanging out with friends. Thank you mandee for being there for me as well. I appricate it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116499349207724868?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116499349207724868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116499349207724868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116499349207724868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116499349207724868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/12/wednesday-november-29-2006-for-andrea.html' title=''/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116490332943183380</id><published>2006-11-30T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:53:23.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Traditions</title><content type='html'>Every year my family puts up a Christmas tree and every year we decorate it together. Last night my family put up the tree and I couldn't help but think about past holidays. I miss the magic of Christmas, how when you were young and got that warm feeling that something great was going to happen whether Santa brought you exactly what you wanted or not. The looking up at the Christmas tree and feeling so little and so excited. Yesterday I looked at the tree and felt so big, like I was too old for the magic of Christmas. Christmas now is still great but for different reasons, it used to be great because it was full of magic and wonder, now its great because its one of the few times that the whole family gets together and has a good time. Either way I can't wait for Christmas. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116490332943183380?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116490332943183380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116490332943183380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116490332943183380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116490332943183380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/11/holiday-traditions.html' title='Holiday Traditions'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116480873552105647</id><published>2006-11-29T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T06:01:44.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><content type='html'>The break is finally over! Well it has been over for a few days now but I haven't had the opportunity to write. My boyfriend is amazed that I gave him a second chance. Our relationship is just like it used to be, when we first started dating. We were completely in love and absolutely consumed with each other. I loved that, the sweet little notes the constant reminders of his love for me. He finally realized that I don't want material things, all I ask for is his time, I don't want all of it, just the majority. :) Anyway were great now. Have a nice day! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116480873552105647?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116480873552105647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116480873552105647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116480873552105647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116480873552105647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/11/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116369331270106540</id><published>2006-11-16T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:08:32.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prestige</title><content type='html'>This movie although it was pg-13 was amazing. I absolutely loved it! It keeps you guessing while entertaining you. Its about two magicians and their lives. I can't tell you anymore or it'll give it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116369331270106540?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116369331270106540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116369331270106540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116369331270106540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116369331270106540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/11/prestige.html' title='The Prestige'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116360630789533178</id><published>2006-11-15T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:09:31.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaks</title><content type='html'>For every couple that has gone through a time like a break I have some inciteful information for you that is helping me get through mine right now. Here is my situation: my boyfriend decided we would go on a break because he is going through a rough time right now with stress, due to work, debt and me nagging to have time with him. I agreed to a break because I know how it feels to be totally stressed out, and having one less thing on your plate really does make things easier. Depending on your terms of a relationship your break may end your relationship or it will make your relationship that much more worth while. For my relationship I am confident based on our passed experiences our break will only make us appreciate each other more. I view life like a road occasionally there will be bumps and some will be much larger than others, but that only means that if you truly want what lies ahead, then you will work that much harder to get there. That's what I plan to do, work hard to make the one I love over come this stressful time in his life. Working hard does not mean to put pressure on the one you love. You know when you have a death in your family and sometimes having others around really doesn't make things better, being on a break is kind of like that, for the person who initiated the break, they need their own time and space to understand fully what changes they are going through. Let them come to you when they are ready, but re-establish your friendship in the mean time. Don't let them forget what they mean to you. If the love you share is indeed True than all will work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116360630789533178?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116360630789533178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116360630789533178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116360630789533178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116360630789533178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/11/breaks.html' title='Breaks'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116291659590574873</id><published>2006-11-07T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:23:16.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely compelling</title><content type='html'>Today in my college psychology course we took a "Hope" test. The test reveals your hopefullness and drive to get what it is that you hope for. I learned that in the immeadate future I hope to go to Buff State, live in an appartment, get good grades and still have the amazing boyfriend that I have now. I also learned that I am fully capaple and driven to reach my goals (which are ultimately your hopes). &lt;br /&gt;I've also realized that I've been working on reaching these goals before I knew exactly what they were. I have been driven to get grades that I deserve. What I mean is Im not completely upset with earning a bad grade because it is exactly that, EARNED. But any grade motivate me to strive for better. Everyone can always do better, but should not over react when goals are not met. That just gives you drive tward your next achivement.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. . After realizing my goals this past year I've started shoping for things that Ill need when I go to college in the fall, such as dishes, appliences, towels and so on. Today I've realized I'm a planner. I plan ahead even if I don't know exactly what lies infront of me. And if something goes wrong along the way thats ok too, because I know I can work around things and even if it is harder to reach my goal, ultimately it is always within my reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116291659590574873?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116291659590574873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116291659590574873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116291659590574873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116291659590574873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/11/completely-compelling.html' title='Completely compelling'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116282936209055654</id><published>2006-11-06T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:17:51.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas gifts</title><content type='html'>Christmas, as you all know is just around the corner. I Personaly love giving gifts to the ones I love and seeing their faces light up. &lt;br /&gt;    I view Christmas as a time where the family gets together around the coffee table opens gifts, eats food and talks about everything that has happened that year. For my family hunting and the hunting experience is the biggest point of conversation. &lt;br /&gt;    I also see Christmas as a time where I can spoil the ones I love and not get yelled at for spending alot of money. But to me money doesn't matter, you can always make more money but you can never replace that glowing face and beeming smile. I bought my boyfriend a PSP last year and I got the biggest hug and kiss I've ever had and the look on his face was worth every penny. I want that same if not greater reaction this year but I don't know exactly what to get him. I have one idea which I wont say because he might read this, but I would like some suggestions. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116282936209055654?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116282936209055654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116282936209055654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116282936209055654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116282936209055654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-gifts.html' title='Christmas gifts'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116187607443838164</id><published>2006-10-26T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T09:03:08.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it funny</title><content type='html'>It's funny how you know the one you love better than yourself. The facial expressions, the body movements even the look in thier eye. You can tell how they feel without them ever saying anything, even if they're trying to surpress it. What is even more increadable is that one doesn't know that the other alredy knows what is wrong when they ask them. One more thing that i have noticed in my relationship, he thinks he has gotten away with doing something that he thinks i don't approve of, but in reality i know what he's done but chose not to say anything and let him have his moment. Even if it is something that i don't agree with. I know how important it is for men to do something risky and hide it from their girlfriends. It brings them a sense of pride that they can do something and get away with it. But for all the men reading this your girlfriend already knows about that pudding you threw at that car, that time you went 105 down a backroad. Men: your women know all, just be glad they only chose to punish you for the really bad secrets that you've kept. Consider yourself lucky, you could be waist high in crap but instead we cut you slack and only cover your ankles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116187607443838164?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116187607443838164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116187607443838164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116187607443838164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116187607443838164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/10/isnt-it-funny.html' title='Isn&apos;t it funny'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116127392927577640</id><published>2006-10-19T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T09:30:58.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Skins</title><content type='html'>Wow finding something interesting and not covered in half naked women for my blogger skin was quite difficult. What is it with our culture today that promotes sluttiness as beauty? Short skirts, low tops with skinny straps and heels that hiper-extend your legs- thats not beauty. I'm not saying i've never dressed that way, we all are guilty of "faux Beauty". My reasons for dressing that way (when i do) is to dramatically grab the attention of someone close to me. With our bussy scheduals we barly get to see eachother. sure we see eachother in the halls between classes and on most saturdays but the attention we give eachother in those short periods of time is not mearly enough as it should be. so we try to grab there attention with things that should only be worn in a confined area with the one you love, and by wearing those cloths in public your doing something that grabs everyones attention to cause jealousy and make the one your with focus on you. Real beauty is not something that should be purchased, and yeah wearing less cloths at approprite times is sexy but there is a time and place for everything. Beauty is who you are and your ability to express it without fear in being different. True beauty is true confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116127392927577640?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116127392927577640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116127392927577640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116127392927577640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116127392927577640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogger-skins.html' title='Blogger Skins'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116101629995676503</id><published>2006-10-16T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:31:39.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slaughter-house five</title><content type='html'>I am in english12 and we previously started reading Slaughte-rhouse Five. So far the novel is of a different format. Kurt Vonegut decides to tell the audience what the novel is about in the fist few chapters, giving away keys facts such as the climax, where Edgar Durby dies in Dresden. I'm not sure what to conclude from Kurt's plot sharing but it seems to be a sucessful tactic because his book Slaughter-house five is read in twelth grade english classes around the globe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116101629995676503?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116101629995676503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116101629995676503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116101629995676503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116101629995676503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/10/slaughter-house-five.html' title='Slaughter-house five'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-116058455094761701</id><published>2006-10-11T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T09:35:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"War" movies and their effects on war</title><content type='html'>War movies in my opinion do not effect nations desicions to go to war. Movies are so because they provoke emotions in their viewers that are not provoked form everyday situations. In the future "war" movies may provoke nations to go to war with muckraking movies and personal attackes on the falures of governments that do not belong to you. Until then I see no difference in human behavior after watching a "pro-war" movie or an "anti-war" movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-116058455094761701?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/116058455094761701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=116058455094761701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116058455094761701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/116058455094761701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/10/war-movies-and-their-effects-on-war.html' title='&quot;War&quot; movies and their effects on war'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-115885783737609254</id><published>2006-09-21T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:57:17.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>"The art of being wise is knowing what to overlook" - William james&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wisdom comes from learning. Learning comes from experience. Experience comes from life. The accomplishments of your life are what bring you wisdom. Accomplishments are not only successes but your losses as well. Whatever you do, brings you wisdom as long as you learn from each experience. Wisdom is a perpetual cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-115885783737609254?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/115885783737609254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=115885783737609254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/115885783737609254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/115885783737609254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/09/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-115885681644287276</id><published>2006-09-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:42:05.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting rats at the bib county dump</title><content type='html'>This poem was kinda weird. I just like more interesting, deep, poetry. Something that makes you think and takes you to places you cannot go to in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-115885681644287276?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/115885681644287276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=115885681644287276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/115885681644287276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/115885681644287276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/09/shooting-rats-at-bib-county-dump.html' title='Shooting rats at the bib county dump'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34808251.post-115885656799814001</id><published>2006-09-21T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T09:36:08.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Wow, im not good at blogging! its frustrating!!! but alot more fun that regular, borring, average everyday classes. I guess ill get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;     ~ Andrea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34808251-115885656799814001?l=andrea1589.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/feeds/115885656799814001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34808251&amp;postID=115885656799814001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/115885656799814001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34808251/posts/default/115885656799814001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrea1589.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>*Andrea*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02636827423939898250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
