<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:07:43.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, i dont mind being lonely</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-2005335880194018238</id><published>2009-07-14T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:30:53.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaacckk</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;It's summer.&lt;br /&gt;Short recap&lt;br /&gt;-Weddings! Love it&lt;br /&gt;-Summer 1= 10 hours = insane/stress. 4.0 whoop!&lt;br /&gt;       -Discovered a new best friend :) We spent all day every day (literally) together in June and i loved it :) Whoop bestie katie and i miss her like crazy now :(&lt;br /&gt;-Beaumont - POOL, lexie:), reading, movies, reid, friends, family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my daily recap:&lt;br /&gt;-dentist= gums cut, tooth filled, lip thing cut out and stiched up. It hurts. My lip is swolen on one side. Coooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. dont know why i typed this. bahhh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-2005335880194018238?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/2005335880194018238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=2005335880194018238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/2005335880194018238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/2005335880194018238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-baaacckk.html' title='I&apos;m Baaacckk'/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-1174923004461124659</id><published>2008-07-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:26:03.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you</title><content type='html'>i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you more and more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i wish you could lead everyone down teh aisle at my wedding like i watched this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;this weekend made me realize how many things i wish you could share with me that you will no longer be able to.&lt;br /&gt;i know you would be proud (and are up in heaven), i just wish you could be there with me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you more and more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.22.07.&lt;br /&gt;God, i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-1174923004461124659?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/1174923004461124659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=1174923004461124659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/1174923004461124659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/1174923004461124659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-you.html' title='i miss you'/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-995513031410641130</id><published>2008-05-19T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:22:31.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready for this minimester to be over. (2 more days....2 speeches and a final)&lt;br /&gt;i miss piphis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-995513031410641130?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/995513031410641130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=995513031410641130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/995513031410641130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/995513031410641130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-sunburnt.html' title=''/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-3961229227615396455</id><published>2008-05-02T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:19:08.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After this semester:&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/SBvZUfTt0mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z8g-n0sFVi8/s1600-h/SPRING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195985541126804066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="359" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/SBvZUfTt0mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z8g-n0sFVi8/s400/SPRING.jpg" width="443" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next one looks like HEAVEN.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/SBvZU_Tt0nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Utsd77Dx6Ho/s1600-h/SFALL+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195985549716738674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/SBvZU_Tt0nI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Utsd77Dx6Ho/s400/SFALL+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-3961229227615396455?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/3961229227615396455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=3961229227615396455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/3961229227615396455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/3961229227615396455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-this-semester-next-one-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/SBvZUfTt0mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Z8g-n0sFVi8/s72-c/SPRING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-5297734029687958816</id><published>2008-04-30T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:52:45.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My walls are lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Today consists of:&lt;br /&gt;-packing&lt;br /&gt;-studying&lt;br /&gt;-tutoring from 4-12&lt;br /&gt;-studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow consists of:&lt;br /&gt;-packing&lt;br /&gt;-tutoring 11-8&lt;br /&gt;-studying&lt;br /&gt;-packing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-5297734029687958816?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/5297734029687958816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=5297734029687958816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/5297734029687958816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/5297734029687958816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-walls-are-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-7680359817828869859</id><published>2008-04-27T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:13:54.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This weekend was EXACTLY what I needed before finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I relaxed some, slept very little (which i guess is NOT what I needed), partied a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v238/39/101/1516350029/n1516350029_30026819_3519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v238/39/101/1516350029/n1516350029_30026819_3519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v238/39/101/1516350029/n1516350029_30026814_2172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v238/39/101/1516350029/n1516350029_30026814_2172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v238/39/101/1516350029/n1516350029_30026827_5765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v238/39/101/1516350029/n1516350029_30026827_5765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have no Saturday pictures because Haley lost her camera :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i should have packed. i got the boxes though. I'll do that tomorrow i guess. I'm just not ready to take my room down. Especially since I will have to live in here through finals..and that sucks that its going to be so...not home-y just when i need it. BUT home is NINE days away!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Room: this was in the beginning of the year, so I've added some things (pi phi stuff, starry night, more pictures), and those flowers on my tv thing have been long dead...but i've had some more come and go throughout the year :)...adn of course theres always clothes soemwhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v128/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30102365_1150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v128/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30102365_1150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v128/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30102367_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v128/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30102367_1690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v128/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30102368_1957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="198" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v128/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30102368_1957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my quotes of the blog &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I decided to look up love and this is my favorite parts of what i found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Bible: "Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. &lt;strong&gt;Love never fails;...&lt;/strong&gt;But now faith, hope, love, these three remain; but the greatest of these is &lt;em&gt;love.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;"1.a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.&lt;br /&gt;2.a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.sexual passion or desire. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wikipedia: "Love represents a range of human &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Emotion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and experiences related to the senses of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Affection" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and sexual attraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pleasure" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleasure"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to intense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Interpersonal attraction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpersonal_attraction"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;interpersonal attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. This diversity of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.&lt;br /&gt;As an abstract concept love usually refers to a strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ineffability" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ineffability"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ineffable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; feeling towards for another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Romance (love)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romance_%28love%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;romantic love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; to the nonsexual. Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Interpersonal relationship" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpersonal_relationship"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;interpersonal relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Creative arts" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creative_arts"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;creative arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194158814226403922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/SBVb6_Tt0lI/AAAAAAAAABs/MWJXuFh6Y9Q/s400/GRADUATIONandparty+284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(me and crystal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and for the random picture: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://healthbolt.net/wp-content/uploads/2006/09/goldfish_cracker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-7680359817828869859?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/7680359817828869859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=7680359817828869859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/7680359817828869859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/7680359817828869859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-weekend-was-exactly-what-i-needed.html' title=':)'/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/SBVb6_Tt0lI/AAAAAAAAABs/MWJXuFh6Y9Q/s72-c/GRADUATIONandparty+284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-7109429883577279864</id><published>2008-04-21T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T01:01:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Random Stacey Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my mom. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-098.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v235/19/116/8300098/n8300098_46219753_31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my dad.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-098.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v235/19/116/8300098/n8300098_46219752_9716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a true southern girl. (and i wouldn't have it any other way)&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v112/78/35/1543500033/n1543500033_30012126_8442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go to Texas A&amp;amp;M and love it.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v134/39/101/1516350029/n1516350029_30017383_6250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a Pi Phi.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v118/59/45/1516350003/n1516350003_30017163_4741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a Debutante.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v154/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30112206_5909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was a cheerleader.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-003.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v61/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30053349_4608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to dance.&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/141/12/1516350080/n1516350080_30016281_5425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/141/12/1516350080/n1516350080_30016281_5425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love to laugh.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v231/11/41/8357910/n8357910_46180828_8855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love to gamble :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v235/19/116/8300098/n8300098_46219458_8750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v235/19/116/8300098/n8300098_46220956_5107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I love the lake.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/141/12/1516350080/n1516350080_30016270_2415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Flipcup is MY game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v124/39/101/1516350029/n1516350029_30017063_2875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v124/39/101/1516350029/n1516350029_30017063_2875.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm Stacey. Take it or leave it. &lt;div&gt;"be who you are and say what you feel because those who matter don't mind, and those who mind don't matter" - dr. suess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-098.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v235/19/116/8300098/n8300098_46219752_9716."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-7109429883577279864?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/7109429883577279864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=7109429883577279864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/7109429883577279864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/7109429883577279864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2008/04/random-stacey-facts-this-is-my-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-3218019578710552250</id><published>2008-04-13T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:42:22.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usmm.net/p/lightsout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.usmm.net/p/lightsout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://floriakingsmith.westerncapecollege.com/pics/pink_daisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.readingeagle.com/blog/gavel/archives/baseball.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache.eb.com/eb/image?id=81290&amp;amp;rendTypeId=4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-3218019578710552250?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/3218019578710552250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=3218019578710552250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/3218019578710552250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/3218019578710552250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-6392718739766268143</id><published>2008-04-01T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:25:57.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_MXsbLARCI/AAAAAAAAABU/8akokhEvJ9M/s1600-h/springbreak08+0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could have just one thing in this world, it would be &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My life is busy. I have something every weekend until Summer. (Houston, Chilifest, parentsweekend, lake weekend, foam, kanye concert, graduation...and that's just the already planned stuff)&lt;br /&gt;I like it this way. It gives me something to look forward to during the week, which makes it go faster. &lt;/p&gt;....lean like a cholo?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184514708866090050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_MYqLLAREI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZnZ0msNb69I/s400/n1516350029_30017068_4710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday is my favorite day of the school/work week. Its my shortest day. Once it's over, it's basically the weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"All I really need is steady peace of mind sometimes. It's an ordinary feeling, an extraordinary reason. I've seen better days" -Kate Voegele - Better Days&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I stop to catch my breath - And I stop to catch your eye. No need to second-guess - That you’ve been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I dream days away, but that’s okay - It’s like I want to hear a silent sound - And then hold it in my hand...&lt;br /&gt;But a rose won’t blossom from a ground - Of desert sand, but I like to pretend that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day I’ll turn around , I’ll see your hand reach out. I’m only fooling myself, oh, But maybe when you smile It means you’d stay awhile...Just maybe you’d save me now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now it’s etched in stone, That I can’t survive alone. You have the missing piece that I need so desperately - Yes, I slip away to a day that’ll never come. It’s like a splash of water to my face when I suddenly realize that you could never find a place for me in your eyes, and I don’t know why I keep thinking..." - Kate Voegele - Only Fooling Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-6392718739766268143?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/6392718739766268143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=6392718739766268143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/6392718739766268143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/6392718739766268143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-no-point-in-me-having-this.html' title=''/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_MYqLLAREI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZnZ0msNb69I/s72-c/n1516350029_30017068_4710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-7985684761813915865</id><published>2008-03-31T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:53:02.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life.</title><content type='html'>Dear world,&lt;br /&gt;Take nothing for granted. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Love, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~March has been a somewhat difficult month. Especially this past week. My friends help. I stay busy. I talk a lot. I don't sleep enough. I procrastinate. I watch One Tree Hill. I (try to) read.&lt;br /&gt;That is all.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMTbLAQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8hwq1bfYSyw/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184149280163644306" style="CURSOR: hand" height="105" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMTbLAQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8hwq1bfYSyw/s320/love.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got into the Pi Phi house. I'll have 2 roomates. Sweet. I'll also have a room at our townhouse. Also sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Roomates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMT7LAQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YMDzENNcO7k/s1600-h/2ndsemesterweekends+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184149288753578914" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="155" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMT7LAQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YMDzENNcO7k/s320/2ndsemesterweekends+065.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMULLAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/iBn_LDQaNIk/s1600-h/brooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184149293048546226" style="CURSOR: hand" height="195" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMULLAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/iBn_LDQaNIk/s320/brooke.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-On Saturday, I participated in Big Event ( largest student run volunteer organization thing). I weeded a ladys yard. It seemed like she hadnt had it weeded since LAST Big Event. Yeah, it was difficult. It was nice to help a person in the community out, however I feel like I could have been put to better use. Oh well, she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love the feel of clean sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-School is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Spring break Cancun was AWESOME&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMUrLAQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tp_URepLlZE/s1600-h/P3090028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184149301638480850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMUrLAQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Tp_URepLlZE/s320/P3090028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vdGlueXBpYy5jb20=" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184150152042005474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HNGLLAQ-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/QhZBKo1tbv8/s400/uswoemily.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMUbLAQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/AZ3DXCcrK6k/s1600-h/uswoemily.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Happy moments, praise God&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments, seek God&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments, worship God&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments, trust God&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, thank God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-7985684761813915865?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/7985684761813915865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=7985684761813915865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/7985684761813915865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/7985684761813915865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2008/03/life.html' title='life.'/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jhHpih4aQ-s/R_HMTbLAQ5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8hwq1bfYSyw/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1022945946104863096.post-7183048577801561652</id><published>2007-11-12T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:11:52.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to do this, just because.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-152.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v136/127/54/657175152/n657175152_1670389_9463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-152.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v136/127/54/657175152/n657175152_1670389_9463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was probably one of the best I've had in a while. I went to Austin with my Pi Phis. We partied, a lot. It also made me think about a lot-about what I want, what I have, and what I need. I realized a lot about a situation I'm in, a good realization too. The trip home....was great-to say the least. Not because I was coming home, but because of the conversations had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin is crazy. I'm glad I chose College Station. It is nice to take a trip up there every once in a while, but it would be way too much for me to live there. 6th street scares me and I was latched onto someone at most times. Northgate I can run around and not worry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tailgating is different there. It felt like, I don't know, secluded or something-even though it wasn't. Here its everyone together and you can go from tent to tent and its normal. Oh well, just helps me realize that C.Stat is where I am supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend will be blah. Everyone is going to Houston on Friday night but I can't go because I have Songfest. Oh well, I need a break. Hopefully Saturday we will celebrate my birthday? Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v128/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30102393_8843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v128/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30102393_8843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My calculus teacher refuses to cancel Wednesdays class, which puts a damper on my idea to go to Houston to shop. Maybe I still will? Who knows. Thanksgiving is in a little over a week. Big whoop. My family is coming up here, and I kinda wanted to go home. The A&amp;amp;M-Texas game will be fun though, and hopefully Saturday will be too. THEN, its only 2 weeks till dead week, exams, and then I'll be in good ole Beaumont for a month (except when I go to Fort Stockton to hunt, and Tennessee if we go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of, I am a little scared to go to Tennessee. It will be the first time I will be there without actually seeing my Grandfather and Normie. You can say I didn't see him last time, but I did in a way. I saw him physically at least and going this time will make me realize that I only see him in pictures now. I'm glad I at least got to say goodbye to Normie, that helps. I won't talk about that though, it's a little sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is my road, I take the corner as fast as I can go. Who’s to say at how I got so lucky anyway, I am my own at least until the Man comes and takes me home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Baby's just a little bit tired of the city, billboards and bullshit got her down. Seem like you need a little hill country, a little back roads driving, little bit of the old top down. Yeah, everybodys gotta get away sometime. Forget about yourself for a while, seems to me that all you need is a ragtop car to ride with me. Okay, alright, just might get a little high tonight...Ok, alright, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v130/155/75/1516410003/n1516410003_30108790_5738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1022945946104863096-7183048577801561652?l=sdodson88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/feeds/7183048577801561652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1022945946104863096&amp;postID=7183048577801561652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/7183048577801561652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1022945946104863096/posts/default/7183048577801561652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdodson88.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here goes nothing.'/><author><name>staceylee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02716449546933512573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
