<?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-3991915811510236206</id><updated>2024-10-17T07:58:10.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that Stick</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-6187293303285055808</id><published>2014-06-10T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-06-10T10:10:06.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten</title><content type='html'>Like so many things in life, when something big happens you have to drop everything to be apart of that big thing. And then some of the things you dropped will forever remain dropped until one day you look down or backwards and think, wow I forgot about this. That is what happened to me with this blog. I thought the last time I had posted was around a month or two ago, but it turns out it has been exactly one year. Last year at this time, I was putting on my dress and going inside of Mandel Hall getting ready for graduation. It was hot and gross inside, but on the outside it was a beautiful day. Flowers were blooming, and everything seemed perfect. Today, I just took a two hour math final inside of a room with all the lights off. There is a dark light shining through the windows, and it is raining outside. The sky is gray. It is cold; cold enough that I wore a hoodie and a coat to the final. This does not feel like summer. This does not feel like after eleven o’clock tomorrow, I will be done for three months and can sit outside in the hottest weather here, about 110 degrees. It is half that amount right now. I think I might need gloves. In New York, it is 79 and sunny. Here it is a dark hole of floods, wet, dark and cold. It’s also pretty lonely. I had a dream that it was snowing. Apparently, the ice caps have reached the point of no return, but you wouldn’t think that here because it’s that cold. I want to be in front of a fireplace. I have never read or seen Game of Thrones, but this is a quote that I think is fitting:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Nothing burns like the cold.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/346732.George_R_R_Martin&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;George R.R. Martin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1466917&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;A Game of Thrones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that nobody reads this, and I bet nobody ever will. If you have read this, than I apologize for leaving you hanging, but that is a pretty big doubt in my mind. There are billions of people in this world that have big thoughts like this, and if everyone were to write them down the world would be so much more interesting. I am going to find a blanket, to hopefully and finally get warm.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6187293303285055808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2014/06/forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/6187293303285055808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/6187293303285055808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2014/06/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-5725436937968565315</id><published>2013-04-14T18:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-14T18:18:48.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id=&quot;entries&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 5px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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HALLELUJAH:&amp;nbsp;Used to express joy, praise and thanks.&lt;/div&gt;
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That is how I am feeling right now. So relaxed. FINALLY. this is my day today:&lt;br /&gt;
1. Wake up&lt;br /&gt;
2. Play tennis&lt;br /&gt;
3. Have a big breakfast (english muffin and serving of oatmeal)&lt;br /&gt;
4. Write an essay (so much fun!!!)&lt;br /&gt;
5. Read Chapter Four of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;All Quiet on the Western Front&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. Write a story based off of what I read&lt;br /&gt;
7. Take a Walk with Mom&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; a. Go to Starbucks and get a Very Berry Hibiscus Refresher&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; b. Walk to Treasure Island and run into the rabbi&lt;br /&gt;
8. Bake mini-strawberry-and-blueberry pies&lt;br /&gt;
9. Do my science homework&lt;br /&gt;
10. Have dinner (fajitas :P)&lt;br /&gt;
11. Edit my essay&lt;br /&gt;
12. New blogpost&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5725436937968565315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/04/hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/5725436937968565315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/5725436937968565315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/04/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-1645335662034339800</id><published>2013-04-10T17:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-10T17:14:55.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OY VEY</title><content type='html'>Did you know that on April 6th 1917, the United States of America entered World War I? And did you know that on June 28th, 1914, Franz Ferdinand and his wife, Sofia, were shot?&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that probably most people know this. Learning about WWI is tiring. Honestly, it&#39;s really interesting, but there isn&#39;t enough time to learn about it, plus we have only spent a week or a week and a half learning.&lt;br /&gt;
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Boy has this week been a long one, and I am only halfway through! Test or quiz EVERY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;
Here is something I bet you didn&#39;t know: the second entry on urban dictionary for OY VEY is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;
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Jewish exasperated exclamation&lt;/div&gt;
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I have tons of homework tonight! Oy vey!&lt;/div&gt;
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Don&#39;t ask me if that is a coincidence but that is exactly what I am thinking right now!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/1645335662034339800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/04/oy-vey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/1645335662034339800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/1645335662034339800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/04/oy-vey.html' title='OY VEY'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-4722747463247340552</id><published>2013-04-06T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2013-04-06T13:25:29.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superpowers at his Command</title><content type='html'>I wish I had superpowers. I mean who doesn&#39;t? But the superpowers I wish for are the ones that you could use to make the world better. I wish I had the superpower of multiple identities, so that I could be a writer, actress &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a photojournalist. I wish I had the superpower to get people to apply good ideas that will help other people and animals and beings. I wish I had the superpower to give all the food in the world to the hungry, and give water to those who are thirsty, and give a home for those who are homeless. Think of what you could do with any superpower at &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;command.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4722747463247340552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/04/superpowers-at-his-command.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/4722747463247340552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/4722747463247340552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/04/superpowers-at-his-command.html' title='Superpowers at his Command'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-4190207333913583709</id><published>2013-03-10T09:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-10T09:57:53.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>I would just like to say that I think I have another favorite song!!!!! For those of you who don&#39;t know, I have a lot of favorite songs. But this one is high up there! &lt;u&gt;Stay&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Rihanna is one of THE BEST SONGS EVER. I feel like I can sort of relate to it. Not in terms of the romance where Chris Brown punches Rihanna in the face and yet she is still in love with him. Definitely NOT. But in other ways. Maybe I will sing it for graduation.&lt;div&gt;
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All along it was a fever&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;A cold sweat hot-headed believer&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;I threw my hands in the air and said, &quot;Show me something,&quot;&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;He said, &quot;If you dare come a little closer.&quot;&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Round and around and around and around we go&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Oh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Not really sure how to feel about it.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Something in the way you move&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Makes me feel like I can&#39;t live without you.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;It takes me all the way.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;I want you to stay&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;It&#39;s not much of a life you&#39;re living&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;It&#39;s not just something you take – it&#39;s given&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Round and around and around and around we go&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Oh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Not really sure how to feel about it.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Something in the way you move&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Makes me feel like I can&#39;t live without you.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;It takes me all the way.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;I want you to stay.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Oh the reason I hold on&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Oh cause I need this hole gone&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Funny you&#39;re the broken one but I&#39;m the only one who needed saving&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Cause when you never see the light it&#39;s hard to know which one of us is caving&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Not really sure how to feel about it.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Something in the way you move&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Makes me feel like I can&#39;t live without you.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;It takes me all the way.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;I want you to stay, stay.&lt;br style=&quot;border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;I want you to stay, oh.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4190207333913583709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/03/stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/4190207333913583709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/4190207333913583709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/03/stay.html' title='Stay'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-2357098479923817256</id><published>2013-03-03T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-03T18:38:02.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenidos a Marzo</title><content type='html'>Hey!!!! So it is March. FINALLY! My favorite month. Of the whole year. EEEEEEEK! To completely spin the blog around and go in a full circle, I am really happy! Sorry about the exclamation points, but I feel like exclaiming, so it&#39;s okay. Well, in Belize it is about 75 degrees, while in Chicago it is 29 and snowy and in Boston last week there was a blizzard. So yeah, crazy. But that&#39;s why I love March. It&#39;s like a curse has been lifted. No more stress.&lt;br /&gt;
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Book of the month: Wicked.&amp;nbsp;This is my book to conquer for March.&amp;nbsp;You should read it too.&amp;nbsp;It asks, &quot;Are people born wicked? Or is wickedness thrust upon them?&quot; Post what you think. I will share my thoughts in the next time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“Remember this: Nothing is written in the stars. Not these stars, nor any others. No one controls your destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even at the very worst - there is always choice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“Where I&#39;m from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren&#39;t true... we call it history.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“People who claim that they&#39;re evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It&#39;s people who claim that they&#39;re good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7025.Gregory_Maguire&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Gregory Maguire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1479280&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2357098479923817256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/03/bienvenidos-marzo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/2357098479923817256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/2357098479923817256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/03/bienvenidos-marzo.html' title='Bienvenidos a Marzo'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-7233129094499691771</id><published>2013-02-27T16:03:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-27T16:03:53.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day of the Month</title><content type='html'>Hi. I am not writing to anybody anymore, because I know that nobody reads this. Except for me. So if you do happen to come across this, read it. Because I am just like everybody else. I found this quote about moving on. I am in a depressed mood, so I am posting this.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn&#39;t stop for anybody.” - &amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Perks of Being a Wallflower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s Time. Not to quote the theme song for Perks, but seriously guys it&#39;s time. Get a fresh slate. Please do. I am getting a fresh slate too. On the first last day of the month of february in 2013. There won&#39;t be another one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Here is another Perks quote. But this one, this is good. It makes a real statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“I would die for you. But I won&#39;t live for you.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7233129094499691771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-last-day-of-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/7233129094499691771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/7233129094499691771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-last-day-of-month.html' title='The Last Day of the Month'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-2495647404779560385</id><published>2013-01-30T14:31:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-30T14:31:42.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPS LOCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Hey! You want to know something scary? There are 6 of you out there and I know that 5 out of 6 have been using Firefox to look up this blog. I also know that you all have Macs. I know its not interesting, but I just wanted to put that out there. I don&#39;t know who is reading this, if you are, COMMENT so that I will know that they are not just fake people. Anyways, how are you? I notice I talk a lot about myself on this blog because I am writing out my feelings and all that jazz. But I never ask how you are. Maybe it&#39;s because there&#39;s nobody to answer. Not that you&#39;re nobody, you are all just to shy to let me know. Hey, I do know one more thing. Who here is looking at this who is from Alaska? Because I also know that at least one of you lives in Alaska. I am not being creepy, don&#39;t worry. I am just looking at my stats for my blog. STATS OF WEBPAGES ARE SO FUN TO LOOK AT! Okay now I am going to stop asking about you because there is a high probability you aren&#39;t going to answer. However, I still think that all of you are awesome people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;I am performing on Saturday, and I am really nervous. Actually that&#39;s a lie. I am not nervous whatsoever. I am just scared that I&#39;ll forget my lines. Don&#39;t worry, I&#39;ve done it many a time before. I have all A&#39;s except by less than 1% off in a nameless class. Which is really good news! Ok so another thing. HOW THE HECK DID IT BECOME FEBRUARY? Yes I know that it is January 30th, less than 36 hours from now it will be February and then spring. YES.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/2495647404779560385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/01/caps-lock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/2495647404779560385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/2495647404779560385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/01/caps-lock.html' title='CAPS LOCK'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-3854144178964809</id><published>2013-01-12T13:34:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-12T13:34:39.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They speak for themselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/12080.Ralph_Waldo_Emerson&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“Here&#39;s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They&#39;re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can&#39;t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4107100.Apple_Inc_&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Apple Inc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“You&#39;ve gotta dance like there&#39;s nobody watching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Love like you&#39;ll never be hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Sing like there&#39;s nobody listening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And live like it&#39;s heaven on earth.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1744830.William_W_Purkey&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;William W. Purkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I&#39;m not sure about the universe.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9810.Albert_Einstein&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3565.Oscar_Wilde&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“You know you&#39;re in love when you can&#39;t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/61105.Dr_Seuss&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/259666.Mae_West&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Mae West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/44566.Eleanor_Roosevelt&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Eleanor Roosevelt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;―&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3565.Oscar_Wilde&quot; style=&quot;color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.” - Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/3854144178964809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/01/they-speak-for-themselves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/3854144178964809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/3854144178964809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2013/01/they-speak-for-themselves.html' title='They speak for themselves'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-9165461095412679771</id><published>2012-12-31T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-31T08:11:09.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12/31</title><content type='html'>I feel like the last day of the year is one of the most important ones. It&#39;s a time to make goals and resolutions, and a time to try and make up for all the things you did wrong in the last year. It&#39;s a time for apologies to be accepted and friendships to blossom. I love New Years, because it&#39;s the first day of the new year and the last day of the old year. The start of new beginnings. I love new beginnings. Sometimes they can be hard, but they are important, because without them, life would be pretty pointless. Until next year, have a good one. Oh, and make today matter. Make it count.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/9165461095412679771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/12/1231.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/9165461095412679771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/9165461095412679771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/12/1231.html' title='12/31'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-5600704726643805625</id><published>2012-11-28T15:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-28T15:16:39.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Shopping</title><content type='html'>Finally, it&#39;s my FAVORITE time of year. The holiday season has arrived! Black friday has passed and now all the stores are having sales! Everybody is so cheerful and full of holiday spirit. I &amp;lt;3 christmas time. I love all the decoration and ice skating and hot chocolate. Yum..... sinking into my serenity</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5600704726643805625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/11/holiday-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/5600704726643805625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/5600704726643805625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/11/holiday-shopping.html' title='Holiday Shopping'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-5807751935845276669</id><published>2012-11-28T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-11-28T15:08:58.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are people out there who don&#39;t know what to be thankful for</title><content type='html'>There are people out there who don&#39;t know what to be thankful for. Which really makes me sad. And on a day (more like week since it&#39;s been almost a week since thanksgiving) that you are supposed to be happy, it&#39;s really quite depressing that I&#39;m thinking that way. That is the pessimistic streak in side me. On the other hand, it reminds me that I should be thankful for what I do have and not angry at what I don&#39;t. What do you think?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/5807751935845276669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/11/there-are-people-out-there-who-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/5807751935845276669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/5807751935845276669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/11/there-are-people-out-there-who-dont.html' title='There are people out there who don&#39;t know what to be thankful for'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-6375725737401371879</id><published>2012-11-02T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-11-02T08:57:56.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I step outside, the cold bites my skin</title><content type='html'>Boy, is it FREEZING outside. I am beginning to have that feeling that occurs annually, when I feel like an eskimo. Bundled up in my North Face jacket with a sweater underneath and a furry hat. The scarves making me feel like I want to choke when around my neck, but still trying to wear them, because they make you look a lot more like a fashionable eskimo, instead of a clunky one. And at last there are the gloves. The ones that you leave in your locker and forget about, until you step outside and say, &quot;I should have brought gloves to school today,&quot; or &quot;Where did I leave them,&quot; or &quot;Shoot, I only put one in my backpack for the weekend.&quot; Poor gloves. Mine must be in denial.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is part of me that wants to start busting out the Williams-Sonoma peppermint hot chocolate, with the chocolate covered peppermint sticks. Or the hot apple cider with the cinnamon sticks that if you put in your mouth plain, the taste is so strong, you feel like you&#39;re about to throw up. I feel like I should be going to the store and buying gifts for the holidays, based on the Kohl&#39;s commercials I see on TV. But then I come to realize that I haven&#39;t even gotten my mom&#39;s birthday present. Oh crap. Halloween was only two days ago. Whoa. I guess it&#39;s because of the geometry test and the day off from school and the hopeless hours of migraines from the weather changing that makes it feel like forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have I already written two paragraphs? Whoops. I was trying to keep it short. Oh well. Screw it. Tell me a sad story or sing me a sad song.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I look out the window, I see the weirdest thing. Why the heck are there green leaves covering the trees and it&#39;s sunny outside? Then I turn around, to see that practically every other tree has no leaves. Currently, it&#39;s about 39-41 degrees. I never got how the different weather sites have different temperatures. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m beginning to realize that it&#39;s 10:56 am and I should probably start studying for the Constitution test in a couple of weeks. Ugh. I&#39;m stalling because all I want to do is finish my lemon tea and calm down my stupid cold that I&#39;ve gotten for the second time this month. BLEH.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6375725737401371879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/11/when-i-step-outside-cold-bites-my-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/6375725737401371879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/6375725737401371879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/11/when-i-step-outside-cold-bites-my-skin.html' title='When I step outside, the cold bites my skin'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-7987449620940968927</id><published>2012-11-01T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-11-01T07:30:43.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>Long time no post. Things have been pretty hectic lately, with the Constitution test in two weeks, and who knows how many other quizzes and tests there have been since the first day of school. In my mind, it seems like a billion. Halloween was yesterday, and I was Cookie Monster, such a cheerful character. My friend (who was Oscar the Grouch), held up a sign saying &quot;Keep me in a job&quot; or something along those lines. I was considering being Wednesday Addams, and I&#39;m kind of wish I had. On the other hand, I had so much fun with my three friends. On Monday, it&#39;ll be November 5th, and for those who know, it&#39;ll be a hard day. But I&#39;ll take it when it comes. Know matter what gets thrown at you remember two things:&lt;br /&gt;
1. If you want to be successful at what you love, &quot;There is no elevator for success. You have to take the stairs.&quot; - Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;
2. &quot;Always keep your face towards the sunshine.&quot; - Walt Whitman&lt;br /&gt;
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If anybody is out there reading this, anyone at all, I hope that you&#39;re not laughing when you read these or think that they are stupid. I hope that you think that it&#39;s just somebody out there expressing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
Happy November.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/7987449620940968927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/7987449620940968927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/7987449620940968927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-76584377568799627</id><published>2012-09-21T14:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-21T14:41:43.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth to me...</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been so spacey lately it&#39;s not even funny. School is... well, school. I&#39;ve written 2 papers so far for humanities and have had 6 quizzes in the last three days. Ugh. I&#39;ve decided to list some Marilyn Monroe quotes that I really like and keeps me focused. They are very humorous as well. Enjoy!&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they&#39;re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it&#39;s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“This life is what you make it. Not matter what, you&#39;re going to mess up sometimes, it&#39;s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you&#39;re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they&#39;ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, somg go. The ones that stay with you through everything - they&#39;re your true best friends. Don&#39;t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they&#39;ll come and go too. And babve, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can&#39;t give up becuase if you give up, you&#39;ll never find your soul mate. You&#39;ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn&#39;t mean you&#39;re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don&#39;t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life&#39;s a beautiful thing and there&#39;s so much to smile about.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;“Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;-Marilyn Monroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/76584377568799627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/09/earth-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/76584377568799627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/76584377568799627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/09/earth-to-me.html' title='Earth to me...'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-6594957005992133602</id><published>2012-09-07T10:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-07T10:10:39.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Down</title><content type='html'>This year is going to be very challenging, but not because of the repertoire that is going to be taught. It&#39;ll be a mix between the social hierarchy of 8th grade, people coming and going for high school, supporting friends through their challenges and facing my own.&lt;br /&gt;
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Back to school, for me, is like a clean slate; a chance to show my new fashion sense (not that I have much of one), make new friends (but keep the old (remember that song?)), set new goals, have new things to look forward to. It&#39;s another chapter of life. However, if you were to write a book about school (excluding college), there would be only 15 chapters in it. I am starting chapter 11. It&#39;s hard to believe how far I&#39;ve come.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, there are only 3 days left until school begins. Each year is different from the others. This year, will be a year filled with new challenges, new twists, new opportunities, like the others. It&#39;s time to prepare for another unique year, different than the rest.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/6594957005992133602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/09/counting-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/6594957005992133602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/6594957005992133602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/09/counting-down.html' title='Counting Down'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-4372870194979956008</id><published>2012-08-30T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-07T10:01:07.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nameless Post</title><content type='html'>As I have been going on this wacky journey that I like to call summer, I have learned not to set the bar to high. When you&#39;re looking forward to doing something and it doesn&#39;t happen, you are usually very disappointed. However, if you look for it, the best times come from the little stuff or things you do every day; like going to school or being with your family. Sometimes after a little while in the summer, you long to see a familiar face to my everyday life for a day. One full day. For a lot of people, it&#39;s their friends. For me, it&#39;s not only my friends, but faces of the people I&#39;m surrounded with. Even if I really dislike them, it&#39;s comforting that not &lt;i&gt;everything &lt;/i&gt;has changed. But a sometimes, it might not happen. Or when it does, you&#39;re to upset to notice. That&#39;s what happened to me. At Don&#39;s funeral, lots of people showed up from school. I mean, you would want that to happen. He is the dad of three students of my school, including one of my best friends. Anyways, I was to upset about what was going on to even notice all of the familiar faces that were around me. And by the time I noticed, they were no longer there. By the time I noticed, the funeral was over.&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn&#39;t quite know what to name this post. Tell me what you think I should name it, and times this summer you have felt the same.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/4372870194979956008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/08/august-30th-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/4372870194979956008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/4372870194979956008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/08/august-30th-2012.html' title='Nameless Post'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3991915811510236206.post-363814058628744118</id><published>2012-08-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-03-10T10:00:08.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Loss</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be sad. So don&#39;t cry when you read it. Take in the lessons and think of the people like the one I describe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a question for you: Why do some of the greatest people die young? What is death really?&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a question that can&#39;t really be answered. Saying someone has died and saying someone is gone are two completely different things. When someone is gone, they are gone forever, never to be seen or heard from or of, again. However, when death takes a person, they are still there. Where, do you ask? In your HEART and in your MIND. Their physical appearance might be gone, but the best qualities about the person are still there. Their lessons, their memories, their loves. They leave us with their motivations and challenges. They leave us with their approach to life and the way they loved their family. Or the way that they helped people and the way they made everyone feel like they were at home. And of course, the way they strived to change peoples lives for the better, whether saving lives with their profession or giving advice. These qualities are in lots of people, but it is hard to find a person who has them all.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a person I know who just past away a few weeks ago. And most or all of the people who are actually reading this blog know who he is. He devoted his life to helping all children. In this sense, he is an inspiration to all of us. He is in many other ways. But he was like any other man in that he loved his family more than anything in the world. Unlike most people, however, he was devoted to his family and he guided his family. He still does, with the lessons he left behind. But he doesn&#39;t just teach his family. Every person who would be near him, would feel the radiance of his smile or the warmth of his heart. It would shine down on you. Not just shine, but glisten. There are not many ways to describe it. However, I am going to try. He was a person who encouraged people. He encouraged people to try new things, and to not give up. Whether it was on studying material for your science final, trying Chinese food halfway around the world, or encouraging people to find their passion in life. Like playing the guitar or the piano, or baseball. To do things you enjoy, like to write or to play video games. He put every person to ease in all social settings. He made each individual who stepped near him or into his home, feel special or important. And the magical thing about it, was he made each person feel special or important in a unique way. A completely different way than any other person.&lt;br /&gt;
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I bet you can think of other people who have gone on some of the same quests and possess the qualities and traits in their lives that this person embodied. The lesson of this post is a way to live your life and to inspire people around you and be inspired. When you lose someone, you keep with them the lessons they taught you and the love they&#39;ve given you. We should strive to make a difference in not only the our own lives, but the lives of others. He gave random acts of kindness. This is a way to live life. And to live life to it&#39;s fullest in that way.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/feeds/363814058628744118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/08/things-that-dont-make-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/363814058628744118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3991915811510236206/posts/default/363814058628744118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningwiththeyoung.blogspot.com/2012/08/things-that-dont-make-sense.html' title='Lessons from Loss'/><author><name>Eliana :D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16636854630055946132</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>