<?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-35766627</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:07:26.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Stop Exploring</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-4126711457401840167</id><published>2009-09-27T11:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:19:06.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All moved in. First full weekend. I love it here. I love living on my own in my own space with the occasional roommate ;) Although in that time I have managed to create a good mess around the apartment I'm glad because it feels lived in. I am still in search of the perfect table and chairs for my kitchen but I know it will happen in time. Plan today....grocery store for stuff to make banana bread and tuna noodle casserole. Then some cleaning and relaxing. Reading of the time travelers wife for the book club. It's a great feeling. I'm starting to feel a sense of belonging. It's been a while since I've felt that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-4126711457401840167?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/4126711457401840167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=4126711457401840167' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4126711457401840167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4126711457401840167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-moved-in.html' title=''/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-5006242843308490465</id><published>2009-09-13T18:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:33:20.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out: Under a week count down</title><content type='html'>It is under a week until I move out on my own. Surprisingly I am still way more excited than nervous. I think that must mean that this is truly the right decision for me. As usual I am inclined to say I will start writing more often but the truth is I just never know when the mood is going to strike. Hopefully time on my hands by myself will lead me to this page more often. But we shall see. My room is slowly becoming empty. At least the walls, they are almost all clear and only a small amount of my stuff is still on the desk and in the book shelves. I think I have about 10 small boxes sitting on my floor. I know people always say that you never know how much stuff you really have until you move. It is so true though. I was wanting to cleanse myself of some of the things I have held onto but it is always harder to do when it's in front of you. I always want to give things one more chance to be part of my world....which ulitimately turns into 2 and then 3 chances and so on. There are a couple big boxes accumulated from life in my closet and a pile of artwork. Those will be takled later today or this week. The good news is as always I have the trusty Gilmore Girls....now I am on season 6 (only 1 and half to go)....I know it's silly but I think I like it so much because I want to be part of their world. So for a short 43 min an episode I can be. The good news is my world is looking more exciting by the day. So much to look forward to and more interesting posts to come...hopefully ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5006242843308490465?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5006242843308490465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5006242843308490465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5006242843308490465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5006242843308490465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2009/09/moving-out-under-week-count-down.html' title='Moving Out: Under a week count down'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6038907874093720698</id><published>2009-08-07T22:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:43:25.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful living</title><content type='html'>Post meltdown on my part, I have decided it might be good to focus on the positive in life more. I believe that this could be a useful tool to help me with that, as I am able to catalog my accomplishments and reference them in times of sorrow. (And believe me there always are times of sorrow, just hoping to make those times a bit more scarce).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per my request my mother and sister joined me at the movies tonight to see Julie and Julia. It was magnificent! The costumes, the sets, the acting, I loved it all. I laughed and laughed and a smile rarely disapeared from my face. The way those women live/lived, independence is important but true love to help you through the rough times and share in the laughs. What a blessing. Crammed in a Queens studio apartment above a pizzeria, in a foreign country being mocked at your lack of cooking skills, it sure makes you feel like you can overcome many things. That's where I am at right now. Reaching for the stars but not so far my mind gets carried away, enjoying life, relishing in the positive for there is so much around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving home and I was looking at the moon I couldn't help but think about when I was younger and the moon was always a thing Ifelt others were looking at at that exact time. In such a big world it was a chance to feel close to others. I read once that someone always thought about how the right person for you could be looking at the moon at the same time as you... for some reason this stuck. Many other things did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm learning lessons I possibly should have learned earlier but it wasn't the right time, I wasn't ready. Do you ever feel that you aren't meant to find things when you are looking for them? I came inside last night to do some push ups on the carpet in the living room and there I was after barely any collapsing with a thud to the floor and breathing heavily when I saw it. My one missing croc that I have been looking for...for quite some time now. My mom says when you start finding things it means you are on the right track in life and I have to say, I sure feel that way. It's an uphill climb with maybe a few plateaus but I know I am ready to  get back to just living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna just be me again. Whoever that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6038907874093720698?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6038907874093720698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6038907874093720698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6038907874093720698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6038907874093720698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughtful-living.html' title='Thoughtful living'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-4853265135353554871</id><published>2009-06-14T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:21:36.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like a Whitney Houston belt out session to get the creative juices flowing.</title><content type='html'>It goes without saying that this blog has been on the back burner for some time now. I'm really hoping that this is the time that it will finally be rejuvinated. I think we could be of use to each other. My explorations feel minimal at this time as for the past 6 weeks I have been spending the majority of my time behind the walls of Paul Fredrick. While this is not my idea of how I would be spending the majority of my time it has allowed me other means of exploration, for you see I can never stop :) or at least I must not. I find it difficult to spend my time not working at a job I am being paid for so I do my best to keep occupied with the work flow but at times it is rather scarse. After awhile of staring at a screen the shirt I am looking at becomes less and less easy to solve. I have to match the color of the actual shirt to the shirt on the screen. At this point I know I need fresh eyes. So here's where the exploring begins. I have become an avid reader of the New York Times. I even check out a few of their blogs on a daily basis.... Bitten, a blog about food, Green Inc, and Paper Cuts to catch up on my contemporary literary knowledge. The last one also informed me that Jeannette Walls, the author of one of my favorite books, The Glass Castle, is writing another book due out in October. Anyways I find myself exploring the world through the internet. Although maybe it's not the ultimate dream I had in mind for myself, it suits the situation. All of this research hopefully helps me to find the path I'd rather be taking. For now I'm going to do my darndest to make the best of this job situation and work on keeping myself happy off the clock as well. In those times of discovery on the interent I will take a moment to come share it with my very few loyal fans who check back every so often just to see if my voice as a writer is anywhere to be found. It's been doing a lot of relaxing lately but now it's about time it comes out of hibernation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-4853265135353554871?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/4853265135353554871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=4853265135353554871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4853265135353554871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4853265135353554871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-like-whitney-houston-belt-out.html' title='Nothing like a Whitney Houston belt out session to get the creative juices flowing.'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-5310746852275366991</id><published>2009-04-30T10:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:54:04.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I moved my room around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was hoping it'd feel like a fresh start. And it does. It also feels like an end. The feelings I've felt within the last couple days were unexpected and sentimental. Throughout this semester I've never felt scared about being thrust into the adult world full of responsiblity where fun often takes a back seat. Probably because I had already been living that life. Mostly. But today it feels like my few things I'm grasping onto in order to feel like this is home are slowly slipping away. Now I'm not saying this is completely a bad thing though because I think it's the change that I need. We all know how much human nature objects to change. It's not natural to feel like things aren't comfortable although in the outcome you will feel that way again or at least a general feeling of happiness. I'm working on making peace with this end and moving forward with my new beginning. It does feel like it all happend so fast. I guess it would help if I keep telling myself that since I got through the horrors of Rome I can get through just about anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5310746852275366991?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5310746852275366991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5310746852275366991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5310746852275366991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5310746852275366991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-5047433314824657940</id><published>2009-04-28T21:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:39:08.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking and Graduation</title><content type='html'>Today I have completed my college education. I have not walked yet or recieved my diploma but the work is done. I am excited, relieved, exhausted, tired of sneezing from the crazy blooming around the town. So many emotions and feeling like I should be doing something to celebrate. The parents just returned from Italy and as I type are drifting into dreamland. I decided to celebrate on my own but beginning season 4 of Gilmore Girls. As previously mentioned (I believe) I am working my way through the 7 seasons of my favorite world to revisit again and again. This episode I am about to watch contains the return of the GGs to the US after backpacking through Europe in celebration of Rory's graduation from high school. It seems only apropriate to watch as I am looking for a celebration myself. So in finding myself stumbling around the web I ran into this article.... &lt;a href="http://www.good.is/post/walking-the-walk/?gt1=48001"&gt;http://www.good.is/post/walking-the-walk/?gt1=48001&lt;/a&gt;  it is about people who walked across the country. Most of them for a cause but how perfect is it that 2 of the main factors of the episode happen to intertwine with the real world. So off I am to Stars Hallow CT, with maybe a little Rome scrap booking on the side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5047433314824657940?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5047433314824657940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5047433314824657940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5047433314824657940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5047433314824657940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2009/04/walking-and-graduation.html' title='Walking and Graduation'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-858413125752905215</id><published>2009-04-10T19:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:23:45.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Tub Thoughts</title><content type='html'>As the buds appear on my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;silhouette&lt;/span&gt; against the sky it feels like the clouds in the distance are soon to part. My thoughts are calm but many. The world seems as if I'm looking at it with fresh eyes.  Perhaps that's what it is because that is in fact what I am doing. It has been a long time since I've felt this strong. My mother always told me that she found I changed a lot with in the months before my birthday. I don't know if that is true this year but my outlook on life certainly has. The positivity spark I've been missing has been found again and I feel lighter and happier than I have in almost a year. The joy I find in little things is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a squirrel scrambles down the tree to my right, to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suet&lt;/span&gt; he craves even after he's devoured the entire thing. Leaving none for the birds. I stare straight at him and shaking my head I say, " Don't even think about it." It stops him dead in his tracks. He seems to think that although our eyes are locked I cannot see him because he is still. " Turn around," I say and he scurries back up the tree. He pops his head out a few feet up, "I can still see you." The head retreats and a few seconds later he appears many feet above on a large branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I stare out across the yard and through the trees that in a matter of weeks times will have leaves on them. The feeling will change but it will be welcome after the months of frozen forest world.  Off in the distance the birds have already begun to sing their songs. I envision myself doing yoga on the back deck as the wind blows through the trees. It's my favorite place here. I can't wait for that again.  I find myself composing the lines of a story and realize after the cold winter months, it is time again that I write my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-858413125752905215?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/858413125752905215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=858413125752905215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/858413125752905215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/858413125752905215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-tub-thoughts.html' title='Hot Tub Thoughts'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-7650988117466364236</id><published>2009-01-19T09:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:47:47.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again it's been a bit since I've written but there have been some other things that were a bit more important than dissing my thoughts and life out on here. I started the semester last week with a bang. While I'm excited for some of my classes it's busy. When I'm not in class I'm at work, driving or eating before I pass out from exhaustion. It makes an interesting time though. I put so much time into my work while I was in Rome...nothing else to really do during the week. I had forgotten how nice that was. So with this busy time it makes it difficult to find time to hang out with people. I'm sure it will get easier. I'm working really hard on focusing on now. I like my mother love to have something to look forward to and I thin I need to find joy in looking forward to smaller things in the closer future. Graduation will come too soon and I will have to be too much of an adult than I would like to be. I know it's the right thing to do in these times but I can't help thinking something will be missing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok getting a little too into that thought. I have to get myself together now. A long overdue shower needs to be taken and I gotta get some stuff together to give to the goodwill, figure out what I want to do with my photo life this semester and maybe if I'm lucky find a coat rack to continue with the constant organization of my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7650988117466364236?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7650988117466364236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7650988117466364236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7650988117466364236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7650988117466364236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2009/01/once-again-its-been-bit-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-8354774307660531288</id><published>2009-01-04T01:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:28:22.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back....2009 style</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a long time since writing last. But to be honest there has not been a place for this in my life recently. My thoughts were too much my own to share. I spent a wonderfully challenging 3 and a half months in Rome, Italy. I overcame more than I ever thought I could and I grew a lot in directions I was not expecting to. Life has a funny way of throwing things at you that had nothing to do with expectations. "Here see how you can handle this one" Sometimes that's what it feels like. As I start this new year I want to start writing more....although maybe not always on here. I think it is important that I get my thoughts out, because as some of you may know...my thoughts are not always clear to even me. They take some coaxing out. I am looking to this year to challenge myself to continue to grow in ways I know I have been slowing branching out towards in my mind and turning those thoughts into actions. Since I have been back I have been very busy. I had a lot of catching up to do. The strange thing is it felt like I was stuck a little bit. I spent these last few months learning more than I think I have ever learned in such a short span. I ventured out into areas of an ancient city that were not so ancient anymore and some places that retained that magical quality. I want to explore the world around me here in the way that I did Rome. Now this might be a bit difficult considering many of my explorations were planned by informed practically natives of the city but none the less this is the challenge I propose to myself. In a very short time things will be picking up tremendously only to consume many of my creative thoughts as they typically do but I will fight them to keep myself here. I know that I must live here indefinitely because of financial stability and for that I must make the best of it. I think I've lost some of my positivity and adopted a bit of some bugs outlook and I would like to help that bug get to a place I remember so fondly but seldom remember to think about. Thinking this way saves me and I think it could save this bug too. So here is to a beginning of the next chapter....bring it on. I know it won't be easy but that does not mean it cannot be moved through with a smile and some chocolate and other good things too. I guess this means officially....I'M BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8354774307660531288?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8354774307660531288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8354774307660531288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8354774307660531288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8354774307660531288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back2009-style.html' title='I&apos;m back....2009 style'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-7861156962551247755</id><published>2008-10-05T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:55:57.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been slacking..I know. But I figured what a better time to write than when you are putting off homework. So here's an update on what happens around the city of Roma. I wake up rather early every weekday except friday and im gone from the apartment usually from 8-7 depending on whether i stay and work in the darkroom or have talk or am going to gallery openings. Classes are mostly great except a few. I'm severely struggling in Italian which I should be studying for now. I'm not so great at languages though but I am trying really hard. We've been in galleries, museums and exhibitions all over the city. It's a fun city. At the moment I'm feeling kinda sick. Most everyone in the program has been sick so far and I guess it's about time. So I went on a walk around areas of the city with liana and michael today then made my way home while they went to the studio to recover before the family comes next weekend. I cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7861156962551247755?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7861156962551247755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7861156962551247755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7861156962551247755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7861156962551247755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-slacking.html' title=''/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-3187690986522834099</id><published>2008-09-14T11:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:22:18.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14 miles</title><content type='html'>14 miles. That's how far I walked today. 14 miles around the ancient walls of Rome. 8 hours. 2 short breaks. Hills and down hills and rainstorms. It was long. In the end I signed a piece of paper to signify my accomplishment and grabbed my free fanta and headed to the packed metro...where still I was unable to sit down. My legs hurt more that they ever did even after two soccer games in one day. Although the truth is that pain is so distant now it could have possibly hurt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the end of week two here. It's been busy and only to get busier. But this is a good thing because it will make time pass and fill it with fun experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.... a hot bed and relaxation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-3187690986522834099?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/3187690986522834099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=3187690986522834099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3187690986522834099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3187690986522834099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/09/14-miles.html' title='14 miles'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-8083277998929510717</id><published>2008-09-09T15:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:10:11.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One word at a time.</title><content type='html'>I know all my loving fans are dying for a new post, pictures included, but the sad truth is that this computer will not read my external hardrive. So I'll have to bring my laptop in sometime, but the issue with that is that I don't have a bag to carry it in....just full of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short update though:&lt;br /&gt;Classes started this week. They are small...only 6 in my photo class. A welcome change from Kutztown.&lt;br /&gt;My Italian professor only speaks to us in Italian and it's the most exhausting hour of my day.&lt;br /&gt;It feels much more comfortable here. Riding the metro, the bus and walking don't seem like a huge deal.&lt;br /&gt;It's still difficult at times but I'm trying to remain positive and get the most out of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;Off to catch a bus and stop at a pizza shop for dinner with Liana.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8083277998929510717?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8083277998929510717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8083277998929510717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8083277998929510717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8083277998929510717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-word-at-time.html' title='One word at a time.'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-2861213092834664230</id><published>2008-09-08T06:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T06:17:20.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just another manic monday</title><content type='html'>First week of Rome completed. It's starting to feel more comfortable here. I get homesick often but I'm so busy most of the time it goes away quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first day of classes. I don't start till 2. So I'm spending my time around the apartment. Our tv should be fixed at some point today and then I can learn some Italian through watching it. For now I'm just trucking along. I made myself eggs on the evil stove. It's a gas stove and I burn myself every single time I use it. There was a woman in here cleaning earlier and another came in to fix our curtain because it wouldn't close. They are such nice little ladies. Always saying Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking good thoughts for my mom and her week alone with the pups.&lt;br /&gt;And for Denis as he's turning things around so he can prove people wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And for dad in China.&lt;br /&gt;And for Lin in California...it's always a struggle with the crazy family she's surrounded by, but you gotta love um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more at school and post some pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2861213092834664230?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2861213092834664230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2861213092834664230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2861213092834664230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2861213092834664230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='just another manic monday'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-5171628553695824993</id><published>2008-09-03T03:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T04:22:02.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First few days in Rome</title><content type='html'>This seems to be all the photos my finicky internet will allow me to add for now. They are only around the apartment and not the greatest things since I sort of just quickly took them when we got here. I'll take more and better one's soon. Maybe of the cool yellow gate that surrounds the windows and door to the patio. I'm not gonna sugar coat this because it is definitely harder than anything I've done but I will say I'm trying to just take it a day at a time so as to not overwhelm myself. As I type the Italian maids are in my apartment...a little awkward since I don't know how long they will be here and if they plan on taking the sheets I am currently sitting on. Anyways so here's the tour in short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5FqOv19kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/37nVXcq60WU/s1600-h/Rome+September+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5FqOv19kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/37nVXcq60WU/s320/Rome+September+08+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241703608121423426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Liana on our very uncomfortable couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5EfT9PESI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xlyW9G4fX5A/s1600-h/Rome+September+08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5EfT9PESI/AAAAAAAAAJU/xlyW9G4fX5A/s320/Rome+September+08+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241702321029583138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bathroom with cute designs on the tiles. Note  the little button way above to toilet to flush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5EKlbJVDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/f0rk-hRCIhU/s1600-h/Rome+September+08+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5EKlbJVDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/f0rk-hRCIhU/s320/Rome+September+08+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241701964941186098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what she was doing here.  Side note I think the neighbors are playing opera. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that's the small kitchen, there is a door to close it on the left there...in case you don't want anyone to see your dirty dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5Du19m0zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_GSo8_N8Ox0/s1600-h/Rome+September+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5Du19m0zI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_GSo8_N8Ox0/s320/Rome+September+08+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241701488344355634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is across from the couch. Small tv. Little round table. Nice little hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5DmSYqZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/UHURyJ9tOUM/s1600-h/Rome+September+08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5DmSYqZ8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/UHURyJ9tOUM/s320/Rome+September+08+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241701341355206594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where Liana and I sleep. Small uncomfortable beds but it will do. We are pretty much unpacked and amazed that it all fits here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later....&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5171628553695824993?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5171628553695824993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5171628553695824993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5171628553695824993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5171628553695824993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-few-days-in-rome.html' title='First few days in Rome'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SL5FqOv19kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/37nVXcq60WU/s72-c/Rome+September+08+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-6849834440679861007</id><published>2008-08-28T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:36:01.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Limbo</title><content type='html'>It's a strange place being on the edge of a life changing adventure and stuck waiting for it to happen. I've been driving here and there and everywhere this week trying to pull my mess of a self together. It gets scarier as it gets closer. A talk with my fellow traveler today lifted my spirits and rejuvenated my faith in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there's doubts but they fall quickly behind the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to sleep. Even if you hadn't been snoring in my ear last night I probably still would have been stirring just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank from Post Secret unsettled some dust that tends to find it's place in all the crevasses in my simple thinking brain. It was needed. I needed a reminder of how close we all are and how many struggles we have are shared by strangers all around us. There were some very brave people in that audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss this precious time I've been spending with my mom. I hope she find joy in the things around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm out of brain power. it's been quite a day. hopefully the sleep will come easier tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6849834440679861007?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6849834440679861007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6849834440679861007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6849834440679861007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6849834440679861007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-limbo.html' title='In Limbo'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-306627448460079208</id><published>2008-08-17T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:35:50.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IIIIIIII'm Back!</title><content type='html'>At the request of a certain hot blond from socal I decided to write a long overdue post. I spruced up the page a bit too as you can see... it needed a make over. So as of tomorrow I have exactly 2, count um...2 weeks until my flight to Rome. My emotions are mixed but far from none. This whole thing has caused me many stressful situations and feelings this summer,  which has partly been my reason for the recent intermission. I figure I'll fill you in on the haps in the two weeks preceding as well as my explorations during my stay...pictures included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm extremely nervous for this whole thing. I have so much left to do before leaving. Things to square away and pack and such. Although my insides rarely sit still I am rather excited about this whole adventure as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now..... I'm planning on denying the amount I have to do and escaping into the never ending references to pop culture and witty remarks of the Gilmore Girls...I'm on episode 13 of season 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-306627448460079208?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/306627448460079208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=306627448460079208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/306627448460079208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/306627448460079208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/08/i.html' title='IIIIIIII&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-3284530879797484185</id><published>2008-06-27T17:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:05:34.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>As my week at the beach comes to a conclusion I walked along the shore today to reflect a little. I've been feeling kinda unstable lately and I was definitely in need of this time here. 30 people I I'm related to somehow, constant food, a huge house, beach, a pool, a hot tub and some great conversation and laughs with cousin Debbie. What more to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was out by the ocean reading this Anne Lamott book I occasionally pick up called, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grace Eventually:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoughts on Faith.&lt;/span&gt; It's full of short stories from her life experiences. The story I read the other day was all too appropriate for the week. It was about women and their bodies. She talked of how it took her until she was 40 to appreciate the body she had at 20. She talked about how as you get older you wear more to cover yourself up at the beach and rarely is it found that an older woman can walk confidently in her bikini. She recalled a woman on a beach that should be an inspiration to all. She was a larger woman who seemed unaware of that she was wearing a bikini. The confidence she exuded in her own skin made all those around her envious of that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In walking along the beach today I thought of the conversation I had with my buddy Jackie about how different our bodies were when we carelessly ran for hours in soccer games...sometimes there were up to 6 games a weekend. We talked about how we never thought of ourselves as skinny. Then after losing the muscle from no longer using them made it seem remarkable when we look back on those high school photos and we were those skinny or at least fit girls. So unlike Anne it only took us 3 years to realize what we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked further down the beach...in my bikini might I add... I thought about how I didn't feel uncomfortable. My mom commented on how a young girl running out of the water looked me up and down. I joked that she must have realized she didn't have to be stick skinny to be happy. I walked with all the confidence I usually don't portray with my fire starting thighs, my thick legs, my flabby belly, and arms. And I thought about how no matter how many times I've casually said I would rather my body wasn't the way it is, I'm probably not going to do anything drastic enough to change it. Which ultimately, to me, means I am happy with the way I am and maybe one day I will be like that older woman strutting her stuff in the bikini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-3284530879797484185?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/3284530879797484185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=3284530879797484185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3284530879797484185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3284530879797484185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-5751858462881487262</id><published>2008-06-03T08:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:36:11.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to all of you</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in the office. I should be getting work done like ironing clothes or maybe even setting up a shot but I can't bring myself to do it. As it gets closer to my birthday I can't help but think about how good I have it. I'm so lucky in so many ways. So instead of focusing on the fact that Trumpet just waltzed himself in here and fed me the daily ego boosting story for himself in his gridded knit I'm going to remember that although it is rough to be here sometimes there's a lot of good things going for me here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to  think about:&lt;br /&gt;The humorous rides to and from work with my dad and all his peacock charm.&lt;br /&gt;The boy who dances thriller when he gets a few drinks in him and slow dances looking at me like there's no one else in the room.&lt;br /&gt;The laugh at yourself until you cry moments with one of my favorite photo friends and PF ranting buddy.&lt;br /&gt;My mom. Who although sounding and looking like she should curl up in a ball in her bed (who struggles most being here) gets through everyday still seeming like the strongest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;My sister, who is all grown up. And though we push each other's buttons often we can still find a time to laugh about things our parents do and chat about what's going on in each other's lives.&lt;br /&gt;The roomies who although we haven't been seeing all that much of each other are willing to wander over the my backyard this weekend for the festivities (oh and the food).&lt;br /&gt;To all the other friends around the country who help me get through the stupid shit and remember the import things or just listen to me vent while waiting for our photos to process in the complete dark.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the weather holds up for the bonfire Friday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5751858462881487262?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5751858462881487262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5751858462881487262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5751858462881487262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5751858462881487262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/06/heres-to-all-of-you.html' title='Here&apos;s to all of you'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-2066826547345141425</id><published>2008-05-29T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:12:40.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SD8qKqLAHLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kiF7ldEnCtM/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SD8qKqLAHLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kiF7ldEnCtM/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205926056871074994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this when we were playing house. Thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2066826547345141425?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2066826547345141425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2066826547345141425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2066826547345141425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2066826547345141425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/05/took-this-when-we-were-playing-house.html' title=''/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SD8qKqLAHLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/kiF7ldEnCtM/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-5266249731996612074</id><published>2008-05-21T08:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:02:34.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little drive through the country side</title><content type='html'>I've joined the early morning working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the surprising thing is....it wasn't too painful. I say that now as I'm only an hour into my day... we'll see what happens later. My reasons for doing this were two. One: more hours=more money to spend in Rome. Two: carpooling with dad makes for an interesting morning ride though the country side in an Audi and saves money I would be spending on gas.. which means more money for Rome. But really it will be good for me. I love my sleep but it's not too painful to drag my ass out of bed in the morning like it is for some people i know (cough cough...olive pocket). At least you have made peace with your habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a place to live. One minute the cars are flying by you on the highway and a quick turn to the right and the hills begin to roll and the little red school houses, farm houses and cows pop up out of no where. It's something I never thought I'd say that I like but it is true I do. It reminds me of the simple life we tend to forget about when everything is at your finger tips through globalized communication. It's those moments when I can get in touch with the simple joys of life that I am happiest. These days I spend less time on the computer, less time watching tv....and the next step is to detach my cell phone from my hip...which I'm hoping won't be too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun waking up next to you. I'm sad it's almost over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Memorial Day weekend all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5266249731996612074?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5266249731996612074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5266249731996612074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5266249731996612074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5266249731996612074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-drive-through-country-side.html' title='A little drive through the country side'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6332423704092253872</id><published>2008-05-09T12:01:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:17:30.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where we go our separate ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT3efcbhwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h2fOMOTcwjg/s1600-h/fun+times+at+527+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT3efcbhwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h2fOMOTcwjg/s320/fun+times+at+527+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198551973101274882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT2Q_cbhuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SbeZrRQWEFg/s1600-h/fun+times+at+527+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT2Q_cbhuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/SbeZrRQWEFg/s320/fun+times+at+527+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198550641661413090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT2RPcbhvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eMdzNzeMbxA/s1600-h/fun+times+at+527+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT2RPcbhvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eMdzNzeMbxA/s320/fun+times+at+527+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198550645956380402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT0rvcbhtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TX3367kIAeg/s1600-h/fun+times+at+527+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT0rvcbhtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/TX3367kIAeg/s320/fun+times+at+527+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198548902199658194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT0VfcbhsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZfcpMZfPJD4/s1600-h/P1010188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT0VfcbhsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZfcpMZfPJD4/s320/P1010188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198548519947568834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCTzpvcbhqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sogk9AIZFkw/s1600-h/06+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCTzpvcbhqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sogk9AIZFkw/s320/06+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198547768328292002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCTzRPcbhpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-Smn2of6pEA/s1600-h/P1010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCTzRPcbhpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-Smn2of6pEA/s320/P1010182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198547347421496978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCTmo_cbhnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_L1Ih_Qi9Uk/s1600-h/winter+break+05+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCTmo_cbhnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_L1Ih_Qi9Uk/s320/winter+break+05+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198533461792228978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost three years ago I was lucky enough to meet the three lovely girls above.&lt;br /&gt;A year later Ms. Stephie was introduced to the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCTo6_cbhoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s2j0vtXBT_c/s1600-h/fun+times+at+527+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCTo6_cbhoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/s2j0vtXBT_c/s320/fun+times+at+527+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198535970053129858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been through our fair share of drunken nights together, tears, laugher, and grown a whole lot in that time. They helped me come out of my shell. They helped me become the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey, Jen and Steph graduate tomorrow and begin there lives officially as adults. Stacey has a potential job offer working for a greeting card company that is just her style. Jen has a starting job working with delinquent boys :)  Steph is moving to Boston in the fall to start another grand adventure. And good ole Tannah has another year of school to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all of you girls to know that I've had so much fun with you over these last few years. I hope we keep in touch. You've all been wonderful friends. I'm sorry if in the last few months I haven't been the best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have so many good memories to cherish. That I will remember forever. MWAH to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6332423704092253872?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6332423704092253872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6332423704092253872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6332423704092253872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6332423704092253872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-where-we-go-our-separate-ways.html' title='This is where we go our separate ways'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/SCT3efcbhwI/AAAAAAAAAIc/h2fOMOTcwjg/s72-c/fun+times+at+527+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-5007100626155611463</id><published>2008-04-24T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:13:32.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine :)</title><content type='html'>Tuesday was voting day! I was jazzed from the moment I woke up. The night before I had finally made my decision on who to vote for. Mom and I went to Hope Church (which I found quite appropriate) it was empty and the voting went quickly. We took a photo together before we went I'll post it later. It was a good day. For the day everything was balanced and I even sat through night class with a smile on my face most of the time. That night I came home to an empty house and flipped between CNN, the Flyers game, and American Idol (at the suggestion of my mother, it was Andrew Loyd Webber night).  The Flyers won and my girl Hilary won as well :)&lt;br /&gt;Later I joined a few of the roommates and their friends from work at Snuzzles, it was so fun. I'm definitely making my way there again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to be in this good place right now. As the year comes to an end I can only get exciting about the summer because there are way too many fun things to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5007100626155611463?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5007100626155611463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5007100626155611463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5007100626155611463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5007100626155611463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/04/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine :)'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-1692671768928059800</id><published>2008-04-18T17:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:02:51.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Stare</title><content type='html'>My mommy always told me for as long as I can remember that around my birthday I changed the most every year. For some reason it seems to be true. I think there is something about getting to the end of the school year and moving towards new things that makes it happen. With all the craziness that's gone on in school this year it only makes the summer seem that much brighter. Plus I feel like I have accomplished some work I'm truly proud about. I mean I'm no Ansel Adams but I'm working on that balance of concept and visual greatness that makes something truly great. Who knows if I'll ever get there.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of thinking today about past friendships and even some that have just weakened since the end of high school. It's sad how that happens. But I get excited that I have the opportunity to get a little touch into there new lives through facebook. I was looking through the photo album from one of my bestest friends from high school and I noticed the cell phone in her hand. It sparked an interesting thought. When you around people you get excited about new things they get and you know things about them that others wouldn't know. Just little thinks like the common phrase they always use...that changes as time goes and a better one comes along. So I sat there looking at this photo thinking..."I don't know her anymore." I have a feeling she's grown into the person I hoped she would grow into. She seems much more confident, comfortable with herself, and loving life. I think we were both in similar situations upon graduating. We just needed to bust out of our shells. I sure know I've done that and I believe she has too. I'm looking back on those days fondly and hoping that at some point we can catch up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;After that thought lets just cherish the past, look forward to the future, but live in the moment. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-1692671768928059800?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/1692671768928059800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=1692671768928059800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1692671768928059800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1692671768928059800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/04/stop-and-stare.html' title='Stop and Stare'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6539247331601408959</id><published>2008-03-19T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:33:18.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to suck at keeping this updated but truthfully for the first time in my life pretty much every hour of my day is occupied. I mean I've had busy times but this is insane. Too much. I'm beginning to get overwhelmed. To the point even where I told my photo professor in an individual meeting today. She reacted quite well actually. I expected a kind of 'welcome to adulthood' as my father had said to me the day before but she actually got a convincing concerned look on her face and said 'well, let me know how I can help you get through the semester'. I had previously showed her my portfolio I sent to Temple. After letting her in on the good news today she jumped around a bit and got very excited for me. It was a welcome reaction.&lt;br /&gt;What a week it has already been. I lost my debit card and had them cancel it and send me a new one. Which was much less painless than I thought. Although now I'm stuck doing things the old fashion way and actually making friends with my bank teller. Which truthfully wouldn't be that big of  a problem if the bank hours were not as ridiculously short as they are in this quaint town.  And now being the lazy people avoiding person that I am, I am forced to pay cash at the counter to buy gas instead of simple swiping a card and entering a 4 digit pin. Now I can eat a few more potato chips after burning off those extra few calories making my way to the counter inside.&lt;br /&gt;With the first day of spring around the corner I can only assume that my mood will improve due specifically to the weather because the stress of school work is not slowing down anytime soon. But I hear once these years are over I will miss them. I'll take your word for it wise old owls.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the spring showers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6539247331601408959?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6539247331601408959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6539247331601408959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6539247331601408959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6539247331601408959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-3263464360140312314</id><published>2008-02-27T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:26:30.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snippet from an Email from my Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: purple; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: purple; font-weight: bold;"&gt;how bad it seems today, life does go on, and   it will be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles   four things: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: purple; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and   tangled Christmas tree lights.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: purple; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll miss them when they're gone from your   life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a   'life..'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on   both hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: purple; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You need to be able to throw something back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: purple; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it   will elude you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: purple; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But,  if you focus on your family, your   friends, the needs of others,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5pt;"&gt;   &lt;p class="EC_EC_MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;font-size:130%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Papyrus; color: purple; font-weight: bold;"&gt;your work and doing the very best you can,   happiness will find you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I've learned that whenever I decide  something with an open heart, I usually   make the right decision.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.&lt;br /&gt;  People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly   pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/35766627-3263464360140312314?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/3263464360140312314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=3263464360140312314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3263464360140312314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3263464360140312314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/02/snippet-from-email-from-my-mom.html' title='A Snippet from an Email from my Mom'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-1572366693584293913</id><published>2008-02-20T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:37:49.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Only Happy in the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Expectations. I should never have them and for the most part I don't. Disappointment is always just around the corner. Besides the wonderful lunch I had with my mom today, I've felt very alone and longing for some west coastness. Dunno why. So after seeing The Bucket List tonight and I first I thought I'd write one but then I realized....I already have. About a year or so ago I began writing one. It's long. Today I even added a few more and some of the one's I previously wrote should now be crossed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;TRAVEL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;INDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;AFRICA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GREECE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;AS MANY EUROPEAN COUNTRIES AS POSSIBLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;TIBET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;HONG KONG/TOKYO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;AUSTRALIA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;NEW ZEALAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.25in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Symbol;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;BRITISH &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;COLOMBIA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;ROAD TRIP UP THE WEST COAST-MUST SEE SAN FRANSICO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LIVE IN &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;OREGON&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LIVE IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO ROCK CLIMBING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;HELP BUILD A HOUSE (AGAIN)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LIVE/WORK ON A FARM AND DUDE RANCH FOR A WEEK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LIVE IN A CITY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;PLAY GOLF&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;SWIM WITH DOLPHINS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;WALK &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;DOWN ABBEY ROAD&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO IN A HELICOPTER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO SAILING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;SLAP SOMEONE REALLY HARD ACROSS THE FACE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LEARN HOW TO DRIVE STICK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;RIDE A CAMEL AND AN ELEPHANT&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LEARN ANOTHER LANGUAGE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;DONATE BLOOD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;WATCH THE &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SUNRISE&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; ON A MOUNTAIN AND A BEACH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;ADOPT A BABY/HAVE A BABY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GET A TATTOO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;SEE A TORNADO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO ON A WEEK LONG TRIP TO CHRISTMAS MEADOWS DEDICATED ONLY TO FISHING AND WALK UP TO MY DAD’S &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;LAKE&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO IN A HOT AIR BALLOON&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO PARASAILING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;ATTEMPT TO SNOWBOARD AND SURF&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;SWIM IN A HOT SPRING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;BUY A HYBRID&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;BUY A SMALL TRUCK&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO TO WATCH THE OLYMPICS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LEARN THE RULES OF CURLING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;FIND A JOB THAT I LOVE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;SEE THE NORTHERN LIGHTS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;TAKE SALSA DANCING LESSONS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;TAKE BALLET CLASSES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;TAKE A YOGA CLASS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;HAVE A PHOTO I’VE TAKEN IN A MAGAZINE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LIVE ON A BOAT FOR A MONTH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LEARN HOW TO WATER SKI&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GROW A GARDEN&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LEARN HOW TO PLAY A COMPLETE SONG ON THE PIANO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LIVE IN A &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;SMALL&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;TOWN&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; WHERE I CAN WALK OR RIDE A BIKE TO EVERYTHING I NEED FOR AT LEAST A YEAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LEARN HOW TO MAKE CHOCOLATE SUFFLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;HAVE MY PORTRAIT PAINTED&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;BE AN EXTRA IN A FILM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;FALL DEEPLY IN LOVE—HOPELESSLY AND UNCONDITIONALLY&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;SIT ON A JURY&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;BUY A VERY EXPENSIVE BUT BEAUTIFUL DRESS—RED CARPET WORTHY----AND FIND SOMEWHERE TO WEAR IT TOO&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;PUT TOGETHER A COOKBOOK WITH ALL MY OLD FAMILY RECIPES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;CREATE A TRAVEL GUIDE EQUIPPED WITH MUSIC LIKE THE ONE IN &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;ELIZABETHTOWN&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF THE SPACE NEEDLE(FINALLY)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;EXPERIENCE 24 HOURS OF SUNSHINE AND DARKNESS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;SING AT A KARAOKE BAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;RIDE IN A HORSE DRAWN SLEIGH&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;HAVE MY PALM READ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LEARN TO BLOW GLASS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;SAVE A LIFE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;BE IN A TV SHOW AUDIENCE- TALK SHOW AND SITCOM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO CLUB HOPPING AND DANCE. DANCE. DANCE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GO TO THE TOP OF THE &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;EMPIRE&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;STATE&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;BUILDING&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;PLAY WITH A MONKEY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;SEE THE DALI LAMA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;GROW A &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;SUNFLOWER&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;GARDEN&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;SERENADE SOMEONE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;LEARN MORE ABOUT MY FAMILY’S HISTORY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;TRAIN TO BE APART OF BIKE AND BUILD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;DO MORE CHARITABLE THINGS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;MAKE PEOPLE SMILE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;HUG PEOPLE MORE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;HATE LESS/ JUDGE LESS/ BE LESS FRUSTRATED &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;OWN MY OWN BUSINESS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;ATTEND A PRESIDENTIAL RALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;TAKE A COOKING CLASS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;BAKE AND DECORATE AN AMAZING CAKE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPH A WEDDING&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  I'm definitely a dreamer I know. I'm sure more will be added as time passes and hopefully the same about will be check off. Well that's it for now. I'm gonna do the daily online puzzle and majong because everyone else is out having fun. So this is my replacement. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-1572366693584293913?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/1572366693584293913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=1572366693584293913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1572366693584293913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1572366693584293913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/02/she.html' title='She&apos;s Only Happy in the Sun'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-7319476329915817047</id><published>2008-02-17T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:28:49.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Ramble</title><content type='html'>Lazy Sunday, it's only 10 in the morning and I'm already feeling restless. Maybe it's just the excitement that today isn't the final day of the weekend or maybe it's the fact that I have a list of things to get done before I crawl in bed Monday night. Even when it seems like there's nothing to do there is always something looming in the back of my mind. Like those taxes for two states I have to do. One of which I still haven't received my W2s from. Another day, another time.&lt;br /&gt;As Ellen Degeneres would tell me: Procrastinate Now, Don't Wait.&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Dyed my hair darker again and I think I'm liking in. Don't worry mom it's not black.&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7319476329915817047?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7319476329915817047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7319476329915817047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7319476329915817047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7319476329915817047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-ramble.html' title='Another Ramble'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-8233843580518840353</id><published>2008-02-09T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:46:24.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Joys</title><content type='html'>It's the simple joys in life that get me by.&lt;br /&gt;That phone call from a happy mother in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;A 5 dollar ticket to a hilariously funny liberating Vagina Monologues (Vaginal Chronicals)&lt;br /&gt;A glass of wine around a candle lit table with homemade chips and salsa surrounded by my roomies.&lt;br /&gt;Waffle parties.&lt;br /&gt;Singing and Mario party at 2 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Movie nights and popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;Trips to Barnes and Noble.&lt;br /&gt;Dollar store extravaganzas for fake flowers to put around the house and valentines day gifts.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter from anywhere and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Learning.&lt;br /&gt;Printing photos in the darkroom with someone else who is so excited for the results they jump around.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy weekends even when you know you should be getting other things done.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and on occasion rain as long as you don't have to go out in it much.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs from anyone but especially from boyfriends who will hold you as long as you want to be held.&lt;br /&gt;Genuine smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8233843580518840353?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8233843580518840353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8233843580518840353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8233843580518840353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8233843580518840353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/02/simple-joys.html' title='Simple Joys'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-2824425708958339157</id><published>2008-01-27T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:02:02.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>My thoughts are jumbled&lt;br /&gt;My speech stutters&lt;br /&gt;You turn my insides out&lt;br /&gt;It's the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;and smile&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else seems to matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;You are my every thought&lt;br /&gt;My eyes awake to visions of you&lt;br /&gt;each morning&lt;br /&gt;Each night I dream of only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2824425708958339157?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2824425708958339157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2824425708958339157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2824425708958339157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2824425708958339157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/01/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-7445832240076117853</id><published>2008-01-20T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T10:38:54.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much</title><content type='html'>First week of school under my belt and I'm feeling like I'm going to be incredibly busy this semester. I will be in the dark room or shooting all the time. The truth of the matter is that there is no better way to learn this stuff though. I guarantee there will be breakdowns but I love the fact that there are people to help get me through them. This semester, although looking busy seems to be promising as well. Steph and I are already regular gym goers, which greatly improves my mood because I have a tendency to get frustrated quite often. Yup that's right I said frustrated. It's my word and I'm not looking for a new one. Anyways all I have to remember when this semester gets frustrating is that this summer is going to be filled with too much working and nothing else and then life doesn't seem so bad. I'm lucky that I got that positive outlook, (well for the most part positive) but without it life would seem a lot longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reached this point where I'm 95% sure that after I graduate I'm packing my car and off to the west. I don't think people realize how often I feel like I'm not meant to be here forever. I love the people I'm around but I just know I could never start a life here. Before I leave there are things I want to do though. I want to spend more time in Philly since people seem so attached to it around here. I want to hike in the mountains. I want to go to the shore again since my first trip was different than most adventures there sound. I want to get into NYC more because as much as I could never live there I love to visit. I want to head up north...like all the way to Maine and see what the north east is all about. It would be cool to go to Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;So many things, so little time, so little money.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7445832240076117853?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7445832240076117853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7445832240076117853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7445832240076117853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7445832240076117853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-much.html' title='So Much'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-1213147144675795634</id><published>2007-12-21T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:30:06.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>California here I come</title><content type='html'>Since I leave tomorrow for the loverly west coast! I figured it was time for a blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've been working 8:30-5ish all week and I'm exhausted. It's been fun though. Who could ask for a more fun person to work with. I laugh hysterically all day long. It's cool to have someone just get you. We had a department lunch today (Mexican food...or so the Pa people think) it was one big laugh fest though. Which I have to say was very surprising. It was a nice end to a hard worked week.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even wait to get there. I miss the family and the warmth. The snow has not left the ground here for weeks and just when you think it's gone you get a few more flurries. Hopefully the forecast is right and that rain washes it away for everyone this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;A fun week lies ahead and I'm looking forward to every minute.&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays to my few loyal readers and thanks for reading :)&lt;br /&gt;PS you are always on my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-1213147144675795634?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/1213147144675795634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=1213147144675795634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1213147144675795634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1213147144675795634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/12/california-here-i-come.html' title='California here I come'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-8144174321389214499</id><published>2007-12-16T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:49:10.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ask Don't Tell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/12/13/60minutes/main3615278_page2.shtml"&gt;Don't Ask Don't Tell ~ click this it's interesting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to catch this segment on 60 Minutes today about the military's don't ask don't tell policy regarding gay people. It's always amazing to me to realize how judgmental and close minded some people are. Lesley Stal asked a few questions to Army Major Daniel Davis, his view is that military troops are generally conservative and allowing gays to serve openly would offend them and jeopardize battle effectiveness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think would happen if a unit with a gay person went out into a combat situation?" Stahl asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In my view, men are going to die, units are going to fail that would otherwise not fail, that would otherwise not die," Davis says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't they say exactly the same thing about blacks?" Stahl asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absurd. Since moving to Pennsylvania I've been exposed to a lot more judgmental and people stuck in their ways. I've met many people who say they aren't racist and yet talk about black people in such negative ways. At a party it's common for me to here someone drop the 'n' word. I can't imagine having such hostility toward someone. A couple people have gone as far to tell me 'well that's just how I was raised' and I've definitely heard..'well you just wouldn't understand you aren't from around here'. Which only makes me more open minded and less likely to judge someone by their skin. Although I grew up in a less diverse area than many of these people, I spent a summer working with a quite diverse group and in having lived in numerous areas I've met diverse people and that's what makes life interesting. I get that some of them say it's a certain type of african american that irks them but there's also a certain type of white person that fits into similar categories. But that's just it. You are putting someone in a category that you may have no idea if they fit in. People are diverse and that's the beauty that keeps me going in life. Differences are what make things interesting. Just the fact that we can never stop learning and growing is an intriguing aspect that gets me thinking for days.&lt;br /&gt;And for that matter who would want to stop.&lt;br /&gt;So for this holiday season i wish for everyone reading this to keep growing and learning and eat lots of food :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8144174321389214499?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8144174321389214499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8144174321389214499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8144174321389214499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8144174321389214499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/12/dont-ask-dont-tell.html' title='Don&apos;t Ask Don&apos;t Tell'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-707696468776159378</id><published>2007-12-15T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T13:33:21.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time on my Hands....</title><content type='html'>....or so I'd like to think.&lt;br /&gt;Finals are over! It's a glorious feeling. Steph and I celebrated last night by cleaning the living room/kitchen area, lighting some candles, cuddling on the couch watching movies and sipping on hot chocolate. Later in the night we decided it was a good idea to turn on some Paramore and Fall Out Boy and tear apart our closets for a photo shoot. We were out of control and I loved it. The night ended with mac and cheese and a game of mario party that Denis and Tim joined in on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm free. Well sort of. The fall sports for the yearbook are not finished....oops I gotta get on that. Christmas shopping is another thing on my list I have to make time for. And weather permitting I'm working full time this next week and I gotta admit I'm excited. A week from today I am on a plane to one of my favorite destinations and home away from home....San Diego. We are spending the holidays there with the family. I'll be staying with my sister and my two cousins in their new apartment. Too fun, I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seems too daunting to get myself going. I want to clean this whole house because it's disgusting and Steph and I didn't do anything to help that. But before I get to that...Breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Happy winter break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-707696468776159378?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/707696468776159378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=707696468776159378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/707696468776159378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/707696468776159378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-on-my-hands.html' title='Time on my Hands....'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-139229917218497271</id><published>2007-12-05T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:58:46.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>I am so aware of my mortality.&lt;br /&gt;More so than I think others are and I've always been this way.&lt;br /&gt;Never when I was growing up did I have that invincible complex. Around the age of 10 I would get night terrors because I couldn't let go of the fact that one day my parents are going to die. Still if I think to hard about it I freak myself out. Then the only solution is mass amounts of superficial things to distract me from this odd place I have reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend that I never got to know all that well just had his father pass away. Some of my other friends are at the viewing right now. It got me thinking about how lucky I am that I have never had to experience a viewing. I cannot even fathom how torn apart I would be by the sight of a dead body. Regardless, his family is in my thoughts right now as well as in many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that sometimes things like this make you realize how much you care about certain people in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-139229917218497271?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/139229917218497271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=139229917218497271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/139229917218497271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/139229917218497271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/12/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-8590639458543064350</id><published>2007-11-27T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:46:49.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Dreams</title><content type='html'>Tannah informed me it was time to write a new blog. The truth of the matter is I haven't been writing not only because I am busy but because I don't have anything but narrative on my life to tell you. I need to get back to the pondering about life or the photo posts I've done before. Maybe in a few weeks after finals I can delve back into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you this....I don't watch or read the news enough. I know I've posted about this before but it's sad that somewhere along the way that never became part of a daily routine. It's always been difficult for me to sit and watch the news because either it's fluff or devastating. The murder stories are too much for me to handle. So somewhere along the way I got the NYTimes sent to my email every morning......on a good day I read the headings and the short description telling my what to look forward to if I choose to click the link. Needless to say, I rarely click the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to reality. Work to get done today.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I'll click those links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8590639458543064350?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8590639458543064350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8590639458543064350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8590639458543064350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8590639458543064350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/11/crazy-dreams.html' title='Crazy Dreams'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-3032443595992883521</id><published>2007-11-11T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:13:34.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was the quickest weekend I think I've had since I used to play soccer 6 days a week. Which I miss dreadfully by the way. It seems like just yesterday I was in photo class making an enormous print of a cornfield picture I took. But nope that was Thursday. I like being busy and having things to do but I have to remember to enjoy this while it lasts. Although today was just slower than ever I got things done but it's been a struggle to stay entertained. I assume the next few weeks are going to be very hectic though so I might as well enjoy the down time. It's only 7 and I've still got my eye on an apple blossom in the freezer...mmm mmm. Love um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love my job. The atmosphere is incredibly my style. Katie is so relaxed and we have such similar ways about us and out looks on life. It's incredible when you click with people like that. I haven't found a person on the east coast that I've connected with in this way yet. With maybe the exception of my friend Liana in printmaking who I'm most likely going to ROME! with next Fall if everything works out as planed. Anyways it makes me miss the west coast though. But I love so many things about it here too. I can't believe I only have one full week of school then thanksgiving week then a couple more weeks of classes and then a week of finals. It's truly mind boggling. I'm looking forward to the holidays but I can't even devote a moments thought to early xmas shopping because it's all about getting my school work done now and enjoying my time with friends I only have a few months left with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal Ho Naa Ho &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-3032443595992883521?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/3032443595992883521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=3032443595992883521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3032443595992883521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3032443595992883521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-was-quickest-weekend-i-think-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-1090856772944320952</id><published>2007-11-01T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:48:34.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We did our best.</title><content type='html'>Last night was Halloween and all the cool kids got to dress up and head off to the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tannah and I did our best to have fun....after they left, since we just moped while they were here getting ready.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a baby when it comes to scary things we found Zodiac on PPV and had a grand old time. It was intense and long so we were easily distracted from the fun all of our roommates and friends were having at the bar.  Then I slept....and had dreams about people chasing me and killers on the loose. I guess my subconscious was feeling the holiday spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how quickly the stores push Christmas on you. Steph and I went to the dollar store yesterday to see is she could find some antennas for her costume and the Halloween section was gone and it was taken over by red and green. It's nuts! No wonder by the time Christmas actually rolls around everyone's sick of it. I'm gonna do my best to ignore it until December when I will bust out the traditional Mariah Carey Christmas and Nsync Christmas as well....I can't resist it's too fun. Oh yeah and maybe a little Celine Dion for old times sake. Oh how I love to just sit with a cup of hot chocolate and belt out the sounds of the season... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get to work in 2 different art mediums, yay. Printmaking and photography. Should be interesting. Tomorrow I finally start work and I'm super excited.  Everything is looking up, but I probably shouldn't speak too soon because well we all know what happens when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely Halloween weekend to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-1090856772944320952?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/1090856772944320952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=1090856772944320952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1090856772944320952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1090856772944320952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-did-our-best.html' title='We did our best.'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-799725421116323060</id><published>2007-10-29T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:33:43.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun is Up the Sky is Blue it's Beautiful and so are You...Look Around</title><content type='html'>After talking to my mom today I decided it's time to write a happier blog. But the truth of the matter is I am in fact happier by far than I was when writing these recent blogs. A weight has lifted and things that were bothering me recently seem far less serious. Maybe I just have a fresh outlook. Perhaps it's because of the wonderful cinematic adventure I had yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Across the Universe!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was glorious. The singing. The gorgeous British actor. Definately a must see for Beatles lovers as well as any one who loves cinematography as much as I do. So colorful! As a matter of fact Tannah and I are listening to the soundtrack now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally officially start work on Friday! Can't wait. Other than that my days are busy in a good way. Not overwhelmingly just very scheduled with a little room for spontaneity. Which is just the way I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to making this a better week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-799725421116323060?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/799725421116323060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=799725421116323060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/799725421116323060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/799725421116323060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/10/sun-is-up-sky-is-blue-its-beautiful-and.html' title='The Sun is Up the Sky is Blue it&apos;s Beautiful and so are You...Look Around'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-5575573002071306341</id><published>2007-10-28T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:59:55.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't sleep......</title><content type='html'>because you keep getting my hopes up that I'll see you and then you never follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  don't know how much more of this I can take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5575573002071306341?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5575573002071306341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5575573002071306341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5575573002071306341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5575573002071306341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep......'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-7968909310699341711</id><published>2007-10-24T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:07:21.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just breathe</title><content type='html'>Working on calming down and chilling out....getting stressed over life too easily.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do but keep trucking.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and once again&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7968909310699341711?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7968909310699341711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7968909310699341711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7968909310699341711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7968909310699341711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-breathe.html' title='just breathe'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-2480949119683387493</id><published>2007-10-21T22:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:07:31.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Lighter Note</title><content type='html'>I'm recovering from these horrible last three days I've had.&lt;br /&gt;I'm making amends with those of hurt and trying to live my life lighter. Sometimes it's too easy to get caught up. I've been crying almost constantly for the last three days. Oddly enough I think I needed it. There's still things that need to be resolved but for now I'm almost at peace. I'm emotionally drained and all I wanna do is lie in bed and watch a movie with you. Sometimes it seems like you feel I expect so much but most of the time all I wanna do is be near you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not ashamed of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it doesn't seem like we are on the same page but hopefully we can fix that because I enjoy being with you. I'm trying to figure out how the balance in my life got so thrown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had one more day of weekend to recover.....I'm exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2480949119683387493?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2480949119683387493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2480949119683387493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2480949119683387493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2480949119683387493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/10/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a Lighter Note'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-7103133920855598226</id><published>2007-10-20T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:21:27.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes time</title><content type='html'>I spent yesterday from about 10-4 in the art building with all the other art nerds, some of who teach there, some of who graduated from there and some who were just like me and still learning. It was the second annual big art day and it was very informative. While I went to the whole thing because a friend from my printmaking class said she would meet me there, I was pleasantly surprised that I didn't really have any desire to fall asleep during the talks. There were 5 Kutztown graduates there and they spoke of their careers from learning at school to what they are up to now. There's this thinking in the art world that in going through school you will become successful. But the truth of the matter is that success is different for everyone and when choosing to become an artist there is one word you must embody that they continuously mentioned....Determination. I realize that my future will probably not contain one steady income and I will bounce around from job to job but I also realized as they said that if it's truly what you were meant to do...There is no option. It's the passion for their art that keeps these people going. Even if you go what I had previously thought to be the steady route and attend graduate school and become a teacher....establishing yourself in the teaching world can be a whole different battle. I'm thankful that I never had a narrow view of what I wanted to do after undergrad but at the same time that was freaking daunting. My future seems to hold somewhere around 3 jobs. One for some kind of income, one that could further get me an in to someplace in the art world and one that is my own work on the side because I know that is something that I couldn't give up. The one woman would talk about all these obstacles and simply say "then you just do it, you get it done because you have to". It also looks like a big city may be in my future at some point. They all seemed to be advocates of study abroad too. So next Tuesday my friend Liana and I are off to the international studies office to research study in Italy for next fall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I've been being a bitch lately. Not only has my sister pointed this out but one of my roommates looked at me like "well yeah" and the other said "yeah Ali you kinda have been" it seems I don't listen to what anyone else has to say and only call my family to bitch or rejoice about my life.....This may appear to be cynical because it is. I feel like yeah maybe I did call my mother a few times and obsess on myself but I also listened to how she feels she needs to take more time for herself and smile through her liver. I wished I wouldn't have heard that people felt I was doing this through the means that I did. I have to say I'm quite angry. I know I lately have been so busy that it has been just about my life for me. And maybe that's because I just am tired of listening. There is always one whine or story after another lately and sometimes I'm just worn out. And as for this not being used to me being all about myself....get the fuck over yourself. It's always been about you. In the past you rarely shared your life with me I didn't even know who the fuck you were and now I'm supposed to just be so invested because you are around. I'm still trying to figure you out because you can turn on my like I haven't loved you longer than anyone you know and rip me apart like you don't care about my feelings. Then a few minutes later act like it didn't happen. I don't understand that kind of hate. You don't have to always be on the defensive. I called you to apologize for my actions and you proceeded to further tell what a horrible person "you" think I am. I'm sorry but who are you to be telling me this. One day hopefully it will all be different and the competition you put between us will be gone. I've been trying to tell you this for years....we are no better or worse than one another we are only different and yet the same at the core.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7103133920855598226?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7103133920855598226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7103133920855598226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7103133920855598226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7103133920855598226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-takes-time.html' title='It takes time'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-740384599123044339</id><published>2007-10-09T10:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:49:33.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year 100 posts</title><content type='html'>Today it has been exactly one year since I started writing this blog and today is my 100th post. I started this as a way to post photos and maybe write a little and the odd thing is my writing took over. It's been more therapeutic and a way to get things off my chest. I hope in the coming year I can mix in some photography with my writing but it's difficult when I don't work in digital. Maybe I'll take pictures of my pictures. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four day weekend has come to an end. I have only three days of classes this week so there is no complaining from me. My days will be long. Time not spent in class will be dedicated to projects and maybe a little to not failing health....cuz lets face it that would just be embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping this heat coools off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and check out this photographer.....David La Chapelle....he does a lot of fashion adds and celebrities. They are very pop culture inspired shots and most are very colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.artnet.com/artwork_images_424157556_242895_david-lachapelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.artnet.com/artwork_images_424157556_242895_david-lachapelle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.artnet.com/artwork_images_424157556_242901_david-lachapelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.artnet.com/artwork_images_424157556_242901_david-lachapelle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-740384599123044339?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/740384599123044339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=740384599123044339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/740384599123044339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/740384599123044339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/10/1-year-100-posts.html' title='1 year 100 posts'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-2427115388245625271</id><published>2007-10-06T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:07:12.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>22 long years</title><content type='html'>It's my parent's 22 anniversary today.&lt;br /&gt;I want to congratulate them and wish them many more wonderful years together.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships make life so much more fulfilling. That I'm certain of. And I don't mean just romantic one's. I thrive off of the joy of others. One of the most fulfilling things to me is to share something I am completely fascinated with. When that other person takes in what I've said and begins to share that same feeling there's a connection unlike any other. It's difficult to find someone who gets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how cute You've Got Mail is. Remember the days when Meg Ryan was one of the IT girls? Internet was just beginning to take off? And the monopoly of businesses like Starbucks were just beginning to crush the small family owned businesses? It's amazing how time flies. I was remembering earlier the little cluttered used bookstore that used to be on main street on the island. I had completely forgotten. Things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of a night full of laughter and margarita's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2427115388245625271?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2427115388245625271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2427115388245625271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2427115388245625271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2427115388245625271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/10/22-long-years.html' title='22 long years'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-1687266607963130487</id><published>2007-10-03T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T12:52:27.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing like a 4 day weekend</title><content type='html'>To put it simply...I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;In a good way though. These days I practically live in the darkroom but I love it. Once I start working my days will only be longer but I can't wait for that to get underway.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finally got to hang out with ms. Stephie Lynne Payonk. It's been awhile since we've just hung out all day. It was too fun. We made dinner, dessert, drinks and decorated the house with album covers.&lt;br /&gt;It's Sat. 2 of the roomies are working, one is still at home and the other is out with her mom. I'm gonna shower, clean my room, get my life together, and relax till stace face gets home.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight: Denis' hockey game. I'm slightly excited. He's nervous. No worries, he'll do fine as long as he doesn't psych himself out.&lt;br /&gt;goodluck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-1687266607963130487?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/1687266607963130487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=1687266607963130487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1687266607963130487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1687266607963130487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-like-4-day-weekend.html' title='Nothing like a 4 day weekend'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-8499109766138721389</id><published>2007-09-21T09:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T09:59:46.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin On</title><content type='html'>In the last two nights I've been involved in some pretty intense games of pictionary. I hadn't played in forever and it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;TGIF seriously&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of my weeks are so crazy but now I'm free to relax. That is after I go get my computer fixed....so I might be computer less for awhile. And after I stop into work to meet Katie the photographer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT: Lover noggin party&lt;br /&gt;Out for some good food (who knows where yet)&lt;br /&gt;Movie (probably nanny diaries)&lt;br /&gt;and then party at home (wine probably included and def a hot tub involved!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED I AM. (and apparently yoda today too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8499109766138721389?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8499109766138721389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8499109766138721389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8499109766138721389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8499109766138721389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/09/movin-on.html' title='Movin On'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-2229607547896553612</id><published>2007-09-19T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:43:27.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes it's hard to come by that feeling of peace</title><content type='html'>Things are generally good.&lt;br /&gt;There's so many exciting new things happening how could they not be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in to meet the photographer at work this week. I'm free from negativity....at the moment. I'm generally excited about school and my photo project coming up. I'm busy so my thoughts can't linger from what I have to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm concerned about someone though. That they are never gonna be able to be their full self. That one day they will wake up and realize this life they've always had planned doesn't make them happy. I cannot tell this person what to do because it is not my decision to make but I hope in time they are able to change their perspective on this slightly and realize if this is what they truly want. I know that me along with many others only want the best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this complex about me. If I find out that someone was bothered enough to tell someone else about something I've said to them or done...it bothers me to no end. It means whatever I did irritated them enough to repeat it...it's still fresh in their mind or playing over and over. Come to me if I'm bothering you people I don't do these things intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you. I know you say you don't read this anymore so that gives me the more reason to write things. I still care about you a lot and hope that we can remain friends. But this is gonna take me a bit to find out how to be your friend. I haven't allowed myself to really think about this till I  found myself snapping at people and they attributed it to this situation. I'm alright until I let myself think about it too much. And lord knows it will be difficult once we are in the same room again but I'm not thinking about that now. I have too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now it's just time for breakfast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2229607547896553612?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2229607547896553612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2229607547896553612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2229607547896553612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2229607547896553612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-its-hard-to-come-by-that.html' title='Sometimes it&apos;s hard to come by that feeling of peace'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-8301412608976819298</id><published>2007-09-15T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:33:28.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just keep swimming</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've written because everything going on in my life is too personal to just ramble about it on here. There have been a lot of ups and downs in my life lately.&lt;br /&gt;Last night my sister came out here for a party. It was so fun. Out here she's the one person that gets me completely. I'm so glad we've been able to get closer and bond lately and that her life is moving in a good direction and she seems so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting on that phone call to get started with work.&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm still taking it one day at a time and trying to sort out my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8301412608976819298?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8301412608976819298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8301412608976819298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8301412608976819298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8301412608976819298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-keep-swimming.html' title='just keep swimming'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6142183446173626109</id><published>2007-09-06T10:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T10:30:11.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just can't stop thinking</title><content type='html'>I couldn't fall  asleep last night. My mind didn't want to shut off. I replayed so many things over and over in my head. I don't think you realize how hard it was for me not to give in to temptation. But I'm losing sight of the reasoning behind why i didn't. The only thing I know is that no matter what, this is gonna be hard because I'm beginning to realize that's just the way things are. That doesn't mean I'm going to break down though. I'm lucky enough to know that I was raised well and I have a strong sense of self. And because of these things I just have to trust that I'm going to make it. Even if I fall I know that I can pick myself up again or at least have people that will be there for me. I have 2 classes until the weekend. Although weekends are different when your roommates are working. I can't wait til I'm working and the days are busier but at the same time sometimes I just wish time would stand still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6142183446173626109?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6142183446173626109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6142183446173626109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6142183446173626109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6142183446173626109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-cant-stop-thinking.html' title='just can&apos;t stop thinking'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-3287897602454458924</id><published>2007-09-01T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:47:30.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too much wine + a cell phone= BAD LIFE CHOICES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-3287897602454458924?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/3287897602454458924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=3287897602454458924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3287897602454458924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3287897602454458924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/09/too-much-wine-cell-phone-bad-life.html' title=''/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6001660863497563926</id><published>2007-08-30T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:15:09.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin in the clouds</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday night after after a few stressful days beginning the semester of classes.&lt;br /&gt;Me and the non 21 year old roommates are sitting around the apartment sulking.....I've already downed a few glasses of wine to dull my senses but it seems to still be slightly eating away at my happiness. Tannah and I are seriously contemplating the ownership of a fake id. The drinking age should seriously be 20 I'm mature enough to drink. Other than that I'm just frustrated with stuff...too much to do.  Plus I have discovered the reason for the incredibly slow computer I possess. There is NO memory or ram....gotta figure that out another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm excited for my classes maybe more so than ever other aspects of life seem to be dragging a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the hustle and bustle of San Diego. I miss life buzzing around me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass is always greener though. Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just talked to my sister and I'm super proud of her determined nature. She's been working 14 hour days with 2 jobs. Good for her little face. Hopefully she can come hang out with us soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be alone in this apartment until Tannah drags her ass back here to accompany my sorrow. So much for the future being brighter....mines looking pretty grim but I'm trying to keep my head up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6001660863497563926?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6001660863497563926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6001660863497563926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6001660863497563926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6001660863497563926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/08/livin-in-clouds.html' title='Livin in the clouds'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-776792364542263177</id><published>2007-08-27T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T22:11:17.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life at 527</title><content type='html'>I figured it was time for a new blog and a little update on life. So much has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially moved back into the cliffs. I've missed the girls so much. I am always laughing. We are totally unmotivated this year to unpack but we've been making progress. Tannah and I left a almost everything on the floor for the first few days and numerous people came by and screamed when they saw how messy it was. Now it's cozy though and decorations are up all over the house. We'll add more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting used to it all though and there's plenty of things I'm decided to omit from this blog cuz I don't feel like sharing too much. Plus I'm just trying to figure my own head out at this point.&lt;br /&gt;Classes start tomorrow and I'm a little less than excited but it'll be something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fridge is stocked full of food&lt;br /&gt;We made tacos and rice for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Watched wedding crashers and the holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a full moon and it hasn't been so crazy like these days usually are for me so that's a plus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-776792364542263177?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/776792364542263177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=776792364542263177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/776792364542263177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/776792364542263177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-at-527.html' title='life at 527'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-9021950991810782512</id><published>2007-08-20T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:43:05.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I get older losing my hair many years from now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My grandma called me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                      it seems she misses me already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and I must admit I miss her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tannah and I had a conversation about what kinda of old people we'd like to become. We both decided along the lines of my grandma rather than a shriveling existence of the classic grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I want out of life that sometimes I feel I expect too much. I just finished watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becoming Jane. &lt;/span&gt;It was the supposed story of Jane Austen's life. The ending was horribly sad and made me cry. One thing I've expected out of life for as long as I can remember is to find true love. But what if that is not in store for me? As I watched the movie something struck me in my gut where only deep emotions do. I went through the love and loss and love and loss of her meant to be and I couldn't help feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What if even knowing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; love never happens to me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why is it that I'm so anxious to find it? I know I am capable of being on my own rather well and I quite enjoy it most of the time. But I want someone to know things about me even I don't realize and I want to know someone that well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess for now all I can do is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-9021950991810782512?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/9021950991810782512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=9021950991810782512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/9021950991810782512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/9021950991810782512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-i-get-older-losing-my-hair-many.html' title='When I get older losing my hair many years from now'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-1670247721154320336</id><published>2007-08-07T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T16:11:05.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning clicked on the TV to the usual Dawson's Creek drama then flipped channels for a few hours until I settled on a Gilmore Girls episode. It was the episode when Rory goes off to college. In a little less than 3 weeks I'll be moving back to school. What a weird feeling it was the first year I moved to school. I was so scared. I no longer need my parents like I did then but of course I still need them for some things but it's nice to know I can live on my own. Now moving back is going to be like going home. I'm so excited for this year. It's going to be busy but fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 days until my family comes! Till then I'm making my own fun because I've realized that's the best thing I can do. Life's what you make it. Yesterday I went to the bay to sit and read and walk along the shore. I've been trying to get myself out there and I'm glad I finally did.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjPvXT-I_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/S70GIAHU2jc/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjPvXT-I_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/S70GIAHU2jc/s320/Cali+summer+07+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096051390988297202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjPwHT-JAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X-B_57pdVbs/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjPwHT-JAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/X-B_57pdVbs/s320/Cali+summer+07+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096051403873199106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting in my car to leave Gwen called me and we met back at my house and then drove out to Balboa and walked around....I love it there it's so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjQhXT-JCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QOxbGZmZ1gM/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjQhXT-JCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QOxbGZmZ1gM/s320/Cali+summer+07+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096052249981756450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjQgnT-JBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XRvnxEbQuMU/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 242px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjQgnT-JBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XRvnxEbQuMU/s320/Cali+summer+07+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096052237096854546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen by the lillypads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjQi3T-JDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GL1VEaVNock/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjQi3T-JDI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GL1VEaVNock/s320/Cali+summer+07+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096052275751560242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist studios and galleries :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till Friday &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-1670247721154320336?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/1670247721154320336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=1670247721154320336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1670247721154320336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1670247721154320336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RrjPvXT-I_I/AAAAAAAAAGs/S70GIAHU2jc/s72-c/Cali+summer+07+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-7471174969948169026</id><published>2007-08-04T02:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T02:38:59.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever So Grateful</title><content type='html'>Hello loyal readers. I know it has been a few days and in the recent weeks my writing has been less. I'd like to say it is because I have been busy but that would be stretching the truth just a bit. Since I've been done with work I spend my time focusing on the now...or at least I have been able to accomplish this ever so large feat in the past couple days. It is strange how it takes knowing you are going to lose something or in fact losing something to bring out those appreciative emotions in you. The time I have spent here is irreplaceable. I have gotten to know my family and they have finally been able to see the me that speaks...haha. Most of all I have spent some quality time with some special little babies who I have seen grow into the cutest little boys.&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing what can happen in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even believe it has been that long. But before I head back to the other coast, I have some days to enjoy here and some sun and surf to eat up. My family comes in a week! Oh I how I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;I did not realize how much I needed to be here until the past few days. The drama and negativity were weighing me down. In the process of getting swept up into that life I had lost myself. I am happy to say I am found again. Not only that but I have faith in myself again, in my ability to survive independently...well at least emotional...we will work on that financially thing in the future. I am looking forward to so many adventures this upcoming semester but before then I have some champagne to drink in celebration next weekend, some dancing to do, some quality family time, and some relaxing fishing with my pops.&lt;br /&gt;Much love to all my readers who stick with me through my roller coaster of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7471174969948169026?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7471174969948169026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7471174969948169026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7471174969948169026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7471174969948169026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/08/ever-so-grateful.html' title='Ever So Grateful'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-8547185571259609553</id><published>2007-07-27T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T02:30:35.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've learned living on my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most things aren't quite as fun when you have to do them on your own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need people and crave conversation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crowds are no longer a fear that keeps me away from them (although at times traffic can be overwhelming when you're running late for work)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like to work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Without the stressful times you can't enjoy the stress free times as much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Target is my best friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Down comforters make me sneeze and should be stuffed in closets so as not to see the light of day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dishes pile up in the sink slower when you live on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love fresh cut flowers in my house but I don't know that I'd have the motivation to maintain a garden anytime soon in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Painting my fingernails only stops me from biting them until I pick off the paint (needless to say I repaint them a lot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an overwhelming addiction to desserts/sugar that if ignored results in the consumption of mass amounts a sugar in a very short amount of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dawson's Creek is still as entertaining as it was when I was 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food shopping is not as fun without roommates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love reading books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cousins babies are the cutest ever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Airplanes flying over your head at 6:30 am not only rattle your house but your bed and brain (haha just kidding most of the time I don't notice them that early)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving a monster truck is amazingly fun but it sucks to park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love when you go shopping and you find that one thing that you can't live without&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Working at Nordstrom makes you forget how expensive some of the clothes in the designer section are when people throw them sloppily back on the hangers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal shoppers sell loads of clothes and anyone can have one for free :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two words (Hanky Pankys) gotta love um&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandma is capable of asking me the same question 7 times in less than 2 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is nothing better than Mexican food!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's almost nothing else as magical as watching the sunset from the cliffs with the pelicans floating up and down the coast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although I haven't spent all that much time at the beach it's just the comfort of knowing that it's there that makes all the difference&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are 14 days until my family arrives (yes it's reached a countdown point). I'm finished working...turns out they don't need me anymore. So now I have to spend my time enjoying what time I have left here. But as always....easier said than done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8547185571259609553?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8547185571259609553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8547185571259609553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8547185571259609553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8547185571259609553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/07/things-ive-learned-living-on-my-own.html' title='Things I&apos;ve learned living on my own'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-392114883038389102</id><published>2007-07-24T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:16:21.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>there's this loneliness springing up from your life like a fountain from a pool</title><content type='html'>Now that the sale is underway my hours are shorter and my total days left of employment for the Nordstrom empire are 6. Although its been a fun experience full of laughter, sore arms and blistered feet, I'm ready for new adventures. There are so many things I'm looking forward to that I'm losing that live for the moment train of thought. I miss my friends and family. Luckily though things should start to get more interesting now that another chunk of my family is returning from the Mexican seas.&lt;br /&gt;11 books into the Stephanie Plum series (2 more to go)&lt;br /&gt;halfway through Harry Potter :)&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to so many things but for now I gotta just enjoy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-392114883038389102?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/392114883038389102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=392114883038389102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/392114883038389102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/392114883038389102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-this-loneliness-springing-up.html' title='there&apos;s this loneliness springing up from your life like a fountain from a pool'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-2445923567717170109</id><published>2007-07-15T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:00:24.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same</title><content type='html'>Growing up I never thought I was a people person. I was that girl who had a few good friends but to the masses was a very quiet and shy person. In classes I barely spoke for few of who knows what now a days but then it seemed like the world would end if all eyes were on me. I never wanted the attention and still to this day I don't like a lot of attention. The difference is....today I need people in my life and not just people who pass in and out. I need friends. I need to do things. The problem is while I've become a people person I still remain reserved when it comes to doing things on my own. It's not all because I'm afraid anymore. It's because certain things are not fun when you don't have a friend tagging along with you. I'm forcing myself to take a book to the beach tomorrow and relax in my swim suit in the sun but it won't be as fun as if I had a friend to sit around a chat with. That's another thing...I don't know when I became a chatty person but somewhere along the way I grew into the gene that resides in both my mother and grandmother. I guess it's a good thing. I have about 25 days left and I'm gonna do my best to make the most out of them. I have some friends I still need to meet up with, a trip to catalina with my aunt, some quality time at the beach and some mexican food that I have to eat. Keeping a smile on my face although times get lonely and there are people I dearly miss.&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2445923567717170109?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2445923567717170109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2445923567717170109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2445923567717170109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2445923567717170109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-hardest-thing-and-right-thing.html' title='Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-9079484661826598039</id><published>2007-07-11T23:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:30:56.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RpWgE8EslyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_UbmTXNxIE0/s1600-h/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RpWgE8EslyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_UbmTXNxIE0/s320/parents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086147360890591010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?! I miss you guys like crazy. I'm so glad you are enjoying yourself in good ole Pennsylvania. Can't wait to see you in about a month for the wedding!&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Al Pal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-9079484661826598039?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/9079484661826598039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=9079484661826598039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/9079484661826598039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/9079484661826598039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-parents.html' title='My Parents'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RpWgE8EslyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_UbmTXNxIE0/s72-c/parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-3519877229435594985</id><published>2007-07-09T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:00:45.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music makes my world go round</title><content type='html'>I am jumping out of my skin with happiness because I downloaded new music and her name is Sara Bareilles!!! So good! Mom you would love it :) Heavy piano, gorgeous voice with some passion....who doesn't love passion? Love her lyrics.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sarabmusic.com/wallpaper/800x600b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.sarabmusic.com/wallpaper/800x600b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop listening to her....makes me happy!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Gravity  &amp;amp; Fairytale&lt;br /&gt;My feet are finally getting used to work.&lt;br /&gt;You know what's a weird thing? riding an elevator in the middle of Nordstrom at 8:30 before the store opens and only half the lights are on.....eerie. The boutique looks good...wish I could say that was my doing but nope didn't really get to do that. Oh well had some other fun. Stressed out the kids shoes guy....his fault not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways tomorrow is another day and after work Gwen and I are going on an adventure to get a table she got offline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-3519877229435594985?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/3519877229435594985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=3519877229435594985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3519877229435594985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3519877229435594985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/07/music-makes-my-world-go-round.html' title='Music makes my world go round'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-4946512865339671146</id><published>2007-07-08T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T19:38:05.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to find that all elusive piece of mind</title><content type='html'>Today is my day off. I'm enjoying the job but my feet cannot say the same. They needed this break. I spent most of the day cleaning....thoroughly. The dishes are done. The laundry is done and folded and put away. The floors are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacuumed&lt;/span&gt; and swept. My sheets are clean. There are some newly cut roses in a vase on my counter and at this little table by my computer. What could be better....well let me tell you. I'm leaving in a short while to go eat dinner at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nati's&lt;/span&gt; with Grandma and Ned....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; food how I adore you.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nordys&lt;/span&gt; long before it opens to set up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boutique&lt;/span&gt;.....kinda excited.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise I'm a pretty happy girl. The blisters on my feet are healing nicely and although my fridge is somewhat scarce I can scrounge until my next day off...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are a big blur so I'm trying to stop thinking about them because there's no reason to go there. They vary so often that I lose track and for now that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. The only problem is getting you out my head is not always that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Operation&lt;/span&gt; distraction now underway :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-4946512865339671146?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/4946512865339671146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=4946512865339671146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4946512865339671146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4946512865339671146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/07/trying-to-find-that-all-ellusive-piece.html' title='Trying to find that all elusive piece of mind'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-386760952814038328</id><published>2007-07-07T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:44:51.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strain this choas turn it into light</title><content type='html'>How can I explain how wonderful it is to be here? I don't think I can do this feeling justice....but I'll give it a try. Many people I know would not enjoy being around a few old folks like I do. I love their stories. There is so much to learn from those who have the larger portion of their lives in their memories instead of out of their grasp. And believe me... there is always a story when you through my grandma, her boyfriend Ned, and grandma's brother (Uncle Jim to me). The best part is you can see it in their eyes when they talk. They are lost in their memory searching through the pictures in their minds to make sure the story is accurate. Along with the stories and after a few cocktails we discussed beliefs and the idea of a positive attitude. Which was fascinating to me to here since I've come to the realization lately that it's something necessary to my life. I feel I've inherited that trait from my mother and according to my great Uncle Jim it originated from his mother....although he believed she was sometimes naively optimistic, in a way that she didn't want to face the truth and just stated "everything will be alright".&lt;br /&gt;As I sat and watched the generations before me talking about life and threw in my piece every once in awhile...I had one of those moments..... Where all you can do is smile and feel alive. It's in moments like this that I don't understand a lack of spirituality in your life. I don't think I could ever practice a religion but I definitely believe in SOMETHING...what it is I can't say. I consider myself a spiritual person and I have an interest in all religions because I'm fascinated that someone can believe so strongly in something without exposure to any other religion...and I also find it disturbing. Anyways after this experience and a day at the museum last week learning about Tibetan Buddhist art I've decided I need to learn more about this religion but who knows when that will happen.&lt;br /&gt;My feet are blistered all over and sore but I'm back to work and generally I like it...when August rolls around I will be ecstatic. So many things ahead but this month is all about hard work....guess it's about time.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-386760952814038328?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/386760952814038328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=386760952814038328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/386760952814038328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/386760952814038328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/07/strain-this-choas-turn-it-into-light.html' title='Strain this choas turn it into light'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-2679590001414775557</id><published>2007-07-02T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T01:03:04.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin down this road alone and i figure all im thinking bout is you</title><content type='html'>I've been in a weird funk all day that I can't seem to get out of but lets focus on happier times.&lt;br /&gt;These photos are from this last week taken around the San Diego and of my cousins baby Nathan who I get to babysit tomorrow. I love it here I gotta say but when it's time to leave for back east I think I'll be ready to go. Who knows though. So it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiE1ZTaVmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qJhw1pkrOUY/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiE1ZTaVmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qJhw1pkrOUY/s320/Cali+summer+07+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082458232347842146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Cliffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiE1pTaVnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mQ7s7-l6wrA/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiE1pTaVnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mQ7s7-l6wrA/s320/Cali+summer+07+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082458236642809458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiE2JTaVoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i4hHboqnZVE/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiE2JTaVoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/i4hHboqnZVE/s320/Cali+summer+07+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082458245232744066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach with grandma Holly (my aunt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiEJpTaVlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PQPGQVfav6Y/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiEJpTaVlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/PQPGQVfav6Y/s320/Cali+summer+07+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082457480728565330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the piano at grandmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiEIpTaVjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l7OFlgFxokg/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiEIpTaVjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l7OFlgFxokg/s320/Cali+summer+07+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082457463548696114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where I live...we not exactly I live in a one room apartment behind this house...but that's the truck I'm driving....nice and dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiEJJTaVkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VBXs_kf70AQ/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiEJJTaVkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VBXs_kf70AQ/s320/Cali+summer+07+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082457472138630722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Cliffs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2679590001414775557?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2679590001414775557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2679590001414775557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2679590001414775557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2679590001414775557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/07/walkin-down-this-road-alone-and-i.html' title='Walkin down this road alone and i figure all im thinking bout is you'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RoiE1ZTaVmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qJhw1pkrOUY/s72-c/Cali+summer+07+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-2934012833220339958</id><published>2007-06-27T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:38:58.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when we still believed in fairytales</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to the sun glaring through my window. I rolled over and my vision focused on the hands of my clock. It was 9:45. Since I moved here I haven't been able to sleep in later than that. I sat straight up, grabbed the remote, and flicked Dawson's Creek on the TV. It is my morning ritual to get intact with the teenage joys and struggles of the kids from the creek. I wandered through the kitchen and made myself a healthy breakfast....soy yogurt and granola and contemplated my a morning run.&lt;br /&gt;Hours later I was still wandering around my one room apartment, occasionally stopping at the fridge, computer, or dialing a number of anyone who might distract me for some time. The thought of a run still wandered through my mind as I realized I had things to do. It was already 12, not too late for a run and a shower before my errands but I was looking for anything to justify my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later I was dressed and walking through the doors of the Fashion Valley Nordstrom...or at least did for 4 days a couple weeks before. I got in the elevator and pushed&lt;br /&gt; the button for the 3rd floor. I had been calling the human resources department frequently in the last few days looking for some hours and I figured it was time to pay them a visit. Plus I had a paycheck I wanted to pick up. They sent me out to customer services for the paycheck and downstairs to Colleen Kresky the woman who had hired me to discuss my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;After numerous phone calls the woman at customer services  handed me my paycheck and said have a nice day. I made my way down the escalator to meet with Colleen. There's something so peaceful about riding an escalator at a Nordstrom. The piano music hanging in the air and the quite bustle of the customers and at the same time an unusual stillness. I never touch the railing on those nasty things though due to the fact that they carry far too many germs. I've never been a germaphobe but this just gets me every time.&lt;br /&gt;Colleen popped out of the dressing room with her smile as wide as her face in her 3 piece peach suit that almost smelled of the fruit. We went over the basics and she told me I could begin working for her on the 3rd at 9:30...exactly a week from today. I was beyond relieved. Just to know that I had a date set. She reassured me she'd give me full tour of the store and then later a schedule would be established.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen gave me a call and told me we should arrange for a beach date later when she was done with errands. I called my mom and vented about my day and discussed everything we could thing of.&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later I pulled into the parking lot of LaJolla shores beach. I met up with Gwen and we wandered down the beach, picked out a spot and spread out our towels. We talked about everything and even walked through some waves. Maybe next time we'll actually go for a swim.&lt;br /&gt;On the ride home I did some thinking. I have no radio since it was stolen before the car was lent to me but it allowed for some quality time for belting out whatever came to mind first or just some thinking. I couldn't believe how calm I've felt since I've been here. It feels real and that seems strange. Not that I haven't been real in the last two years at Kutztown but just that something got lost. Too much time is spent focusing on whats going on with everyone else in our small little complex of friends. I made a promise to myself to focus on the positive. I've always been a positive person, I got it from my crazy mother and her crazy mother but it sure does make life more enjoyable when you are positive. Earlier in the day my mother had asked me if I was thinking about moving back here eventually and the first word that came to mind was "yes". As I've said before we'll see where life takes me but I can tell you this for sure now....it will not be Pennsylvania. Not that I haven't enjoyed time there but my heart lies in the west coast and everyone knows....a girl can't live without her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2934012833220339958?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2934012833220339958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2934012833220339958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2934012833220339958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2934012833220339958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/06/remember-when-we-still-believed-in.html' title='Remember when we still believed in fairytales'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-1547225307755088254</id><published>2007-06-23T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:18:44.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bainbridge and all it's beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rn3g9jJhSlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D3W0Fs6yHE0/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rn3g9jJhSlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D3W0Fs6yHE0/s320/Cali+summer+07+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079463302755600978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and me at the sculpture park in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rn3g-zJhSmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qsDDaEEPPNQ/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rn3g-zJhSmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/qsDDaEEPPNQ/s320/Cali+summer+07+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079463324230437474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Linny on the stairs down to our old beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rn3g_DJhSnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-43l8ufJtNU/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rn3g_DJhSnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/-43l8ufJtNU/s320/Cali+summer+07+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079463328525404786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me Jenny and Gwen at Brooke's beach just down the street from my old house. Oh how I love that view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rn3g_zJhSoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hR46lkF_Kug/s1600-h/phoenix+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rn3g_zJhSoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hR46lkF_Kug/s320/phoenix+girls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079463341410306690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Phoenix girls reunion. Nicole, Erin, Gwen, Me, Meagan, Kim, Jackie, Jenny, Meaghan, and Kaile. So much fun to catch up with all of them!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the trip was wonderful I caught up with all the soccer girls and talked about the rest of the soccer girls and what everyone was up to. I ran into quite a few people I hadn't seen since graduation. My sister graduated and we actually got along the entire trip although I wasn't around her much. I miss northwest people....there is just something special about them that I have not been able to find any where else. Plus there is nothing better than a sunny summer day on the island...and I got a few of them!&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-1547225307755088254?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/1547225307755088254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=1547225307755088254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1547225307755088254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1547225307755088254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/06/bainbridge-and-all-its-beauty.html' title='Bainbridge and all it&apos;s beauty'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rn3g9jJhSlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/D3W0Fs6yHE0/s72-c/Cali+summer+07+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-5538550409934133034</id><published>2007-06-13T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T19:52:28.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My wish for you is that this life becomes all that you want it too</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is an even better day.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out, I'm almost packed and everything is clean. In a few I'm going to Phil's BBQ with 'the grandparents I've never had'. I have been spending a lot of time with them and believe me although things get done a little slower it has been quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I get to see old friends and my sissy who I talked to today. I am beyond excited to see them and for her life to begin....she's finally growing up and I am so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love to west coast and it only seems to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna go pick some oranges off the tree outside my window :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5538550409934133034?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5538550409934133034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5538550409934133034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5538550409934133034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5538550409934133034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-wish-for-you-is-that-this-life.html' title='My wish for you is that this life becomes all that you want it too'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-5473514310097250977</id><published>2007-06-11T23:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:34:28.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out with the Grandparents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rm4S-DJhSkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A5ZUkrLW7KU/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rm4S-DJhSkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A5ZUkrLW7KU/s320/Cali+summer+07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075014687299553858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's grandma and me with our finished masterpiece. Snickerdoodles! So many memories surrounding those cookies but none previously with grandma.&lt;br /&gt;So since I've been off work the past couple of days and I have no idea when I will again be needed I have been trying to occupy my time. Quality time with my gma and Ned! I walked at the bay and to the pier with grandma. We shopped for linny's graduation present. We went out to Mexican food and tai food. It's been fun...they have fun stories and I get a little talking in there too.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say though that when one of my best friends called me today it pretty much made my day. I had not talked to Jenny in over 3 months I think. It's been far too long! So I can't wait to see you J and congrats on making it in to your program...although I had no doubt you would.&lt;br /&gt;Much love to all.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait until I am in Washington!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5473514310097250977?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5473514310097250977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5473514310097250977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5473514310097250977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5473514310097250977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/06/hanging-out-with-grandparents.html' title='Hanging out with the Grandparents'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rm4S-DJhSkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/A5ZUkrLW7KU/s72-c/Cali+summer+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-4340940969568317483</id><published>2007-06-05T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T17:55:11.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow it all begins</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hate realizations. When you know what you have realized is the truth and you do not want  to put that truth into an action within your reality because it is hard and will probably cause you some emotional pain. In realizing these things you may have to make a major life change. Change is something I am very familiar with and believe it to be ultimately a good thing just as the Buddhist's believe in impermanence I follow that thought in that growth of the spirit is necessary. I do not want to remain the same although I believe some stability is necessary in my life for sanity purposes.  Learning and establishing a curiosity for the world is important to me. My realization is to remain untold as it is my personal realization and tears at a piece of me. Growth in this case will prosper over comfort although it is so nice to have comfort in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we have had a little dose of Ali wisdom for the day :) here are some pics from the boat last Saturday before the boys left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RmXaOjJhSgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zVRJjpMbrBE/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RmXaOjJhSgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zVRJjpMbrBE/s320/Cali+summer+07+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072700498790926850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RmXaqjJhSiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/U3u1Ir2vBSw/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 240px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RmXaqjJhSiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/U3u1Ir2vBSw/s320/Cali+summer+07+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072700979827264034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RmXbJDJhSjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VcLXf4ZaIuY/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RmXbJDJhSjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VcLXf4ZaIuY/s320/Cali+summer+07+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072701503813274162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Linny you are in my thoughts. Good luck with everything and we will see you soon. Mom and dad I miss you more than anything but I know I am in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-4340940969568317483?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/4340940969568317483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=4340940969568317483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4340940969568317483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4340940969568317483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/06/tomorrow-it-all-begins.html' title='Tomorrow it all begins'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RmXaOjJhSgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zVRJjpMbrBE/s72-c/Cali+summer+07+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-3968420530601766702</id><published>2007-05-30T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:00:54.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You might bend till you break......then you stand</title><content type='html'>The ups and downs of living on your own are extreme. One second I am thinking to myself  "can i really do this" and the next I am getting ready for my day singing along to CMT, planning my day in my head. The thing I need to remember is that if I were in Pennsylvania I would not be happy. I do not mean that in a degrading way to the state of Pennsylvania as some people seem to think I do. I have nothing against the state and I have a life there during the school year but I  know in my heart it is not the place I want to be in the long run. I am a west coast girl at heart I know that for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I think I miss you more than you miss me....but I am not sure if I miss you for the right reasons and that kinda freaks me out. I cannot let go of you because I am fighting change. I have this theory about change. We all hate it. We are creatures of habit. But I believe it's only those who embrace that change and continue to grow that prosper in this life. I am learning that for myself in order to fully embrace that change and begin to grow I have to establish small amounts of habits so my entire world is not change. There have to be some constants. With that said and my first day of job training completed I am going to finish my training in the next couple of days and begin a journey. Where it will take me I have no idea but that is what life is about. I realize I am so blessed in so many ways especially just to have this opportunity so if I do not embrace it I will whole-heartedly regret it.&lt;br /&gt;Guess it is about time I grew up.&lt;br /&gt;peace and love to all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-3968420530601766702?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/3968420530601766702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=3968420530601766702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3968420530601766702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3968420530601766702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-might-bend-till-you-breakthen-you.html' title='You might bend till you break......then you stand'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-1317073112740378236</id><published>2007-05-28T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:54:52.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of a loner</title><content type='html'>It is now the fifth day of my independence in California. Day's have been long and slow. Not that I haven't had some fun times but it's been difficult to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;I start training tomorrow so things should start picking up but as of tonight I have no car so I have to work that out. My entertainment for the last few days includes, babysitting Ryan, seeing pirates with Gwen, hanging out on the boat with Brad, finishing the book I was reading, and chatting with Gwen about life. I highly recommend the book I just finished. My mom passed it on to me. It's called The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls. It's a memoir about her life and her absolutely crazy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving back from my Grandma's I started thinking.....I was only home for a few days before I moved here and you know what I miss about home (besides my parents and pups)? Home cooked meals! So here's what I propose to you readers....what is you favorite meal your mommy makes? leave a comment and let me know. My favorite is chicken tortilla soup...mmmmmm mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Alright so leave your fav's as a comment for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your memorial day everyone. I'll be spending mine watch the That 70s Show marathon and eating all day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-1317073112740378236?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/1317073112740378236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=1317073112740378236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1317073112740378236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1317073112740378236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-of-loner.html' title='The life of a loner'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6865887921369149265</id><published>2007-05-25T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:37:56.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Think of your life as a good book. Sometimes there are twists and turns you didn't see coming, but when you think about it, you realize they were pretty much inevitable. All your hard work has prepared you for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What a horoscope. Today is my first full day alone in this state. I drove the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reedhead's&lt;/span&gt; to the airport at 7am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;this morning&lt;/span&gt;. Which means I now have a car until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; night! I came back and slept a little more and then got ready for the day. I am watching my grandma's dog so I took the little old red BMW for a spin to let Sadie out. On my way their I got a call from my cousin seeing if I would take care of his kid for a few hours at 11. So I spent a good hour with the dog and then made my way up the hill to Adam's house. I sat around and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; for a couple hours while Ryan just slept and slept. Finally as I go in to check on him around 1 he was sitting up in bed. I heard the front door open and shut and in walks Adam. We sat around and chatted while Ryan laughed and ate and told me stories only a baby could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt;. So I'm back here for awhile errands, maybe a movie later...we'll see. Tomorrow babysitting with my aunt Holly on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;I now officially am employed....I have till Tuesday to do whatever I want. Thanks for all your help mom.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would make all this even better is a little sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;I'll write again soon&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6865887921369149265?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6865887921369149265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6865887921369149265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6865887921369149265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6865887921369149265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/05/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-7325497105735043144</id><published>2007-05-24T15:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T15:48:44.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess if you don't jump you'll never know if you can fly</title><content type='html'>I'm here! My mom left today and I cleaned up my apartment and finally got everything out of my suitcases. I need a down day. Since we got here I feel like I haven't had time to rest. I'm beyond excited to be here but this is only the beginning and this is when it gets a little hard.....I'm on my own! So things are still up in the air with everything but I am way more at home than in Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of where I'm living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXqLIfQobI/AAAAAAAAAEM/advLL-B2ydg/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXqLIfQobI/AAAAAAAAAEM/advLL-B2ydg/s320/Cali+summer+07+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068214432653418930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairs in the corner of the room, a little sitting area.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXrgofQodI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uqBf6nCVWzE/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXrgofQodI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uqBf6nCVWzE/s320/Cali+summer+07+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068215901532234194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;table by the window with my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXpgIfQoZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iQjcqbNv5KI/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXpgIfQoZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iQjcqbNv5KI/s320/Cali+summer+07+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068213693919043986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my cute little kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXqLofQocI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LO7XBXUAObk/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXqLofQocI/AAAAAAAAAEU/LO7XBXUAObk/s320/Cali+summer+07+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068214441243353538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big bed! and Little closet that all my clothes fit in surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXpt4fQoaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/N7GTjXCat-U/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXpt4fQoaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/N7GTjXCat-U/s320/Cali+summer+07+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068213930142245282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXrhYfQoeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/99u07xBqlhk/s1600-h/Cali+summer+07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXrhYfQoeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/99u07xBqlhk/s320/Cali+summer+07+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068215914417136098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the gorgeous view from my window!!!&lt;br /&gt;So here goes nothing...wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7325497105735043144?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7325497105735043144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7325497105735043144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7325497105735043144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7325497105735043144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-guess-if-you-dont-jump-youll-never.html' title='I guess if you don&apos;t jump you&apos;ll never know if you can fly'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RlXqLIfQobI/AAAAAAAAAEM/advLL-B2ydg/s72-c/Cali+summer+07+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-6117913857238553602</id><published>2007-05-19T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:21:36.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm nothing but Smiles</title><content type='html'>It is wonderful to be back in a place that feels so much like home. My mother would tell you 'I'm back with my people'. Today we met up with all the cousins and babies and relatives they make me laugh so hard it hurts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I see them. The babies are adorable and each have such different personalities. I potentially have a job at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nordstrom&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; following in the family footsteps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tehee&lt;/span&gt;. We'll see how that goes. So good to be here but I'm still adjusting to the time and I'm so tired......I think its time for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;Miss and love you all that read this! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6117913857238553602?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6117913857238553602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6117913857238553602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6117913857238553602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6117913857238553602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-nothing-but-smiles.html' title='I&apos;m nothing but Smiles'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6113729169119109790</id><published>2007-05-16T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:44:00.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>living one moment at a time</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was my last final and I turned in my 7 page paper to the nutso proff and walked back to my car a Junior in college. How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;Since then I've been to 4 other states besides PA and I'm about to make that 5. Stacey and I packed our bags and drove 6 hours to Boston. What a long drive. When we finally got there it was a little underwhelming but the room turned out to be nice. We walked a couple blocks to the subway and spent a few hours in Harvard Square. What a difference in the atmosphere. Hard to explaining but it was very cool. The next day we wandered around Boston. We went pretty much everywhere by 4 and we decided to head back to Harvard for some more wandering and dinner. My feet have never hurt so much in my life. I'll post pics later.&lt;br /&gt;We made it back to Kutztown yesterday around 4 and I must say it is good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home and I must get to the packing before I move to SD for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so much on my mind. Mom and I made our way to Target today and I distracted myself with some shopping, Cd's, clothes, presents, and books. It was a good time. And I'm so excited for friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are always on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6113729169119109790?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6113729169119109790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6113729169119109790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6113729169119109790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6113729169119109790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/05/living-one-moment-at-time.html' title='living one moment at a time'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-3312029326307030081</id><published>2007-05-09T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T11:29:52.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>all good things have to come to an end</title><content type='html'>As this year winds down I realize how good it was. Minus a lot of drama I've become a lot closer with a lot of people. All I have left to finish is a 6 pager for International Cinema, which involves the watching of a few scenes from fabulous movies....can't complain too badly.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I will miss about Pennsylvania as odd as that is to say but I am so ready for a break from this place. It is not ME in the slightest and I need to go back and find me in the west. I am beyond excited. This is going to be one of the most adventurous things I've ever done and even though my cousins, aunt and grandma will be close by I am living alone and it's scary. It will be difficult to leave here though, I will cry and I'm usually very good with goodbyes but I know things will be different when I get back. Hopefully in a good way. So since I probably won't write for a few days I just want everyone to know I hope they enjoy their summer's and I'll meet ya back here in this box of a town for most of you peoples last year. EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;Love the one's your with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-3312029326307030081?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/3312029326307030081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=3312029326307030081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3312029326307030081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3312029326307030081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-good-things-have-to-come-to-end.html' title='all good things have to come to an end'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6388217711372557194</id><published>2007-05-04T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:08:56.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Classes</title><content type='html'>I'm officially done with my last class of my sophomore year of college....crazy how time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have left to do before Boston and San Diego is:&lt;br /&gt;religious studies final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; art history final&lt;br /&gt;photography &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;written&lt;/span&gt; final&lt;br /&gt;a painting&lt;br /&gt;a 6 pager for international cinema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; yeah still got a bit left to do but today it's all about ice cream and sunshine!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6388217711372557194?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6388217711372557194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6388217711372557194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6388217711372557194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6388217711372557194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-day-of-classes.html' title='Last Day of Classes'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-4162375472404244812</id><published>2007-05-01T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T14:15:03.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy May Day</title><content type='html'>I'm having a real problem today with being on this coast. I'm frustrated with things that cannot be resolved and I'm ready for 18 days from now. This is how ready I am to leave....I just woke up from a nap where a dreamt I was in the car trying to meet my family for dinner in California but all I wanted to do was stop for some real Mexican food before the Mexican food I was eating for dinner....oh man. Anyways I'll be there soon. Now is just the stress I have to get to before I am rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my best friends 20th birthday's today and I'm reminiscing about the northwest and it's not helping my sitch. Anyways Jenny here's to all the good times we've had in the past and many more to come. I hope school isn't stressing you out too badly and you are able to celebrate this lovely first day of May. You are in my thoughts and I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;My parents happily made their way to Italy and my mom called me when yesterday and she thinks I would love it there....of course how could I not. Well parents I hope you enjoy the fabulous view and see George clooney when you go to the bar around the corner from his house. I'll be taking care of the dogs this weekend...no worries.&lt;br /&gt;Time for some more paper writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-4162375472404244812?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/4162375472404244812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=4162375472404244812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4162375472404244812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4162375472404244812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-may-day.html' title='Happy May Day'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-3802320551825064850</id><published>2007-04-26T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:56:05.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanibel Island</title><content type='html'>Because of the mass amounts of chaos in my life the past couple weeks I haven't been able to load any pictures from my family trip to Florida. So here they are. It was gorgeous and it sure beats a hell of a long plane ride to Hawaii although Hawaii will always be a perfect 10 to me I'd give this place an 8. Refreshing break for some water.....I can't even wait till I'm close to a beach again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFIHR6BBEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/K5iwhorn8dc/s1600-h/DSCN0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFIHR6BBEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/K5iwhorn8dc/s320/DSCN0734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057903146416800834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View down the beach from the inn we were staying at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHpB6BBBI/AAAAAAAAADc/0ckipRcTT8M/s1600-h/DSCN0783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHpB6BBBI/AAAAAAAAADc/0ckipRcTT8M/s320/DSCN0783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902626725757970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the kayak adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHkh6BBAI/AAAAAAAAADU/URYe2wG7ghs/s1600-h/DSCN0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHkh6BBAI/AAAAAAAAADU/URYe2wG7ghs/s320/DSCN0782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902549416346626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents and sis after the kayak adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHdR6BA_I/AAAAAAAAADM/uoZmLC_WLy0/s1600-h/DSCN0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHdR6BA_I/AAAAAAAAADM/uoZmLC_WLy0/s320/DSCN0761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902424862295026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and sister floating along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHXh6BA-I/AAAAAAAAADE/gG0h1_GK3Qo/s1600-h/DSCN0759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHXh6BA-I/AAAAAAAAADE/gG0h1_GK3Qo/s320/DSCN0759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902326078047202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is a different ethnicity than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHRB6BA9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/I8LHEk_-mac/s1600-h/DSCN0753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHRB6BA9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/I8LHEk_-mac/s320/DSCN0753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902214408897490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting enjoy some interesting food after an extremely long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHNR6BA8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rjLLE0dLvJE/s1600-h/DSCN0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHNR6BA8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/rjLLE0dLvJE/s320/DSCN0748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902149984388034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents and their accidental matchingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHGx6BA7I/AAAAAAAAACs/Mn1PX4vtSOE/s1600-h/DSCN0742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFHGx6BA7I/AAAAAAAAACs/Mn1PX4vtSOE/s320/DSCN0742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057902038315238322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course me being....well me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm glad we got to enjoy that adventure as a family because I fear we don't have many left. I'm super excited my computed chord is now here and I'm back online....wow sad that a few days without a computer is so painful but I guess that's just  how it is now a days.&lt;br /&gt;My hair is now shorter and much more red than black. And I'm sorry about all those depressing posts before...I know some of you were worried and contacted me to make sure I wasn't harming myself in anyway but things have been worked out and we are both happy together until the end of the semester and then we'll see how it goes. Lots of things to get done before the end of the semester but trying to leave room for fun but first I have to get rid of this cold. I'm off to study for a religious studies test and then take a lovely hot shower. Smiles to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-3802320551825064850?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/3802320551825064850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=3802320551825064850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3802320551825064850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/3802320551825064850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/04/sanibel-island.html' title='Sanibel Island'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RjFIHR6BBEI/AAAAAAAAAD0/K5iwhorn8dc/s72-c/DSCN0734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-8479709127853057407</id><published>2007-04-20T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T14:48:18.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring</title><content type='html'>What a day so far.&lt;br /&gt;A bomb threat. The campus is covered in maroon and orange t-shirts for Virginia Tech. There were lots of people out to support walk for life and shave to save. It's inspiring to know that our college has some impact on the world and that I participated in something that does as well. The sun is finally shining and it's putting me in the best mood.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and love to all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8479709127853057407?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8479709127853057407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8479709127853057407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8479709127853057407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8479709127853057407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/04/inspiring.html' title='Inspiring'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-693351786475803601</id><published>2007-04-19T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:31:19.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to Be Still</title><content type='html'>I can't get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm happy most of the time and doing other things you are constantly on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is talk to you but I'm sure it would only make this harder.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you today and we exchanged smiles and waves and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've lost one of my really good friends though and it still hurts a little. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I see you for awhile I won't be able to think of you in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;any other&lt;/span&gt; way besides how I've thought of you for the last 6 months. It's hard to fall asleep and once I do it's restless. Sometimes I feel like we are making this harder on ourselves than it needs to be but I think right now we either have to be together or not be in contact and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; really hard for me to come to terms with. All I wanted to do when I saw you was ask how you were and just sit and talk with you. It's a frustrating situation but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;On the other coast my sister is causing my mother frustration again. Lin I love you. Make the decision not just for you but for mom too. I hate to see all of you in pain. Give it some time and some thought and realize you have the world at your feet and as hard as it is don't go just by what your heart is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; lately that's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Walk for life, sushi and who knows what other fun things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-693351786475803601?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/693351786475803601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=693351786475803601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/693351786475803601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/693351786475803601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/04/learn-to-be-still.html' title='Learn to Be Still'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6048093789844261736</id><published>2007-04-17T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:22:58.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Repair</title><content type='html'>Today is a much better day.&lt;br /&gt;I kept myself busy all morning and vented to some people who are rather good listeners. Not surprisingly it helps a lot for me to talk about it. When I'm alone I get sad. But I have to remember it is the best decision. I was not right for you and you were not right for me and I've known that for awhile now but it didn't make it any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;easier&lt;/span&gt; to let you go. I wish it was summer so I could leave this town and all the memories I have in this room. That's when it hurts the most when I'm in this room. Today I haven't cried...I've only come close a couple times but it's a major improvement from the water works I had going on yesterday. If you are reading this thank you for sharing so many of my firsts with me and treating me with respect. I hope we can eventually get to that friend place but I don't think it's gonna happen for me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Alright so this is where I let you go.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I stop thinking about the memories and I spend as little time in my room as possible and I dig into that school work that just sits in a pile. It was fun while it lasted one day I'll be able to look back and smile.&lt;br /&gt;For now I need to forget......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm in repair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6048093789844261736?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6048093789844261736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6048093789844261736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6048093789844261736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6048093789844261736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-repair.html' title='I&apos;m in Repair'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-676065632565948303</id><published>2007-04-15T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:35:58.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen better days</title><content type='html'>The weather matches my mood today.&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining all day and I've been crying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt but I know it's for the best. We had good times. It was a great learning experience and I don't regret it in the slightest. The friend thing will happen but not for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I'm digging myself into work because I have too much to do to sulk.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is right and the best thing but it doesn't make it hurt any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for my friends. I don't know what I would do with out you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie I'm gonna miss what we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the next chapter of my life. Embracing the challenges and appreciating what I have in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-676065632565948303?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/676065632565948303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=676065632565948303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/676065632565948303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/676065632565948303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-seen-better-days.html' title='I&apos;ve seen better days'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-885435408618761650</id><published>2007-04-12T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:36:46.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inbetween here and there</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how we need the approval of others.....don't kid yourself people you know you do. As much as you'd like to think your opinion is the only one that matters it is only to an extent. With out some kind of positive encouragement would we have the motivation and the confidence to continue on?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell myself I didn't care what my painting professor thought but every time he stepped up to my paintings in this semester....with that sigh and announcement "OK".... he then would take over my painting and fix the most horrendous parts and lecture me on how this relates to being a photographer. Well today he did that his usual couple times and then..... I took control of my painting. The next time he walked by he said 'don't touch that part'. I was shocked I said 'oh my god I finally did something right' and he laughed and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's not that I wouldn't have been content with my painting if he hadn't felt it was good too but it definitely put a smile on my face and a little confidence behind my brush.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same kind of thing with compliments. When someone out of no where compliments you on something it's just that feeling of satisfaction that something about you is right. If that makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;My motivation to get things done this week has been next to none and for that I am going to pay in these next few weeks. Gotta finish my photo project tomorrow and this weekend. It's sad that there's not much enthusiasm behind that but it's becoming more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time for Grey's....yes sadly my world does somewhat revolve around TV. (btw Lost was awesome last night)&lt;br /&gt;Take care all you friends in all corners of the country :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-885435408618761650?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/885435408618761650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=885435408618761650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/885435408618761650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/885435408618761650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/04/inbetween-here-and-there.html' title='Inbetween here and there'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-7562742945659817000</id><published>2007-04-11T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T11:42:17.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>It's been a couple weeks since I last wrote and since I have about 10 min before I walk to class I'll waste some time here. The fam went to Florida last week and it looked something like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rh0AyNaRo1I/AAAAAAAAACk/eXZ9xDllT9k/s1600-h/sanibel+island+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rh0AyNaRo1I/AAAAAAAAACk/eXZ9xDllT9k/s320/sanibel+island+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052195219572892498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera was dead so I took a total of 10 pictures and only a few on staceys camera. Oh well it was a wonderful place to relax and kayak and hang out with the family.&lt;br /&gt;Busy weeks ahead lots of papers and projects but my finals week doesn't look horrible. Then we are off to Boston, (we being stace, steph and i) and then I'm off to San Diego....what a life. I wish I was more excited for school to be over but I have too much to get done and some quality time to spend with someone special before we don't see eachother for a looong time. Ok that's pretty much what's up. Not the most exciting of blogs but I'm stifled for creativity at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;More on this another day.&lt;br /&gt;Peace AaaaND Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7562742945659817000?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7562742945659817000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7562742945659817000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7562742945659817000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7562742945659817000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rh0AyNaRo1I/AAAAAAAAACk/eXZ9xDllT9k/s72-c/sanibel+island+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-5367861262739336380</id><published>2007-03-28T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:45:22.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rgs0ZSa_yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/R5HEfmXtL-k/s1600-h/Misc+Pics+from+mom%27s+camera+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 309px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rgs0ZSa_yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/R5HEfmXtL-k/s320/Misc+Pics+from+mom%27s+camera+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047185416445217330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sis is 18 today! Happy birthday Linus I love you and miss you and I will be seeing you in less than a week and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe she is so old. I'm gonna be 20. Weird. Except I feel like I'm older because all my friends are older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressful week. Almost everything is done except....Test Friday and Paper due next week. Then it's all about my first trip to Florida. It's been so incredibly nice here and I love it. I miss the warmth it makes me happy. I can't wait for this summer!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be hard to leave though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5367861262739336380?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5367861262739336380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5367861262739336380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5367861262739336380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5367861262739336380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rgs0ZSa_yjI/AAAAAAAAACY/R5HEfmXtL-k/s72-c/Misc+Pics+from+mom%27s+camera+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-4680975756559147107</id><published>2007-03-16T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T12:59:39.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things about to be improving these days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RfrL-mpkZvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RFd-54JhI3k/s1600-h/DSCN0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RfrL-mpkZvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RFd-54JhI3k/s320/DSCN0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042567009181918962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to my friend Gwen. Thanks for pulling me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I lost myself recently.&lt;br /&gt;I was rude and mean and gossipy. I got caught up in it. Not for me to get caught up in.&lt;br /&gt;To anyone I said anything bad about I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;I used to find the best in people and lately I've been picking at the worst.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing like a talk with an old friend to pull you out of it. Connecting with people is one of my most favorite things. When someone shares a feeling you feel so strongly...nothing better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to school tomorrow probably I haven't yet decided. But before I do I just want to belt out some songs like the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;No more hatred. Just love.&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm just gonna enjoy some Jackson Browne and watch the snow fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-4680975756559147107?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/4680975756559147107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=4680975756559147107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4680975756559147107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4680975756559147107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-about-to-be-improving-these-days.html' title='Things about to be improving these days'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/RfrL-mpkZvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RFd-54JhI3k/s72-c/DSCN0241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-8282197834653875433</id><published>2007-03-14T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:19:26.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes once is not enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Anaisnin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Anaisnin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading about the top ten wedding photographers in my American Photo. Who are all spectacular and I know idolize. Anyways, I came across this quote that was written by Anais Nin. And I thought how come that name is so damn familiar. Then a melody began in my head and Jewels voice started singing....'and you can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anias Nin.' I have sang this sung countless times and each time thought to myself 'I wonder who Anias Nin IS'  Not only was I curious who this woman was because of that song but this was the quote "We don't see things as  they are. We see things as we are." Intriguing thought. I like it. Turns out Ms. Nin is a French author most famous for her diaries and eroticism.... I'm interested now going to research more on this woman's life. Which would be incredibly logical for Jewel to reference her. I might have to look into reading something of hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8282197834653875433?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8282197834653875433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8282197834653875433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8282197834653875433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8282197834653875433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-once-is-not-enough.html' title='sometimes once is not enough'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-8492395512792995582</id><published>2007-03-13T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:34:08.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep a fire burning in your eye</title><content type='html'>Home.&lt;br /&gt;Restless.&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that I've been confined to my house for the past few days. Saturday I came home from school later in the evening and Sunday I just laid low. Yesterday I woke up and that wonderful flu that's been making its way around finally made it's way into my body....not a fun experience. Today has been much better as I can eat...and we all know how much I love to do that :) My body aches and my stomach is still weak. The headache I acquired yesterday is still there and only shrinks in pain upon taking the advil.&lt;br /&gt;TV has become too common of a thing. I know I needed a day of rest but three is a bit much. Tomorrow I am going to follow my mom to get her car fixed and then take a well deserved shopping extravaganza. Don't worry dad I'll spend my own money.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the power of music. Sometimes I feel like my religion is music. There is almost nothing better than connecting with a song and just singing and being at perfect peace. I've been kind of blah since I came home. The pieces to my summer adventure are starting to fall into place. I am incredibly excited and extremely scared but I know this is going to be a once in a lifetime experience. I will be so much happier than if I would have stayed here. Not to say that there are not people I'm going to miss but in reality how often would have seen them anyways. Last summer I worked and slept and that was it. My cousins soon to be wife Katie just wrote me a comment on myspace and said how excited she was that I was coming. Sometimes I forget how the simplest act of kindness can brighten someones day. Smiles all around I'm off to try and stomach a grilled cheese. mmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-8492395512792995582?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/8492395512792995582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=8492395512792995582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8492395512792995582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/8492395512792995582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/03/keep-fire-burning-in-your-eye.html' title='Keep a fire burning in your eye'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-339579547314762719</id><published>2007-03-11T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T16:21:43.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I don't say this now I will surely break</title><content type='html'>When did life become so complicated? I am not the same person that I was 2 years ago. This is a good thing believe me.... but there is a certain innocence and unawareness about the world I miss a little. Not that I have lost any curiosity towards so much in this world but the more you live the more you learn. I don't expect to know everything. I believe there no right or wrong because there's always a little of both. With all the good things going on in my life I still can help but ask...is this what I want? Do I want to be in this state at this time still? Can I stay here for a few more years? There's so much I miss but I know going back won't immediately fill that void and potentially won't. I'm trying to appreciate what I have because I know it is far more than a lot. I'm tired of being superficial and talking shit...that needs to stop....find the good in the people because there is some there even if sometimes it is suppressed. I need to stop listening so much to what other people say and do what I believe because ultimately that is what makes me happy and what makes me....Me.&lt;br /&gt;I am about to make my way back to Kutztown because I just can't get enough of that place. Just kidding of course....who would I be without my sarcasm...is that sad?&lt;br /&gt;DESTINATIONS in KTOWN: weis, home, post office and wherever my camera takes me&lt;br /&gt;DESTINATIONS this week: shopping for some type of clothing, manyunk with mom, NYC with the girls&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shinning and although it's cold it feels like warmth is right around the corner. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-339579547314762719?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/339579547314762719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=339579547314762719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/339579547314762719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/339579547314762719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-i-dont-say-this-now-i-will-surely.html' title='If I don&apos;t say this now I will surely break'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-4973396577110803585</id><published>2007-03-08T14:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:33:38.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All things must pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://members.aol.com/ujlrf/images/cfg_cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://members.aol.com/ujlrf/images/cfg_cd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to: Concert for George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Includes wonderful artists like Tom Petty, Eric Clapton, Billy Preston, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr and others including George's son Dhani Harrison.&lt;br /&gt;Good album. good songs. good guy.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite songs are Isn't a Pity and All Things Must Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is halfway clean right now...the good news is the floor is vacuumed. I haven't made my way to the closet yet but that's quite a mess to tackle. Gym date with Steph at 3 (less than an hour) so we'll see what happens with this cleaning spree I almost had. My midterms are done and I can finally breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the library studying for my last one yesterday afternoon. I always sit in the little nooks by the windows with tables. I spread my stuff out, took off my shoes, got out my white cheddar popcorn and made myself comfy. After a few minutes I looked out the window and the snow that had been falling all morning was still lightly floating to the ground all around. I had one of those moments....when you just feel like you are in the right place at the right time. It was such a college experience and I love that.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when my friends call me Al which they've been doing a lot lately out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to Sushi, to a movie and Steph's friends are coming and we are all gonna have a grand old time. I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;Happy almost friday all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-4973396577110803585?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/4973396577110803585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=4973396577110803585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4973396577110803585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4973396577110803585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-things-must-pass_08.html' title='All things must pass'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-900688947376846853</id><published>2007-03-04T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:37:21.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Destressing</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile...I've been busy with school and stressing my self out about stuff that I don't need to be stressed about. I've never been like that before...I mean I stress like the rest of the world but only when it's necessary. Oh well I needed this weekend to calm down and that I definitely did. Fun times at my house with the girls, wine and a scrumptious crab feast. I spent all day today painting and watching Entourage. Tomorrow is gonna be stressful but after Wednesday I'm pretty much done with school for about a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;It's my dish week and now I'm gonna do a sink full of dishes.&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-900688947376846853?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/900688947376846853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=900688947376846853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/900688947376846853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/900688947376846853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/03/destressing.html' title='Destressing'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-6401642067626599956</id><published>2007-02-23T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T10:02:47.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Forcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/300W/fs7.deviantart.com/i/2005/223/6/0/Flying_Bird_by_mimpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/300W/fs7.deviantart.com/i/2005/223/6/0/Flying_Bird_by_mimpi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all do things we regret. I regret some of the choices I've made but I wouldn't go back and change anything if I could. These mistakes are the things that make us grow and learn that maybe next time when a similar situation arises....we should try things differently.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm stuck. Stuck in a rut. Stuck in a monotonous way of life. Stuck with no words. I can't continue to live like this. For some of you reading this it might sound weird knowing that I can be really shy upon meeting new people....but I'm not always. The thing is I get restless. I don't like living the same day twice. I need to learn new things and I thought my classes would help in this...since I took them to fulfill interests I have. But it's not working I need more. I need to go places and do new things. I come from a small town with a city a boat ride away. I took advantage of that secluded area and focused inward and I regret that.....maybe that is something I would change. I wish I had gone to that city more and explored....because now I wish that city was a ferry boat away and I could explore. The good thing is Steph and Stacey like to explore too. Steph and Jack went to goggleworks yesterday in Reading...it sounds cool I wanna go. We tried to go to the crayola factory but the times didn't like us. Tonight I'm going to watch Jack's little brother Matt play basketball for Alvernia. I'm super excited. I like basketball. My schedule is full today and I like it that way but the one person I need to sort more things out with is not involved in these plans and for that I'm a little bit irritated.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to feel like I'm 2 inches tall anymore. I can't and I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-6401642067626599956?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/6401642067626599956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=6401642067626599956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6401642067626599956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/6401642067626599956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-forcast.html' title='This is the Forcast'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-5325870350468211923</id><published>2007-02-21T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:52:08.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Subtle like a Mack truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rd0dNi3V0KI/AAAAAAAAABs/lzjUupRYm5E/s1600-h/crazy+drunken+nights+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rd0dNi3V0KI/AAAAAAAAABs/lzjUupRYm5E/s320/crazy+drunken+nights+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034212077004509346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my mother I've inherited this lovely trait of being 'subtle like a mack truck' as my dad likes to call it. Although it takes time for me to be this way with people...usually. I think it's a good quality to have though because you are true to yourself and ultimately that's the most important thing. Take me or leave me.&lt;br /&gt;Payonk and I finally made it to the gym after weeks of talking about it. It's always better when you get there even if you forget your id card and eventually have to pretend your name is Stacey Strayer for awhile. We are going tomorrow....so proud of us. That reminds me that I miss playing soccer more than anything else from my past....besides living on the west coast.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that glorious coast....things are starting to fall into place for my summer out there and I can't wait I wish I was there RIGHT NOW. I need it...I have a lot to get through until then...approx. 9 weeks of classes and a week of finals. I'm steadily busy and I like that. I want more out of life than this little town gives me....starting to get restless.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple pics of the big snow storm from around campus.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rd0g7C3V0MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZWMcW-qq5Rc/s1600-h/snow+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rd0g7C3V0MI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZWMcW-qq5Rc/s320/snow+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034216157223440578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rd0gCC3V0LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-_oRoncSzE0/s1600-h/snow+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rd0gCC3V0LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/-_oRoncSzE0/s320/snow+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034215177970897074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-5325870350468211923?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/5325870350468211923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=5325870350468211923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5325870350468211923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/5325870350468211923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/02/subtle-like-mack-truck.html' title='Subtle like a Mack truck'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rd0dNi3V0KI/AAAAAAAAABs/lzjUupRYm5E/s72-c/crazy+drunken+nights+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-7595640193760727508</id><published>2007-02-18T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T20:37:48.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So there's this guy I like to call Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rdj-Zs0ETqI/AAAAAAAAABg/4BV5brIFAls/s1600-h/DSCN5361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rdj-Zs0ETqI/AAAAAAAAABg/4BV5brIFAls/s320/DSCN5361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033052301066260130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home for the long weekend with my two dogs and my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went home and I said there's no place I'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;After a failure of a movie yesterday and all day studying today, my good old pops made me dinner. Salmon....mmmmm and I made the salad. We sat at the cute little table in our kitchen and chatted about life and religion and how the hell our world got to this state of anger and hatred. If I find myself a guy like my dad I would be so lucky. He's just such a well rounded good guy and I'm incredibly lucky to have him as a father for I feel he has made me a good person too (not to say my mom didn't help with that too). I always talk about him to my friends as my little fashion bug father who likes shopping more than I do :) but he's more than that. I think one of the most annoying thing about men is their ego and while it's practically impossible to overcome that my dad is an incredibly humble person who realizes he's like everyone else in that he has faults as well. I love you dad even with your crazy hair and bandannas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-7595640193760727508?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/7595640193760727508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=7595640193760727508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7595640193760727508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/7595640193760727508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-theres-this-guy-i-like-to-call-dad.html' title='So there&apos;s this guy I like to call Dad'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zx-PVv74kaY/Rdj-Zs0ETqI/AAAAAAAAABg/4BV5brIFAls/s72-c/DSCN5361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35766627.post-2569087156132440078</id><published>2007-02-14T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:14:28.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>It's 10am.&lt;br /&gt;I've been up for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;...partially because of the rain/hail that has been hitting my window all night and partially because I went to be at 12 and took an almost 3 hour nap yesterday so I guess I'm not tired anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  good news is that it is Valentine's Day and classes are cancelled because of the previous mentioned 'shitty' weather...not really sure why I decided that need quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the more depressing side of things this weather is forcing my mom to delay her trip to California until tomorrow. Keep her in your thoughts that everything goes smoothly tomorrow because her heart is in San Diego along with her family and my sister as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what I'm up to today. I was planning on getting up early and finishing my reading and a couple things I had to write but now that I don't have to finish these things by today it seems a waste. Wednesdays are my least favorite day too but today it's a whole lot better. Oh yeah and LOST is on tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the one you're with!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2569087156132440078?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2569087156132440078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2569087156132440078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2569087156132440078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2569087156132440078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-2234322721232476464</id><published>2007-02-07T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T11:07:30.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Linus you gave me a necklace similar to this right before we left the west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prettypersonalgifts.com/graphics/chsister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 76px;" src="http://www.prettypersonalgifts.com/graphics/chsister.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wear it for all that long and I know you didn't either. But lately I've been missing you and I found the necklace in my room and it hasn't come off since. I carry you heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry you're heart with me (I carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear, and whatever is done my only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;br /&gt;I fear no fate (For beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatver a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life, which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wondere that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EE Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sissy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-2234322721232476464?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/2234322721232476464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=2234322721232476464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2234322721232476464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/2234322721232476464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/02/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-1746459302719156066</id><published>2007-02-06T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:29:16.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So theraputic I needed to do it twice</title><content type='html'>It's been one of those days. Nothing goes quite right. Little things tick away at me and bring me down. It was so cold I would consider living in a sauna. I think I need a new camera. A manual for 10 bucks would be nice. Working on that this weekend. Crayola Factory Fri. (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a249.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/9/l_0cfe741b272aa45fa0ab3417133a30e0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a249.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/9/l_0cfe741b272aa45fa0ab3417133a30e0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl. Syd is one of my friends from high school. We were never that close but over the summer when I first moved east we talked through emails A LOT. She stayed home from college her first year and moved back to Sacramento with her dad due to health. Now she's doing wonderfully and she moved to NYC for acting school and lives in Brooklyn. I can't even wait till it gets warmer so I can go visit her. She always puts a smile on my face like almost no one else can do! Too bad she doesn't read this but if she did I say thank you for getting me through some tough times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-1746459302719156066?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/1746459302719156066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=1746459302719156066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1746459302719156066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/1746459302719156066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-theraputic-i-needed-to-do-it-twice.html' title='So theraputic I needed to do it twice'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-20677678057518833</id><published>2007-02-06T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:19:47.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julian Beever's 3D Sidewalk Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/images/coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/images/coke.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/images/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/images/batman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://users.skynet.be/J.Beever/index.html"&gt; Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click above to see other cool illusions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a spectacular day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-20677678057518833?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/20677678057518833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=20677678057518833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/20677678057518833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/20677678057518833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/02/julian-beevers-3d-sidewalk-art.html' title='Julian Beever&apos;s 3D Sidewalk Art'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-4747061141924129743</id><published>2007-02-05T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:49:29.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to those that aren't always on our minds</title><content type='html'>Always looking for a cause to support Stacey and I read this article in Rolling Stone about the terrible things that are happening in Tibet as I type this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.volny.cz/bedigebu/fotky/flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 182px;" src="http://www.volny.cz/bedigebu/fotky/flag.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then looked for some way to contribute to the Tibetan freedom from the oppressive Chinese. What we found was this website dedicated to students looking to support Tibetans.&lt;br /&gt;We bought these  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiemerchstore.com/image/abda2b0740/225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 114px;" src="http://www.indiemerchstore.com/image/abda2b0740/225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a bracelet made by a Tibetan nun to raise awareness. The short blurb it comes with includes the something to the effect of....Today it is worn as an expression of endurance and defiance against the Chinese government. I always wish I could do more for things like these but at least these people are in my thoughts. Hopefully their fight to maintain there culture results in peace and an even stronger Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls are on my mind a lot recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-386.ak.facebook.com/ip007/v28/92/110/1586130157/n1586130157_30019386_2106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-386.ak.facebook.com/ip007/v28/92/110/1586130157/n1586130157_30019386_2106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left is of course my sister and the one on the right is Gretchen, one of my sister's friends. She was around our house a lot in the last couple years I was in high school and was always so sweet and smiling. She's struggling with her health and I hope she knows she's in my thoughts and I know she can overcome this because she has already overcome SO much.&lt;br /&gt;I love you both if you are reading this!&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again memories are all we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss getting comments from people.....so leave some about things or people on your mind or whatever you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3To all those I miss&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-4747061141924129743?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/4747061141924129743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=4747061141924129743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4747061141924129743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/4747061141924129743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/02/heres-to-those-that-arent-always-on-our.html' title='Here&apos;s to those that aren&apos;t always on our minds'/><author><name>AliLaRue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564388853231671609</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-35766627.post-265994009954288312</id><published>2007-01-31T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:15:44.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty little bird sat on my window. Told me I don't need to worry.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life flies by so fast. The moments you want to hold on too don't always slow down enough for you to enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately we've been getting flurries all the time and just a little snow will stick.....it makes me happy. I would like just one big snow though with a cancelled day of classes....a big snow ball fight with all the neighbors and then some good hot chocolate like the kind Denis let me and Stace have yesterday...&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to the gym with &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Jen yesterday. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; woke me up from my power nap by flicking my light on and off...she makes me laugh everyday. Then we convinced ourselves going to the gym was a good thing. We ran a mile and I did 170 sit ups and now I feel like I should have a six pack.....not quite, that will never happen. We are going to look at a house today and I'm excited because this is probably our last chance to get out of the cliffs....either way I'm happy. It's not like I can go to the bar anyways :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell asleep in my photo class yesterday....I could have passed out in that chair for a good 2 hours. It's only because I slept at Denis' and Parke woke me up singing at 6 in the morning....that would drive me nuts I don't know how he deals with it every morning. Then I slept badly after that and finally got up and walked in the cold to painting. Jenna never misses class....she's neurotic like that.. and she wasn't there I hope she's &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I must get ready to engage my mind in some religious philosophical thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35766627-265994009954288312?l=never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/feeds/265994009954288312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35766627&amp;postID=265994009954288312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/265994009954288312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35766627/posts/default/265994009954288312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://never-stop-exploring.blogspot.com/2007/01/pretty-little-bird-sat-on-my-window.html' title='Pretty little bird sat on my window. 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