<?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-2095230184889323650</id><updated>2024-09-04T15:57:16.036-07:00</updated><category term="Sir Anthony Hopkins Dr. Hannibal Lecter Silence of the Lambs Red Dragon Thriller/Mystery Books Movies"/><category term="Pet peeve vent mature adult children"/><category term="Self - Help Psychology your brain"/><category term="Update"/><category term="art"/><category term="craft"/><category term="goldfish"/><category term="painting"/><category term="random"/><category term="snow"/><title type='text'>Review My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>When visiting this blog you may come across some personal posts mixed with book reviews. I am a random person, and my blog reflects that. ~ B.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-5279505142007841809</id><published>2011-03-10T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T06:35:47.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childrens DVD Giveaway on TCC!</title><content type='html'>I have decided to enter this giveaway to with a DVD for the little girl I babysit. She loves Angelina Ballerina, and it would be exciting to win. &lt;br /&gt;
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Two Classy Chics hold several giveaways on their blog, twoclassychics.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;
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You can also find their button on my blog here and they are added to my blogroll!&lt;br /&gt;
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Check them out!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5279505142007841809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/03/childrens-dvd-giveaway-on-tcc.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/5279505142007841809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/5279505142007841809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/03/childrens-dvd-giveaway-on-tcc.html' title='Childrens DVD Giveaway on TCC!'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-4347658374866345112</id><published>2011-03-08T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:10:47.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Babez Giveaway on Two Classy Chics</title><content type='html'>The first time I heard about Bubble Babez was on YouTube through the lovely Dana (@danalajeunesse). I have been tempted to try their products, but have not saved enough as of late. I really want to go all out, but I don&#39;t want to get too carried away.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw a RT (re-tweet) on Twitter about the contest. It ends today, and I thought I would enter. And even if I don&#39;t win, I will still want to buy from them! &lt;br /&gt;
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The contest is held at twoclassychics.blogspot.com, they have a TON of giveaways on their site! If you missed out on this, check them out for more. I have them on my blogroll as well as a button here! &lt;br /&gt;
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You won&#39;t be disappointed!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4347658374866345112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/03/bubble-babez-giveaway-on-two-classy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/4347658374866345112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/4347658374866345112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/03/bubble-babez-giveaway-on-two-classy.html' title='Bubble Babez Giveaway on Two Classy Chics'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-6982060721728236899</id><published>2011-03-02T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:00:00.648-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pet peeve vent mature adult children"/><title type='text'>Rated M for Mature (Vent)</title><content type='html'>One of my biggest pet peeves is when adults don&#39;t act their age and LACK the ability to register responsibility. Many of the examples that come to mind have no excuse not to act like a level-headed adult. &lt;br /&gt;
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Some &quot;popular&quot; examples are: the Britney Spears incident, Lindsay Lohan, or the most recent; Christina Aguilera getting arrested for public intoxication. Two out of the three are PARENTS no less, and it makes me sick to see these parents acting like unintelligent underage teens!&lt;br /&gt;
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But I have also seen some examples in my personal life. I shouldn&#39;t name names, and I won&#39;t, but I get that urge every now and then when one of these (what I like to call) &quot;sudden screw-ups&quot; gets this bright idea to post pictures of how much alcohol they&#39;ve consumed. Or show how much they party. Then turn around and express how much life sucks and how they don&#39;t want to live.&lt;br /&gt;
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I call them &quot;sudden screw-ups&quot; because they made smarter choices in the past and were not so careless, at one point in time.&lt;br /&gt;
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But aside from the fact that depression is a mental condition, the other issues here are for one; unacceptable. I cannot stress enough that you are a fucking PARENT, and need to focus on caring for your children MORE than hanging out with people younger than you, drinking and partying. You missed out on that option when you brought a child into the world. &lt;br /&gt;
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There are more adult ways to enjoy life, but that takes maturity and a bit more sophistication than displaying pictures on Facebook with the look on your face that shows you are more than just shit-faced. &lt;br /&gt;
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If your children mean the world to you, then prove it. If you keep up this tasteless way of living/parenting, then your children will and SHOULD be taken from you. You have, essentially, two choices: straighten up and be the mature adult you NEED to be in order to survive; or keep ruining your life, losing everything and everyone you love. &lt;br /&gt;
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You will wonder why you are lonely, depressed and have a bad functioning liver and/or kidney (if issues are alcohol related). Quit your bad habits, work hard to earn money to take care of your kids and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a parent, your children should always come first. Not the bottle. Not drugs or parties. Your children and keeping a level-mind. Then, and only then, will happiness occur and life will fall easily into place.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6982060721728236899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/03/rated-m-for-mature-vent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/6982060721728236899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/6982060721728236899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/03/rated-m-for-mature-vent.html' title='Rated M for Mature (Vent)'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-3853871436742573161</id><published>2011-02-21T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:36:38.242-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="craft"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goldfish"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sir Anthony Hopkins Dr. Hannibal Lecter Silence of the Lambs Red Dragon Thriller/Mystery Books Movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Update"/><title type='text'>Long Time, No Blog</title><content type='html'>It has been too long since the last time I blogged, and I apologize for being MIA. I feel this post will be all over the place {this blog already is, as well as my brain}. But I have been feeling extremely creative as of, the last couple of hours. I&#39;ve been wanting to be creative the past few days, but I haven&#39;t had the motivation. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, the snow is now upon us, or at least on me here in New Philly. The 60 degree weather a couple of days ago seriously got my hopes up, it&#39;s practically a blizzard out there now! &lt;br /&gt;
I really crave warm spring weather now that the snow is back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have already daydreamed about what I want to do when the warmer months come. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d like to get my fishing license. Buy a camouflage hat. Buy a decent pair of sunglasses. Buy cowboy boots in the near future as well. &lt;br /&gt;
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But then that got me thinking, my creative side suddenly kicked in and has been kicked into over-drive. I have been making a list of the artistic things I would like to try and/ or get back into.&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven&#39;t painted since I moved here. I&#39;ve had painting ideas in my head for months. &lt;br /&gt;
But now, it&#39;s more than painting (like with the acrylics I had been using before). Now I want to teach myself how to use watercolor paints. I want to play with my charcoal pencils some more. I also want to start making things like: jewelry {simple necklaces}, headbands.&lt;br /&gt;
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As some of you might know I want to lose a bit of weight and change my eating habits completely. When I am able, and comfortable to, I want to start wearing dresses. Buy floral-y tops, paired with jeans (eventually jean shorts) and cowboy boots. &lt;br /&gt;
Cowboy boots, thats another thing. I want a nice pair, and pair it with a lot of outfits. I want a more country girl style, at least every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;
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I will probably do some thrift store shopping. I can always rely on finding interesting things there. I want to be more thrifty. That&#39;s another form of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also want to someday learn how to sew with a sewing machine. To make my own clothes, just simple stuff. Dresses and tops mostly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Either way, I will most likely find myself in Jo-Ann Fabrics in the not so distant future. &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sure I will update you with all the things I have started to do, all the projects I complete. Maybe you will find a post about me opening an etsy shop. &lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;d be the first to hear about it, I&#39;m sure. &lt;br /&gt;
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I might sell some of my photography prints on there. I photograph mostly nature. &lt;br /&gt;
Like my fish. OH, yes, I have goldfish now. Me and my honey got together and made it a little project. I love them. I have pictures but have difficulties uploading, but I will share when I get it figured out! &lt;br /&gt;
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I have been wanting a fish for the past few weeks. But I will write more about them in another post.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also need to get back into my book reviews. I&#39;m such a slacker! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I will create a blog for my photography, a blog for my book reviews, and keep this one as personal. Or just lump it together to keep it interesting. &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, I love feedback, whenever I get it. &lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s always appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;
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Much love.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;3 Britt.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3853871436742573161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3853871436742573161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3853871436742573161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/02/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, No Blog'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-7614271805649442671</id><published>2011-01-13T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:48:28.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt like sharing..</title><content type='html'>The last two posts were different from anything I&#39;ve posted. I wrote those two, I&#39;m not even sure if I should call them poems, September 2010. It was a different way of writing, for me, and I tear up whenever I re-read them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I will have to start writing this way. It was easy and the words just flowed. And that&#39;s what you want, a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know this is a short post, but I wanted to try and explain the last two entries. Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;
Should I write more like that? And should I post them here?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7614271805649442671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-felt-like-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/7614271805649442671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/7614271805649442671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-felt-like-sharing.html' title='I felt like sharing..'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-1882120431687833412</id><published>2011-01-09T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:55:20.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Gone (9/21/10)</title><content type='html'>There is a weight, too heavy to lift, surrounding me. I want nothing more than to leave it there. It lets me runaway from where I am. But leaves me with a consequence. Never can I please it. Never does it like my choices.&lt;br /&gt;
The only way to lose it, is to lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am lost, only focused on my vision before me. A numbing pain is coursing through me. A mental numbness. An emotional drowning. I can not let go. I can not walk away. The only way I see out, is to end the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
To end who I am. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have been corrupted. Manipulated. I can not keep this life that is getting no where. I get no where. &lt;br /&gt;
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I see myself going through. I feel the vibrations of your call. Once it stops, it starts again. I imagine you pissed. I imagine you worried. I wonder if you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder if you blame yourself. For pushing me away. For pushing me to this edge. For not showing me another way out. For making life a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;
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I see you now. I wish I could tell you what it is like. It felt heavy at first.&lt;br /&gt;
Like I was soaked to my core. There was a pressure, but now it is gone. I feel no more physical pain. I want to cry, but nothing comes. I want to say I am sorry, but no words can form. I want to wrap my arms around you, but they do not move. I am forever still. Forever standing. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can hear you. I can hear the pain in your voice. I remember how that kind of pain felt. You are looking at me now. Looking right through me. Making me feel empty.&lt;br /&gt;
You made me feel whole. I hope you know that. &lt;br /&gt;
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I can not blame you for this. It is not your fault. You are not the only one to do those things to me. I have done worse to myself. I am no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;
This is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;
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I let the darkness close in on me. I knew I was close when I could not feel the vibrations of your calls. I still see you calling. You do not know where I am.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could tell you. I am safe. I am not far. You will not like what happened.&lt;br /&gt;
You will not like what I let happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not feel hot. I do not feel cold. I do not feel a glow. I do not hear anyone calling me. I only hear you. I only see you. I only feel you. And I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only feeling that was ever worth living for, I no longer have.&lt;br /&gt;
I let it go. I let you go. I didn&#39;t mean to. I want to do you no harm.&lt;br /&gt;
Now I no longer can. No more fights. No more bad times.&lt;br /&gt;
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But no more good times. No more future. No more happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
I know I was selfish. I know I was a coward. I wonder if you feel me near.&lt;br /&gt;
You look up to the sky now. Your face is damp. Your eyes are glazed with fear and sadness. Your bottom lip quivers. Your entire body shivers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh how I wish I could hold you. Oh how I wish I was there to wipe your tears, calm your fears and shivers. I have hurt you more than I ever thought was possible. I have hurt you more than you deserve. I think you now understand loss. But please, do not stop living for me. I do not know if we will see each other if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not see anyone else. I do not walk, nor do I float. I am all here and I am not hurt. I think of a place I would like to be and I am there. But I do not know how I got there. &lt;br /&gt;
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You are looking at your phone now. I am looking over your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
You are looking at my picture. Your eyes sprinkle the screen with drops.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish even more to take back what I have done. Can I just lay where I left myself? Can I just force one more breath? &lt;br /&gt;
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Let me try. Oh please, let me try!&lt;br /&gt;
But I will stay a little longer. I am not ready to leave you now. I do not know if I will be back. You whisper my name. I feel a breeze. Can that be? Is it me?&lt;br /&gt;
It blows against your cheek. My hand is there as well. I remember how it feels. &lt;br /&gt;
You are so warm. But I do not feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to make you a promise. But you can not hear me. My hand caresses your cheek now. You hold your breath. Do you feel me? Do you know I am here?&lt;br /&gt;
You glance around, but you are alone. You do not see me. You whisper that you love me. I whisper back, in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am pulling away. I can not control this. I do not know where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;
I see myself. I am back with me. I am getting closer and closer to myself. I am over top. My chest it moves. My heart it beats. I fade away, into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cough abruptly. My chest, it hurts. My body is no longer numb. My eyes, they burn. I catch a breath. I feel the beat in my chest. I look up at the sky. I am now alive. Or was I still. I do not know what happend to me. I see your calls that I missed. Phone to ear, I hear your voice. It shakes and I find it hard to speak. Can I still? There is no way to explain what happened. I feel like I have no time to waste. &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I am sorry,&quot; I say. &quot;I love you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
You gasp. I hear you cry. And we are quiet for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
And that is okay with me. As I catch my breath, I smile. &lt;br /&gt;
I can not be without you again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1882120431687833412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/never-gone-92110.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/1882120431687833412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/1882120431687833412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/never-gone-92110.html' title='Never Gone (9/21/10)'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-4665538654020953251</id><published>2011-01-09T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:46:44.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time (something I wrote a few months ago)</title><content type='html'>(9/22/10)&lt;br /&gt;
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No light, no reassurance from the eyes I trust the most.&lt;br /&gt;
I look longingly into the deep seas of blue. Hoping for a wave.&lt;br /&gt;
A movement. A shimmer of hope. A glint of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
But I find none.&lt;br /&gt;
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A sea of lonely consumes me. I am left with nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
My hopes and dreams are shattered. &lt;br /&gt;
They crash against the pavement. Then against the mighty rocks.&lt;br /&gt;
I feel a layer of heat around me. Then a cold breeze cuts&lt;br /&gt;
through me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do not move against the sand. The sand surrounds my feet.&lt;br /&gt;
I close my eyes. I let it take me. Away from the pain.&lt;br /&gt;
I do not suffer. I do not wake. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am still breathing. I do not move.&lt;br /&gt;
I am thinking. Thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;
How I wish you were right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;
You move me in a way I can not move myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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You have kept me safe for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;
I can not find a way to thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
I thought time was on our side, but it was the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;
It took you away. I curse time. It hates me.&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate it for taking so long. I hate that it is always the answer.&lt;br /&gt;
No one knows how horrible it is. No one understands how painful.&lt;br /&gt;
Time is sharp. Time is quick. Time is heavy, slick, and thick.&lt;br /&gt;
Time moves slowly. Time stands still. &lt;br /&gt;
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Time manipulates. And captures you against your will.&lt;br /&gt;
Time takes advantage. Time feeds on your every breath.&lt;br /&gt;
Time consumes you. Time becomes you. Time is your fear.&lt;br /&gt;
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I see no light upon the sea of blue surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;
I feel no warmth. I feel no cold. I feel no fear. &lt;br /&gt;
There is nothing to hold. I am lost and alone.&lt;br /&gt;
You have not found me. I do not feel if you are near.&lt;br /&gt;
I only wish that I could hear the sound of your voice.&lt;br /&gt;
Whisper my name. Tell me that time is on our side, again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please tell me that you are back and here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t let time take you away.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4665538654020953251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-something-i-wrote-few-months-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/4665538654020953251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/4665538654020953251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-something-i-wrote-few-months-ago.html' title='Time (something I wrote a few months ago)'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-3910284546811723601</id><published>2011-01-02T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:18:07.666-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Self - Help Psychology your brain"/><title type='text'>Your Creative Brain</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through this book magazine that my local Library puts out each month called the BookPage. It&#39;s filled with book reviews, which is my kind of magazine. I have a few of them already, and I am always looking in them for books I want to read.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the most recent issue, there is a featured section called New Year, New You. I won&#39;t get into that little cliche phrase, but I have been wanting to improve myself for a while. I just haven&#39;t found the motivation. But being on this little book &quot;kick&quot; I think now would be the best time.&lt;br /&gt;
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One book caught my attention, out of all the featured &quot;self - help&quot; books listed. &lt;i&gt;Your Creative Brain&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Shelley Carson, PH.D. Genre: Psychology.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have no experience with Psychology. I have never taken any classes and I&#39;ve never read any books. But the topic can always seem interesting. So I thought I would give this book a shot (when I have nothing else to read, my reading schedule is booked, haha).&lt;br /&gt;
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There are quizzes and exercises that help you understand how your brain works so that you can use it most effectively. - What could it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;
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It can&#39;t hurt to want to change a few things about yourself, or improve yourself. There is always room for improvement. You just have to WANT to change/improve yourself. So I will work on it. It will help me feel better about myself. I am pretty much past the &quot;I&#39;m Ugly&quot; stage in life. I don&#39;t care what people think about me. I need to work on voicing my opinion more openly. I will get there. Life will be enjoyable. Life will be put together. I just have to find the pieces and make them fit.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3910284546811723601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-creative-brain.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3910284546811723601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3910284546811723601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-creative-brain.html' title='Your Creative Brain'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-880301544746233221</id><published>2011-01-02T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:00:34.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: Red Dragon by Thomas Harris</title><content type='html'>I believe a book review is long overdue. So today I will give you a review on &lt;i&gt;Red Dragon &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Thomas Harris.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Red Dragon&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is the first book in a three book series that introduces you to Dr. Hannibal &quot;the Cannibal&quot; Lecter.&lt;br /&gt;
The movies, starring Sir Anthony Hopkins, are based upon these books.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whether you have seen the movies or not, this book is a good read. I have mentioned before that I have a tough time reading books that I&#39;ve seen as movies. But for some reason with this series, I make an&amp;nbsp;exception.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Red Dragon&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;isn&#39;t all about Hannibal, though. It is about a man who calls himself &lt;i&gt;Red Dragon&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and admires Lecter&#39;s &quot;work&quot;. Lecter is asked to help with the case.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a very basic review, because I think you should go and read the book.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/880301544746233221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/book-review-red-dragon-by-thomas-harris.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/880301544746233221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/880301544746233221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2011/01/book-review-red-dragon-by-thomas-harris.html' title='Book Review: Red Dragon by Thomas Harris'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-5029952273825837254</id><published>2010-12-31T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:59:36.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Again, I am undecided on a title for this post, but I will just leave it blank.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this post I want to discuss my new discovery. Or rather &quot;discoveries&quot;. And that would be new genres (talking about books).&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been getting more and more into reading (almost a love/hate, on again/off again relationship) and have been venturing into new genres.&lt;br /&gt;
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I still enjoy romance, as well as comedy. But I have been getting into Murder Mysteries/ Thrillers/ Crime novels, as well as some Fiction. I&#39;ve been experimenting with authors as well. Right now I&#39;m reading the Hannibal series by Thomas Harris. I finished &lt;i&gt;Red Dragon &lt;/i&gt;and am now on &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Silence of the Lambs&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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But over the past few days I have found a few books I want to start reading. I want to read &lt;i&gt;The Diary of Anne Frank&lt;/i&gt;, as well as a book called &lt;i&gt;Your Creative Brain&lt;/i&gt;, which is Psychology. I want to start reading books that are somewhat &quot;self-help&quot;. Books that help me improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the New Year quickly&amp;nbsp;approaching, I figured that would be the best thing for me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5029952273825837254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/again-i-am-undecided-on-title-for-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/5029952273825837254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/5029952273825837254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/again-i-am-undecided-on-title-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-3790992005528445740</id><published>2010-12-31T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:49:34.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsure of a Title..</title><content type='html'>Tuesday I went to visit my friend and some family. I stayed until Thursday afternoon. But I must say that Tuesday night was the most fun. I had the opportunity to watch my grandma play the Wii. We all died of laughter. My arm is sore from ping pong and playing the Wii. I had a blast. I wish my grandma lived closer because I could do that every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thursday, however, wasn&#39;t that much of a blasty-blast. It was an eventful day, I believe. I left my parents house to go home, stopped for gas, and was at a red light waiting to turn left so I could hop onto the freeway. Well, the car in front of me wasn&#39;t moving (the surrounding traffic was) and the light had turned green. I started to move because I didn&#39;t want to roll back into a car behind me. Well, I ended up bumping into the car in front of me. Long story short, she was a girl around my age. It was her first &quot;accident&quot; and she had to call the cops or her mom would &quot;kill&quot; her if she didn&#39;t. There was no damage. Nothing was exchanged. Everyone was okay. The cops didn&#39;t even ask for information. I didn&#39;t get a ticket, which was great.&lt;br /&gt;
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I stopped at Walmart when I got back home, because my ring came in yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I made a second trip to Walmart, noticed it got extremely foggy, and while I was waiting in line with my arms filled with stuff, their power went out. It was rather creepy. Eventually they sent everyone home. Every store surrounding the Walmart, was out of power. But I was relieved to see lights once I drove past the railroad tracks. I was happy to have power.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the last thing I would like to add before I make this post any more off-topic: I think I solved my book writing&amp;nbsp;dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ve always wanted (and tried) to write a book. But I have found it difficult to stick to one story that fills an entire book. So I realized I could write and publish short stories! Haha, that is all! Problem solved.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3790992005528445740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/unsure-of-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3790992005528445740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3790992005528445740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/unsure-of-title.html' title='Unsure of a Title..'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdVPTKLx4pwtOsLKJndrz8TU2s0gwAxTDVnQMQT2ISv_xqJbiP3upHytekp3kbFr7FsTqxe1YI-J2OeNibla-aBCZaPTPgQBit4O9KT9N2JaDQ-JfhRu8PYAaVmeDWTNSzmmF5F1NW3V4/s72-c/ring.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-2528725326894111798</id><published>2010-12-22T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T19:49:42.638-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sir Anthony Hopkins Dr. Hannibal Lecter Silence of the Lambs Red Dragon Thriller/Mystery Books Movies"/><title type='text'>Team Hannibal Lecter</title><content type='html'>Ever since watching &lt;u&gt;The Silence of the Lambs&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;u&gt;Hannibal&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;for the first time a couple months ago, I&#39;ve become a little obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;
Right now I&#39;m reading the books, starting with &lt;i&gt;Red Dragon&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(by Thomas Harris). I watched the movie the other day and it was brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;
It could be that I&#39;m obsessed with Sir Anthony Hopkins. He is PURE GENIUS! The way he portrays Dr. Lecter, is remarkable. I find the character likable. Lecter is genius as well. I&#39;m a fan.&lt;br /&gt;
That might be odd to admit. He is a murderer, but he&#39;s smart.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m surprised that it took me this long to find these books. A few months ago I&#39;ve ventured into a new book genre (for me) and that&#39;s Mystery/Thriller. These books fall right into that, and after watching the Hannibal movies, I&#39;m wondering why I didn&#39;t go after the books. I feel like I should have known that &lt;i&gt;The Silence of the Lambs&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was a book to start off with. But I&#39;m enjoying the books as I get into them.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last thing I&#39;d like to mention about this whole experience: I usually have a difficult time reading a book AFTER watching the movie. Usually when I find out that it&#39;s a book I try to read it BEFORE I watch the movie, but here I just couldn&#39;t wait. I have no problem picturing/thinking of Hopkins as Lecter while reading. Usually the movie ruins the book for me because I end up picturing the actors as the characters. My imagination doesn&#39;t get to run wild on it&#39;s own without any outside help from the movies. The &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;books were great, but the movie (I&#39;ve only watched &lt;u&gt;Twilight&lt;/u&gt;) has ruined it for me. Edward was so hotter when I thought him up myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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But these books, I don&#39;t mind it. It&#39;s rare. Usually I&#39;m forcing myself to get through the books after I&#39;ve watched the movie. Or I&#39;m skipping the book altogether and I watch the movie or just stick with the movie. I find no difficulty with this. I think of these books as a diary after watching the movies. I wanted more of the Lecter story (more movies) so in a way these books feed that hunger, as it were.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2528725326894111798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/team-hannibal-lecter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/2528725326894111798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/2528725326894111798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/team-hannibal-lecter.html' title='Team Hannibal Lecter'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-7327365401716630982</id><published>2010-12-21T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:15:08.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Engaged!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday still feels like a dream. Andy gave me an early Christmas present, an engagement ring! I was so surprised! I&#39;m still like, wow! He couldn&#39;t wait until Christmas to give it to me. We took it to get it sized, so I hope it comes in next week! I&#39;ll have pictures when I get it : )&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don&#39;t have a date set, because we&#39;re taking it one step at a time. This was the next step after 2 years dating. I feel like I&#39;ve been with him forever already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next step after this is to help him find a farm to milk his cows. If there&#39;s a small house on the land that would be an added bonus. It seems so hard to come by, being in an area that&#39;s surrounded by farm land.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m just daydreaming. I told the woman I babysit for that I&#39;m spending Christmas with my &quot;well, now fiance..&quot; She was so excited for me and gave me a hug and congratulated me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We&#39;ve talked about getting married before, but we just left it at that. Which doesn&#39;t mean we changed our minds. I don&#39;t care if we&#39;re engaged for 5 years! As long as we can find stable ground to get our lives as a couple together. My rule of thumb, to be living together before getting married. We can get away with being engaged and not living together (for the first year or two - depending on how lucky he can get finding land).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, I&#39;m in no hurry. I was perfectly happy taking it one day at a time before the ring came into play. But I&#39;m just as happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kept asking if I like the ring. If it was a &quot;Yes&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I said YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also said, &quot;You know, a lot of girls look at the ring and go YES. They say yes to the ring and not the man it seems.&quot; So I looked him in the eye and said YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hear him say I&#39;m the love of his life, and he wants to be with me forever brings a tear to my eye, just thinking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don&#39;t know where I would be without him. He has helped me through a lot over the years. And not just the past 2 years. We&#39;ve known each other for like, 6 years or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never loved anyone this much!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7327365401716630982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/officially-engaged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/7327365401716630982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/7327365401716630982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/officially-engaged.html' title='Officially Engaged!'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-121179581367238240</id><published>2010-12-05T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T15:10:58.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss having a dog.</title><content type='html'>I live in an apartment and no pets are allowed. I am ok with that, because I&#39;d rather be in a house with a yard. I&#39;d love to have a dog. I really miss Bandit :&#39;(&lt;br /&gt;
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And I miss my grandmas dog, Kruzer. Kruzer is a black lab, he&#39;s huge but is SO well behaved. I used to be scared of him and not like big dogs. And OMG I love him!&lt;br /&gt;
Bandit is a Lhasa Apso, I picked him out and my brother picked out Smokey. Smokey got to be too aggressive, so Bandit ended up being a family dog after giving Smokey away. &lt;br /&gt;
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I miss having a buddy to go outside with. I want a walking buddy. That&#39;s why I&#39;d love to have a dog. Not sure what breed, but a dog nonetheless. I know they are expensive to take care of, so thats another reason why I&#39;d wait. Having a pet that loves you and depends on you and misses you when you&#39;re gone is one of the best feelings in the world.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/121179581367238240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-having-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/121179581367238240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/121179581367238240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-having-dog.html' title='I miss having a dog.'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-2700403052806816536</id><published>2010-12-02T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:43:57.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so Happy December</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve wanted to say &quot;Happy December&quot; but I no longer want to... It has already snowed a bit. Ugh. Snow is only great when you don&#39;t have to go out in it. WHY, OHIO, WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;
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And to top it all off, I&#39;ve got some kind of head cold. I&#39;m congested and I wish I could BREATHE properly. This is sad news for me :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmm, I babysit Saturday for a few more hours. Yay more money! &lt;br /&gt;
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This is all random. So to add to that, I wanna try some new makeup. I&#39;m thinking the Maybelline Dream Smooth Mousse foundation, the Dream Mousse concealer, Dream Mousse blush, and a setting powder by Rimmel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Weird mixture I guess. Oh and I want to try to use brown mascara, as well as liner. I figure brown would look more natural since my lashes are so light, and my eyes are blue - browns always enhance that. I&#39;ll make a post of what I end up getting, when I get them. Might be separate posts, I won&#39;t get it all at once.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just my thoughts. Drug Mart is having 50% off Wet &#39;n&#39; Wild cosmetics, so I&#39;ll be all over that this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Twitter: @epik_soul</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2700403052806816536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-so-happy-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/2700403052806816536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/2700403052806816536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-so-happy-december.html' title='Not so Happy December'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-5679725844332153247</id><published>2010-12-01T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T02:29:16.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over 50 posts?! Yay me!</title><content type='html'>I have to say that this blog has gotten more attention from me than any other attempt at blogging. I&#39;ve been eager to blog before, but never stuck with it. Why this time is different, I&#39;m not sure. But I&#39;m rather proud of myself. I&#39;d love to get more followers/comments and just feedback in general, but honestly if all I get are comments from @Gabi then I have no problem with that. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;
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I need to get back to sleep. I went to bed at 8 p.m. out of boredom and it&#39;s been raining ALL day and night, so when my boyfriend called around midnight/one a.m.-ish I couldn&#39;t fall back asleep. And I&#39;ve been sneezing my head off, how fun... So I feel pretty yucky. Maybe I&#39;ll stick with tea the next few days. I&#39;ve gotta knock this somehow. Until I get paid Friday then I&#39;ll stick with what I have. Call me cheap, poor, whatever. I just don&#39;t like new things THAT much?&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh well...and hey I might be changing the name of the blog from Bookie Brat to something about reviews. I want to start making YouTube videos reviewing random products and of course I&#39;ll have my in-depth review posts on my blog here. This blog is all over the place, so maybe it&#39;s odd that I have a blog for food stuff..I dunno. I do random book reviews here too, so that&#39;s why I want to do more reviews. I love talking about stuff. Duh.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5679725844332153247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/over-50-posts-yay-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/5679725844332153247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/5679725844332153247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/12/over-50-posts-yay-me.html' title='Over 50 posts?! Yay me!'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-8034889062697330594</id><published>2010-11-27T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:35:00.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fang..</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading Fang by James Patterson. Again, it&#39;s another book in the Maximum Ride series. I&#39;ve lost track of what book it is (number 6, I had to check). This won&#39;t be an official book review, but I can sum up how I feel about the book. LOVED IT! There. Now go read. ALL of them. I promise, it won&#39;t take you long.&lt;br /&gt;
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So the reason I&#39;m writing this is because, well, at the end of the book there was an ad for a contest. You enter a chapter for a Maximum Ride book. Problem. You have to be 15 to 18. LAME. I&#39;m almost 20! This is really upsetting. I don&#39;t care if you&#39;re 13 and reading these books, I&#39;m 20 and I LOVE them. I&#39;ve never read anything like them. Whether it be Young Adult or Adult. They are just fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;
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But with that little disappointment I felt the need to go through my OLD writing on this OLD laptop of mine. While it&#39;s behaving #thingsthatdonthappenoften.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll be off then...and I&#39;m sure I&#39;ll let ya&#39;ll know what I choose to do with the old writing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8034889062697330594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/fang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/8034889062697330594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/8034889062697330594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/fang.html' title='Fang..'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-4796944728415709259</id><published>2010-11-26T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:40:33.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haircut (more official post)</title><content type='html'>I talked briefly about my new haircut. It might be an odd topic, but it&#39;s a blog that doesn&#39;t cover a specific topic. I cover random life things as well as book reviews. I have now have a blog for food related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to share a picture of my new haircut. So I&#39;ll make this the more &quot;official&quot; post.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love this hairstyle too. I curled it with my hair straightener. I let my hair air dry after washing it, and re-dampened my bangs, ran the straightener over them so they didn&#39;t stick straight out and the layers show. Then I just curled my hair. You can find tutorials on YouTube if you really want to know how. Try the one by JLovesMac1, she&#39;s not only hilarious but her tutorials are great quality!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I hope ya&#39;ll had a great Thanksgiving! Mine was wonderful. Well, it&#39;s almost pizza time. Just waiting for my baby to get home from work :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4796944728415709259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-haircut-more-official-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/4796944728415709259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/4796944728415709259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-haircut-more-official-post.html' title='New Haircut (more official post)'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDIPksFr_irnh9l6UzSmzSDK9jHDz4hntmDpIXz_Cq1Gkd1cbL2E9VRHm1dvbC5lW3eJ81GKq9pNFWnoyJZjBbe1FViVILQXzHDfL8rSyi0GVJoh3pgnslZBGVQhbeG1ON-ru9bpJ6Y1I/s72-c/133688906_full%252Cr%252C470x470.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-6248892109427245272</id><published>2010-11-24T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:39:51.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s early, like 2:30 am, but HAPPY TURKEY DAY!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I haven&#39;t been to sleep because I&#39;ve been baking cookies and reading Fang by James Patterson. His books keep me up. It&#39;s another book in the Maximum Ride series. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted to write a blog saying how quickly I can get through these books. Yeah, the chapters are written shorter, which makes it a quick read. But they&#39;re really good books. He&#39;s such a great writer, just from reading this series alone. I haven&#39;t ventured into any of his other series just yet, but I bought 1st to Die for a dollar a few months ago. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and I wanted to add a picture with my last post, but my computer was acting up. I&#39;m sure I&#39;ll get to it this weekend. I&#39;ll have my shortbread cookie recipe up with pictures then and how today (Thanksgiving) goes. I&#39;ll write it here as well, minus the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember my new blog eat-freak.blogspot.com</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6248892109427245272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-early-like-230-am-but-happy-turkey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/6248892109427245272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/6248892109427245272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-early-like-230-am-but-happy-turkey.html' title='It&#39;s early, like 2:30 am, but HAPPY TURKEY DAY!'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-3671315366739747161</id><published>2010-11-24T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:55:42.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair!</title><content type='html'>Just a short post about me getting my hair cut. It was long overdue. I got the blonde ends cut off and now I&#39;m all natural redhead!! Woot!! It&#39;s been YEARS since I&#39;ve had my natural hair color! And bangs.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3671315366739747161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3671315366739747161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3671315366739747161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-hair.html' title='New Hair!'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-7791040708993313438</id><published>2010-11-22T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:59:31.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was pretty eventful. Andy came over in the afternoon and spent a majority of the day with me. We ran a few errands and walked around the mall a bit. We never have a reason to go in there, but we always find stuff to talk about and look at. This time I made him go with me to sniff some of the perfumes. And I gotta say, some of those celebrities need to get their noses checked! That new fragrance by Britney Spears, gag-city! Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;
Although the one by Kim Kardashian smells really unique and was growing on me.&lt;br /&gt;
Personally, my favorite perfume is Intimately Beckham For Her. My boyfriend got me a full size bottle of perfume and the lotion a year ago. He loves it too, reminds him of me. And I first smelled it a couple years ago in Target, and my mom found these sample bottles, just these tiny things, for a dollar at Walgreens or maybe on sale for fifty cents. And that&#39;s when Andy and I were hooked. Y&#39;all can keep your DKNY too. The one for men is a gag-fest.&lt;br /&gt;
I am curious about some sample stuff I found at Big Lots. I wonder what Tim McGraws fragrance smells like, so I might buy a little thing to see if Andy likes it. &lt;br /&gt;
Oh and if you ever plan on getting a fragrance for your special someone, make sure YOU like it too. Some people don&#39;t think about it too much, some sniff and think they might like it. But if you like it and they like it, go for it. You&#39;ll be the one smelling them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also ordered a pizza and rented a couple of movies. District 9 sucked. The new Nightmare on Elm Street was pretty good. Even though I&#39;m a Robert Englund - Freddy Krueger fan all the way.&lt;br /&gt;
That was pretty much my Saturday. My Sunday was just filled with going to CVS, Drugmart, Rite Aid, Walmart, Dollar General, Big Lots, and Family Dollar. Found some nail polish. Painted my nails in a trial-error plaid design.&lt;br /&gt;
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I made a new blog, in the post before this I put the link. It&#39;s called Eat Freak. I&#39;ll be posting recipes and food related stuff. I&#39;ve been feeling creative in the culinary department. &lt;br /&gt;
Well that&#39;s all for now. Should be sleeping, but I&#39;ve got so much on my mind.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/7791040708993313438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-was-pretty-eventful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/7791040708993313438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/7791040708993313438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-was-pretty-eventful.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-4772089102191638098</id><published>2010-11-20T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:11:46.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Treats - The Beginning (Eat Freak)</title><content type='html'>You will almost always find me in the kitchen, but I don&#39;t do as much baking or cooking as you might think or that I would like to be doing. I&#39;ve never been big on making holiday treats, but I have helped out in the kitchen for the holiday meals. I&#39;ve always liked to experiment with different dishes and play around with spices. I&#39;ll usually think of different variations of a certain dish or come up with several dishes for one main ingredient. Now that the holidays are closing in, it&#39;s time I step out of the box I&#39;m afraid of leaving and cook up something new.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my many habits when it comes to &quot;inventing&quot; recipes is I won&#39;t always test out the recipe to see if it works. I just figure things up like &quot;this and this go well together, why not add this&quot;. And maybe that&#39;s where stepping out of the box might help me. I will be able to successfully pass on my tweaked recipes with confidence. &lt;br /&gt;
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And it&#39;s not that I don&#39;t enjoy trying new things, it&#39;s the lack of confidence I have in myself and my ability to cook. I&#39;m no &quot;chef to be discovered&quot;, just someone who hopes to bring good dishes to the table. I don&#39;t want a cooking show, but shelves lined with spiral notebooks filled with my recipes and others I&#39;ve found or that have been shared. &lt;br /&gt;
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My first holiday themed treat I will share (un-tested, un-tasted) will be my idea of shortbread cookies.&lt;br /&gt;
With a simple, buttery shortbread recipe, I plan on dipping some of the baked good-ness into milk chocolate AND white chocolate. Sprinkle some with peppermint candies, and some with red and green sugar sprinkles. I will use almond extract in place of vanilla because almond extract gives an amazing flavor!&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t wait to test it out and let you know how it goes. I will then share pictures and the recipe I used. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s to the holiday treats. Cheers! &lt;br /&gt;
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{Eat Freak} Check out my second blog: eat-freak.blogspot.com</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4772089102191638098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-treats-beginning-eat-freak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/4772089102191638098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/4772089102191638098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-treats-beginning-eat-freak.html' title='Holiday Treats - The Beginning (Eat Freak)'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-3263075375105488310</id><published>2010-11-18T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T05:46:57.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got my bag of writing from my car yesterday. I found my book of quotes I started. I&#39;ve decided to get that going again. I&#39;ve always enjoyed quotes. I even made up a few of my own. &lt;br /&gt;
So I&#39;ve been meaning to write a book of some sort, but I&#39;ve run into a few problems. First I figured I would finish the many I&#39;ve started, but my style of writing has changed over the years. &lt;br /&gt;
Lately I&#39;ve been stressed and have had heartburn something fierce. I&#39;ve been wondering what to do with my life and when I ask what I&#39;m good at, I&#39;m told writing. Ok, that&#39;s fine and well, but I can&#39;t seem to figure out what I&#39;m good at writing. What genre am I best at? It&#39;s a matter of preference I suppose, and I&#39;ve never really gone in one direction with my writing. All I know is that I enjoy writing my own made up stuff. But I&#39;m scared to make things up, aside from just the characters. And the characters are another issue altogether. I can never get the names right. But back to my fear of make-believe. For some reason I feel like my setting needs to take place somewhere real, when I know it doesn&#39;t. I am not one to travel. And I fear that I&#39;m horrible at research. I don&#39;t know what I like writing the most. I&#39;ve read more romance than any other genre in my life, I can write a story out, but is that what I&#39;m best at? Am I stuck with romance? I know I can venture out of that box, and I can make up places and things. Just look at Douglas Adams. And of course you have the ever popular: Lord of the Rings, Hogwarts and Harry Potter, and The Chronicles of Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;
I have no idea what to do, or what to write but I know once I get something written, I can submit it to Barnes and Noble as an ebook. Which I&#39;m excited to learn more about.&lt;br /&gt;
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So if anyone I know reads this, PLEASE give me some feedback here!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3263075375105488310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-finally-got-my-bag-of-writing-from-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3263075375105488310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3263075375105488310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-finally-got-my-bag-of-writing-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-3983737026902553357</id><published>2010-11-01T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:37:39.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November already</title><content type='html'>One more month left in the year after this. And next Sunday is daylight savings time, woot. I love going back an hour. &lt;br /&gt;
Life has been slow and boring. I&#39;m not over a lot of things but I&#39;m getting there. I really should stop caring about certain stuff, but I let it run my life and mind. It is getting the best of me. I want to give up on so much. I get no feedback. I don&#39;t hear from anyone. I deleted a ton of people I don&#39;t talk to in my phone and on Facebook. I did a dramatic friend decrease on Facebook recently. They won&#39;t miss me. &lt;br /&gt;
No one really misses me. I wish I heard from people more often, but I&#39;ll just talk to myself instead. I&#39;m annoyed with my own company and I can&#39;t stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t have many options with what to do with my life right now. &lt;br /&gt;
My life sucks and it&#39;s boring and quiet. Nothing entertains me and I even get bored and annoyed with my iPad.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3983737026902553357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3983737026902553357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/3983737026902553357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-already.html' title='November already'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095230184889323650.post-8500520554413436495</id><published>2010-10-29T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:24:46.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday October 29, 2010</title><content type='html'>Lately I&#39;ve been wanting things I don&#39;t really need, just things I&#39;d like to have eventually. &quot;Eventually&quot; is a key word here. I have no problem being on a budget. I put a few dollars aside for a nail polish I want or a handful of items I can get under $10 a week. I can give myself a limit. It is probably easy because I make a list of things I&#39;d like to have/that I am looking for. I have to &quot;hunt&quot; for certain items, which helps with the fact that I don&#39;t need it right away. Even when I find it, I don&#39;t go psycho. I make note of where I found it, that way I can save up and know where to go. &lt;br /&gt;
My wants might change. Like my nail polish color preference. Now I&#39;ve never been big on painting my nails. Don&#39;t know why I wasn&#39;t or why I am now. But I am. The most I have painted my nails were black or a deep red with red shimmers. I still have those polishes too. But now it&#39;s time to update my list, write a few paragraphs on my finds. And share a few other things.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8500520554413436495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-october-29-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/8500520554413436495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2095230184889323650/posts/default/8500520554413436495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epiksoul.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-october-29-2010.html' title='Friday October 29, 2010'/><author><name>Brittany.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12881396301303053999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUw3uWxqFNm-lLaPkXMkz02KJKZh_LDv5BppHYSY0loWHOk20UavTLvIHa2UUGbDgHaKMmVibDE_VqFmNq_e3zX_saKpRjSqhe4m2m3HWs3WRwNkLmpY5_7kpowIg2qWw/s220/DSCI0016-232.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>