<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4995867428096674801</id><updated>2024-10-17T07:07:11.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipa&#39;s Rants</title><subtitle type='html'>The average day of Pipa, the eccentric girl with peculiar rants.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-1295225575499629982</id><published>2013-04-03T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-03T15:59:34.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friends</title><content type='html'>To put things lightly. I&#39;m bored out of my mind and need friends. How do normal people make friends? They chat and have a nice greeting and conversation. How do I make friends? I stare at you for god knows how long and finally get the courage to say hi and introduce myself. I then feel stupid and give up. HOW DO I CHANGE THIS NONSENSE?!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know, but someday my awkwardness will make me suffer if I can&#39;t find a way to make people love me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have started college up where I live now, and it&#39;s a bit easier; nevertheless, I still can&#39;t talk right to people. I don&#39;t know if it&#39;s me, though i&#39;m 70% sure it is, or if they are as awkward as I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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Any suggestion!?&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/1295225575499629982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2013/04/new-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/1295225575499629982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/1295225575499629982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2013/04/new-friends.html' title='New Friends'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPi8rP-DeLaWFL3knuQxkWD2n5X2v-3XEMjDFRTc-w72HFDJdE7IKqRdoypfO7dxVQkeAbfXxxrH_okCr96GNqAxwgdhGm7tVzz7tM3oYHJGZey6yXEI2zncvSBuQXN3dpYyTJLD_F8gzA/s72-c/Photo_00053.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-1699033890999941015</id><published>2012-01-06T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:04:05.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Greeting&#39;s. I know it&#39;s been a while but things on this end have been kinda hectic. So here I am, writing you another post. And it&#39;s about traffic. We all know traffic sucks balls, especially when you seem to be stuck in it, for what seems like hours; nonetheless, we all have our moments when it comes to driving in it. Personally, I hate it to the very core of my being. Some days I get so angry I wish my car was a bumper car and hit the person in front of me. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It sometimes startles me how angry I become. Traffic is just one of those things that I can&#39;t handle. And the worst part is, is that I go to school in Hollywood. Fucking Hollywood of all places. Not that it&#39;s bad or anything. I just have to drive a 1 and a half to 2 hour drive. Which is during the rush hour times. I leave my house at 7, arrive at 9, start class at 10, and leave at 5. The morning drive can be pretty ok until I hit Hollywood. I spend a half hour stuck behind people who don&#39;t go very fast up a small incline.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQa8rulsu6f9K8HzrHYzZ4UkErSRXJE8iPyPWZdJ1wn_RbcAp4qvQbj83sIUKGGW4IJxhFc1AlSLkT9TU0GgF59tzT_7-L4wgxO3MxK4Jf0qWOKSikWS6J-B2KfD7fPs-VS6Hk-EkVs0og/s1600/stuck.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;353&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQa8rulsu6f9K8HzrHYzZ4UkErSRXJE8iPyPWZdJ1wn_RbcAp4qvQbj83sIUKGGW4IJxhFc1AlSLkT9TU0GgF59tzT_7-L4wgxO3MxK4Jf0qWOKSikWS6J-B2KfD7fPs-VS6Hk-EkVs0og/s400/stuck.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I remember a time when I had just gotten to the I-10 and I saw one of those electronic signs stating that it would be 15 minutes to my exit. I was pretty happy, I&#39;d get to be home sooner. But no. I was stuck in that traffic for 2 hours. 2 freaking hours. I was pissed beyond all belief. I nearly cried because I was so hungry and tired. There was no accidents, no fires, nothing that would have made it so bad that it caused to take so long. The worst part was getting to my exit. We were barely moving at all and no one wanted to let someone else in front of them. When I finally did exit, the freeway I got on to was nearly empty. I lost my shit. If anyone got in front of me and go slower, I would flash my brights at them in rage, screaming in the car. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I have very bad anger problems when I drive. I don&#39;t act crazy and swerve by people or anything like that. just mostly yell to let out the angry, vicious beast that lies within.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you&#39;re reading this and thinking, &quot;Man, why does she keep doing on and on about this?&quot; Just remember, you&#39;re the one who&#39;s reading it. No one is forcing you.&lt;br /&gt;
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More bitching time. I&#39;ve noticed lately that whenever I say something that&#39;s on my mind, Some people like to get pissy and mad at me for either stating the truth or whatever was on my mind. And it&#39;s getting annoying. If you&#39;re gonna be pissed at me for saying that something happened, why don&#39;t you just suck it up and accept it, instead of making me look like the bad guy? I mean really? What are you? A child? Lots of question marks wooooooo~~&lt;br /&gt;
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Eh now I&#39;m just typing just to type, I&#39;m bored and it&#39;s 12:11 A.M. I have nothing better to do and I haven&#39;t really written anything on here for a while. La lalalala. I&#39;m excited for school. My financial aid finally went through and it&#39;s only a matter of time until I get my dorm and start in October. And the coolest part is that a family friend has a sister who is a professional makeup artist. So I may or may not learn some tools of the trade from her. Here is her web site&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.sarahluceromakeup.com/&quot;&gt;Sarah Lucero&lt;/a&gt;. Well, thanks for reading :) &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4841202044885850139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/09/lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/4841202044885850139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/4841202044885850139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/09/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-8322194477598019094</id><published>2011-08-16T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T22:04:21.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Time to bitch again. I feel stuck. Like there is a giant pile of goo under and around my feet. There are so many things that I want to do but they feel so far away. The little voice in my head keeps telling me that I can&#39;t do anything. Keep wishing. And I keep believing it. I want to do stuff. Like school, photography, making clothes for myself, re-do my room. Ever since Andrew passed. Everything seems to be standing still. I feel like I can&#39;t talk to anyone or let anyone in my circle. I love my friends to death. But...I feel like I would be annoying talking about the same thing over and over again. So I bottle it up and put on a happy face. I want to tell my friend&#39;s how I feel but I start to choke and tears well up. And I just can&#39;t say it. That voice tells me that I would start losing them too. And I&#39;m scared. I feel so lonely and broken by Andrew&#39;s death that I can&#39;t even be myself anymore. I try. I try so hard to smile and be happy, but when I am alone, the bad feelings come back and start tearing me to shreds again. I feel pathetic just writing this. But it&#39;s the truth. I have issues. Big issues. I want help. To whoever is willing to help me.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8322194477598019094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/stuck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/8322194477598019094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/8322194477598019094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/stuck.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-93343307621067728</id><published>2011-08-12T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T23:56:20.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe is back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Today was the first day I saw Joe since he was deployed 6+ months. It&#39;s nice having him back. The stories, the parties. I worry about him sometimes though.War is hard on a person already. I can&#39;t imagine what he is going through. I&#39;m gonna be honest. I&#39;m really drunk.My head hurts and I want to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/93343307621067728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/joe-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/93343307621067728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/93343307621067728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/joe-is-back.html' title='Joe is back.'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-6324112772243176700</id><published>2011-08-11T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:08:02.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;As most of you know, I haven&#39;t been sleeping very much. Last night I asked my friend to help order some indica. And let me tell you, It hit me HARD.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgic7pQYVACRmDj78X78Uum2bG4h2idaL2Xk5ZVfKhMJqitGtc9sqf3lfElZLXvflpTpMHcl-vRoLvm0BNuX7XJISMu-87cNXKFE5V2zwerkakSAaFmDnrDZku9u9YIdd1eDAJ1dAmLt18V/s1600/Bedtime.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;350&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgic7pQYVACRmDj78X78Uum2bG4h2idaL2Xk5ZVfKhMJqitGtc9sqf3lfElZLXvflpTpMHcl-vRoLvm0BNuX7XJISMu-87cNXKFE5V2zwerkakSAaFmDnrDZku9u9YIdd1eDAJ1dAmLt18V/s400/Bedtime.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Needless to say it knocked my ass out until I woke up at 12:30 this afternoon. Hopefully if I take an even smaller dose tonight, I won&#39;t be passed out for 13 hours again.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6324112772243176700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/6324112772243176700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/6324112772243176700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-sleep.html' title='More Sleep'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgic7pQYVACRmDj78X78Uum2bG4h2idaL2Xk5ZVfKhMJqitGtc9sqf3lfElZLXvflpTpMHcl-vRoLvm0BNuX7XJISMu-87cNXKFE5V2zwerkakSAaFmDnrDZku9u9YIdd1eDAJ1dAmLt18V/s72-c/Bedtime.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-4779716633759955621</id><published>2011-08-09T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:46:19.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;I have come to realize that I haven&#39;t been bitching as much as I should on this blog. Considering it&#39;s called &quot;Pipa&#39;s Rants&quot; I should start ranting some more. Ok. I&#39;ll bitch about something.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend Taco does this thing called the &quot;special lover&quot; He uses the &quot;R&quot; word but I&#39;m not putting that up on here. He does it in order to piss me off and it does. There are times when I just want to bite him so hard he bleeds. And I don&#39;t know why it bugs me. It just does. The rage starts to fill up and I resist the urge to kick him down and maul him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have to say that school will be good for me. I know I&#39;m going to do well and succeed in my field. So,wish me luck as I learn make up,&lt;br /&gt;
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A time came when Kyle had told me that his mother said she would give him $50 dollars if she could cut his hair like Edward&#39;s from Twilight. He looked like him. And still does. &lt;br /&gt;
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So now, every time I draw him, I&#39;m going to especially make him look like a glittery fool!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6633374887608815559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/kyle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/6633374887608815559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/6633374887608815559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/kyle.html' title='Kyle.'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD1wzIlbFHnrcfAvZ7H0jNgVZXJOgi1u1w5IQbWdaFry9_GbPfqG6ZqF7XM7akTK7h_Q8LyuJ0QkANGAjIEuiFOoJnSxaNS2BTbX-58_CeX1WqJpXHf_eLsIGGKEQ9EH_irGibGwG5086k/s72-c/kyle.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-3398491823482509388</id><published>2011-08-01T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:26:37.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;So today has been pretty uneventful. Nothing is really happening and everyone is busy. So being who I usually am, I decided it was picture time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have really baggy eyes...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/3398491823482509388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-random-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/3398491823482509388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/3398491823482509388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-random-pictures.html' title='More Random Pictures'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlrb0dNrWRofxHBqsRUIr3pdVEjzWunz3ydyMYLocuQOICdORLzyc1DqNZrxlqth_t2tc-DhZu5U_FPcqUyMMLgrny73GdbYPoJWMjOSYI244FewDAdgofgP08buRsbVjEC6NEDEfiF5s/s72-c/Photo_00014.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-2496296392147160835</id><published>2011-07-31T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T15:08:20.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winston Churchill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;b&gt;You have enemies? Good. That means you&#39;ve stood up for something, sometime in your life.&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; - &lt;i&gt;Winston Churchill &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
A wise quote. I have to say, that this quote kinda pulled me out of my funk a bit. I just need to remember this. Because it&#39;s true. I need to start standing up for myself and Keep trying harder. Thank you Mr. Churchill.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some more quotes from prime minister Churchill to help you too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;b&gt;Success is going from failure to failure without a loss of enthusiasm.&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;b&gt;To improve is to change. To be perfect is to change often.&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;b&gt;Never give in — never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small,  large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good  sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming  might of the enemy&lt;/b&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;b&gt;I have taken more good from alcohol than alcohol has taken from me.&lt;/b&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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All quotes from Winston Churchill &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/2496296392147160835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/winston-churchill.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/2496296392147160835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/2496296392147160835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/winston-churchill.html' title='Winston Churchill'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-4864764062727071631</id><published>2011-07-31T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T13:30:25.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress.</title><content type='html'>Lately I&#39;ve been feeling like the world has been putting so much pressure on me. I know it&#39;s not but my brain keeps overworking itself and makes me think that I have nothing to strive for. I&#39;m stuck. And it&#39;s really starting to take a toll on me. My eating habits aren&#39;t that great, if anything have gotten worse. Sleeping feels useless now. I always wake up feeling tired and not wanting to wake up. I want to know what&#39;s going on with me. I realize that bitching about it won&#39;t make it any better, but I need to let it out. I want to talk to someone but I am afraid that they&#39;ll judge me or yell at me. My world is starting to get unstable and so is my body. I start to stress out and over think things so much that it makes me sick. I just want to cry and hope that someone could atleast understand what I&#39;m going through. It&#39;s becoming torture.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4864764062727071631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/4864764062727071631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/4864764062727071631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/stress.html' title='Stress.'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-4236364662629141372</id><published>2011-07-28T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T10:55:48.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The difference is</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been hungry but can&#39;t eat? Like, it makes you wanna up chuck it again? I think I am having one of those times again. It sucks because most people think that I am turning anorexic. And I&#39;m not. Ever since my late boyfriend passed, I haven&#39;t been eating or sleeping well. It&#39;s really starting to piss me off. Because when I wake up in the mornings, it feels like someone is ripping open my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m happy my grandma taught me a trick. she said. &quot;Whenever you wake up, even if you can&#39;t eat, at least drink a cup of milk. It&#39;ll help you eat.&quot; And she&#39;s right. The pain goes away and then I kinda wanna eat something. But of course I instantly get no appetite or get so busy i forget to eat.&lt;br /&gt;
If anyone has the same experience, leave a comment and we can figure out a way to help ourselves. Cause frankly, its pissing me off.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4236364662629141372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/difference-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/4236364662629141372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/4236364662629141372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/difference-is.html' title='The difference is'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-2706832553968016101</id><published>2011-07-28T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T01:14:04.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>medication</title><content type='html'>i was givin a pill called i forgotjust just tell susan the brat.keep everythimg&amp;nbsp; from restrainingmy arms.&amp;nbsp; bed //times//..Ok yeah i am a little off</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/2706832553968016101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/medication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/2706832553968016101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/2706832553968016101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/medication.html' title='medication'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-5041872685015506169</id><published>2011-07-27T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:54:02.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning</title><content type='html'>Or so that&#39;s what my friend&#39;s are telling me. Kinda reminds me of Charlie Sheen. Even though I have no idea what HE&#39;S winning.&lt;br /&gt;
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We began our Jr. year of high school and we still hung out with our usual group of friends. During this time he would wear this raggy old sweatshirt. Every day, even if it was 110 degrees out side.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, when the rare occasion he DID take off that sweater, I would steal it and put it on. That wasn&#39;t the weird part. I had decided to switch my identity and called myself &quot;Erica&quot;. Being the smarty he is, he took the jacket I was wearing and put it on, claiming to be &quot;Terry&quot;. That&#39;s where our new persona&#39;s came to be.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Since that day, we have become best friends. He knows my secrets and knows how to treat me when I am sad, because let me tell you, I hide everything. He knows how to open me up. He&#39;s that friend that you can see yourself dating. And it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;P.s. Alyssa LOVES boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZqHsvq8y-NLkkWWpRjVXQFI_P8TatGZCla7Yk465XHIL_h74h7OEcGTCG6R0IRLLPRUgs3qy0XempGrDQ10LEtn5vrAvz0O9e743Keyfqbhu2m-p3DBuBRwcmJiEW6NiSxNwog10rLSG/s1600/boobies.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;302&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCZqHsvq8y-NLkkWWpRjVXQFI_P8TatGZCla7Yk465XHIL_h74h7OEcGTCG6R0IRLLPRUgs3qy0XempGrDQ10LEtn5vrAvz0O9e743Keyfqbhu2m-p3DBuBRwcmJiEW6NiSxNwog10rLSG/s400/boobies.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/6551928732404966519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/ferret-and-alyssa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/6551928732404966519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/6551928732404966519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/ferret-and-alyssa.html' title='Ferret and Alyssa'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwUelR-7Rw3TU3jaMRnnoBqCBpVfQ45A2tBwrsuwP8avZRXW-DF6lsvfvc3VamQF0Q8Dxqagn5r3n-RZlcNcra-OCw7mG29daYQNIoCR2jmcozzUCYROm3twju0ugJSP970powGutyHhH/s72-c/alyssa.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-4798356658229507326</id><published>2011-07-25T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T14:14:36.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heat</title><content type='html'>Lately it&#39;s been getting pretty hot here in SD. And I hate the heat. It makes me feel weak and sick. I have a method of keeping my room cold but I don&#39;t wake up at the right time in order to do so. What I do is let the cold air blow in at night and around five I close my windows and blinds so that it stays dark and cool. Then I set my fan on the ground and keep it on in order for the cool air to circulate. However I have been waking up at 12:00 and later. So now when I wake up I have a throbbing headache, I feel sick, and jump right into a cold show.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lemme tell you it sucks ASS. This happens pretty much every time I wake up and it&#39;s torture. And for those who understand what I am talking about and have gone through it, water right when you wake up and put your head in the freezer. Feels sooo damn good. I can&#39;t stand the heat. At least with the cold, I can pile blankets on me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/4798356658229507326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/heat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/4798356658229507326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/4798356658229507326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/heat.html' title='The heat'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6-FuGrCzJETs4AbRuvNDmse0QehHt2dOk8RwFuOcv1DVcJOM6qaVYK8rwsTAKLW7WeyEKNzXIvvU70EyNRYXY83WDAtN4l6a1BJIiRch7XW30GiMwexf3rzWt6Cz9S1dXmx1MzO8LqrQf/s72-c/sick.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-7293880924446919269</id><published>2011-07-24T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T23:37:55.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany</title><content type='html'>I was talking to my aunt and she slyly slipped the word &quot;Passport&quot; into our conversation. Being confused and the normal paranoid side of me shows up. &lt;i&gt;Why a passport? Are the gonna leave me in a distant country &amp;gt;.o&lt;/i&gt;. So of course I asked her why. She said that they are coming back around December and wanted to take me somewhere to hang out with them. I decided to finally ask where we were going. She said Germany. Friggin Germany. My head exploded from excitement.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFqUkcdhyphenhyphen6FsTpZIdcH80TgNUnKewQExSUmRz7jsN_j2wu_SstsLhnPXR54SHpTnzSp38mjwDM1kmlia4K1oYaOI-rZzzM_qIpd4Y7KYeQWdM-G5bjd8BA4RFz_Eip_-ih9a8q0gv5w8a/s1600/Germany.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;216&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFqUkcdhyphenhyphen6FsTpZIdcH80TgNUnKewQExSUmRz7jsN_j2wu_SstsLhnPXR54SHpTnzSp38mjwDM1kmlia4K1oYaOI-rZzzM_qIpd4Y7KYeQWdM-G5bjd8BA4RFz_Eip_-ih9a8q0gv5w8a/s400/Germany.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&#39;m excited now. Things have been going pretty good lately. I got invited to Germany, I&#39;m going to a school where I&#39;m going to learn how to do special effects makeup, I got a vehicle, My roommate moved out. Life is going good I have to say.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/7293880924446919269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/germany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/7293880924446919269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/7293880924446919269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/germany.html' title='Germany'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFqUkcdhyphenhyphen6FsTpZIdcH80TgNUnKewQExSUmRz7jsN_j2wu_SstsLhnPXR54SHpTnzSp38mjwDM1kmlia4K1oYaOI-rZzzM_qIpd4Y7KYeQWdM-G5bjd8BA4RFz_Eip_-ih9a8q0gv5w8a/s72-c/Germany.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-8781635666419605473</id><published>2011-07-24T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T02:40:25.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>visions</title><content type='html'>I have found a genre of music recently that I really like and it&#39;s country/folk/indie. And I think I&#39;m starting to get into indie rock. The melodies are just so pretty and the way the people sings paints a picture of my head. Just scenes&amp;nbsp; of fall near the parks or woods where its just orange and yellow and red and green. It&#39;s like it fills my soul with contentment. I&#39;m so relaxed. The melodies just swarm together as if it was wrapping me in this cloud of music. It flows so naturally. I&#39;m a little nervous because I have always stuck to my be different attitude. But this feeling of....beauty makes me want to be more ambitious and do the things I&#39;m not doing. The art I wish to reach but not knowing how, It&#39;s captivating.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to dance. I want a room to dance in while listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to paint what I am seeing in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
I want people to understand what I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s dragging me to it. At least it feels like it is. But. I feel like everything is gonna be ok. It&#39;ll be ok. *big inhale* maybe I should take up meditation. and become a vegetarian.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8781635666419605473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/visions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/8781635666419605473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/8781635666419605473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/visions.html' title='visions'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-8657942758036769409</id><published>2011-07-24T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T01:45:11.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>You know those days when you are so bored time stands still? yeah. It&#39;s a b***h. So here are some pictures to help show you why I should never have a camera when I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah fun times with cameras</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/8657942758036769409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/8657942758036769409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/8657942758036769409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZw_HyRiQFjN2Tvoloz_eLgkLv3zQlwx7_w8Arx5Ay9TXkjRGC_fgkTHdLolv0lOmWlV-gu05icwrT2RpVoTZc_9Cw12hAjilPETzC48tSHrkUOpxZqDVj2ru9xsERg8VnxkrPFAr2ykVQ/s72-c/Photo_00010.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995867428096674801.post-5283375278989018077</id><published>2011-07-23T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T23:38:24.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Ferret</title><content type='html'>when I was 16, I met a boy named J. He was dating my friend Whitney at the time and came to our birthday. This was the same time I had met my late boyfriend. (we had the same birthday). When I first saw him, I thought he was gay. He had a cute little face, curly sandy blonde hair, and a girlish demeanor. It was a while before he and I started hanging out. But by our senior year we had begun our awesome friendship. We&#39;ve had some adventures together. Pretty fun times actually&lt;br /&gt;
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He now goes by the name Ferret. He looooooooves ferrets and occasionally wears a ferret tail. This guy has to be one of the best people I know. His stories are so magical I drool rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2z5jTKUJpri68oieupT08G10a-V0xExHOMlFhTVMXRe1efywNB99ZeYPjdmdakO05yglVZfm0WVZnSEZLDoFPEjd_Z4cUdA2Ufv9Ls5YQU9_29MCp_ez8SUV4JcLKJxJ_oSmcYMR5vbGc/s1600/stoned.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;251&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2z5jTKUJpri68oieupT08G10a-V0xExHOMlFhTVMXRe1efywNB99ZeYPjdmdakO05yglVZfm0WVZnSEZLDoFPEjd_Z4cUdA2Ufv9Ls5YQU9_29MCp_ez8SUV4JcLKJxJ_oSmcYMR5vbGc/s400/stoned.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ahhh. Happy days with good friends. Ferret and Pot</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/feeds/5283375278989018077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-friend-ferret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/5283375278989018077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995867428096674801/posts/default/5283375278989018077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pipasrants.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-friend-ferret.html' title='My friend Ferret'/><author><name>Pipa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07299100016111090971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiReDfz1T3nIU9lmL2DHwp7fQZq6RTgWO_lscVwXJtxSXYM5Le46Ijtgd8Dt7yYW1Oz_dld8Jhb4XJhJiHNYblCXTXUaTm7oYxd-LshzMVoWAigD65ej8ixvfUUzY3Ts/s220/269992_10150266344438649_663133648_7605245_3510460_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRWxoExygXj9gymvfjDwQGc5Uoxkzlbn8MgzL6S8yDEHcNGAOY86SywmbnS-46wsi0T-8y1wkpelDF5-xJ7OkozakfZiwshmD6YNW8gMFiL_pkDPvcL7QcjUQRxJZoTlW6IvUZ3YEHp1w/s72-c/poison.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>