<?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-2010252376319486402</id><updated>2012-01-17T22:47:06.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>City Fog and Brave Dialogue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></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-2010252376319486402.post-2365557614436142990</id><published>2010-01-17T20:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:01:06.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash</title><content type='html'>When it all comes crashing down around us, what's going to make it stop?&lt;div&gt;Nothing can outrank love. Not power, not money, and definitely not hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your new fancy car won't hug you as it's being towed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your corporate office won't hold you when you have a nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hatred bundled up inside of your heart isn't going to keep you warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't love, you can' live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you aren't living, you are nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-2365557614436142990?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/2365557614436142990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2010/01/crash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/2365557614436142990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/2365557614436142990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2010/01/crash.html' title='Crash'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-8659778209693922834</id><published>2010-01-01T17:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:41:23.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>365 days ago</title><content type='html'>365 days ago I told myself that something big would happen in the coming year.  However, as I reconnected with an old friend the other night and found myself with little to say about "how my life has been" lately, I realized that it's not the "big" things that we notice.  The little things are the things I remember.  I graduated high school and began my college career in 2009.  That doesn't seem like much to me.  It just sort of happened, there were parties and gifts, but I feel like those are such mundane events in human life that nearly everyone sees them.  It's not just reflecting on 2009, but a vast part of the "2000's" thus far.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ditching the senior picnic, having all nighters playing dominoes in my new dorm room, getting drunk for the first time, sneaking out just to go to taco bell, kissing behind the shed so we wouldn't get caught, making cookies at sonic, puttputt golf everyday, vacations with those who mean  most, my last moments with family members: these are the things I remember, relish, and want to talk about.  Things that you had to be there for.  Small things over the last few years of my life.  My new friends, my old friends, and my future friends, I just want to say thank you for making my life what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-8659778209693922834?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8659778209693922834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2010/01/365-days-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/8659778209693922834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/8659778209693922834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2010/01/365-days-ago.html' title='365 days ago'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-6359540071136983522</id><published>2009-12-24T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:40:55.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"All I want for Christmas"</title><content type='html'>All I really want is to successfully focus on regaining my inner peace and for her to get better.&lt;div&gt;Please don't give up, I need you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-6359540071136983522?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/6359540071136983522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/6359540071136983522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/6359540071136983522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas_24.html' title='&quot;All I want for Christmas&quot;'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-8158428489125874998</id><published>2009-12-09T06:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T06:28:37.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're free to be free.</title><content type='html'>Once again I am awake at 6:00 in the morning.  I'm well past the 36 hour mark of being awake.  Finals week is to blame.  Oh right, no it isn't.  I wish I could blame my lack of sleep on anything other than my own endless, rambling thoughts.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have ever wanted was someone to come right out and tell me exactly what to do.  What to do with my hair.  What to do with my time.  What to do for school.  What to do with my LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never got that of course.  I have this overpowering freedom and I feel like it is suffocating me.  Too many options are out there, how can I ever explore them all?  By taking opportunities I am missing out on something that might be spectacular! Opportunity cost? (Thanks economics, I never thought I'd use that word again.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People crave for the freedom I have.  So why don't I want it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-8158428489125874998?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8158428489125874998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/12/were-free-to-be-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/8158428489125874998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/8158428489125874998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/12/were-free-to-be-free.html' title='We&apos;re free to be free.'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-6245957310521403707</id><published>2009-12-03T05:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T05:31:56.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December. Really? Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can really say this quite honestly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time has gotten away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time also restricts me.  I hate restrictions and limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The last month of my life has been crazy, apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I look back through photographs, text messages, and facebook statuses and everything just melts together into one big, gnarly lump of college.  Interesting the way that memorable events end up being unmemorable in the end, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well yeah, I don't know if I've had writer's block or if I just didn't have anything to write about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss writing. I miss home. I miss him.  It's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Happy finals week(s), everyone! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-6245957310521403707?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/6245957310521403707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-really-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/6245957310521403707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/6245957310521403707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-really-already.html' title='December. Really? Already?'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-5354644930757116971</id><published>2009-10-15T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:49:15.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Home Sweet Home"</title><content type='html'>Where exactly is my home?&lt;div&gt;I don't know anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lived in Millington for, like, I don't know 14 years or something close to that.  So, Millington's home then, right?  Wrong.  This is my first time back since I left, and yeah, it's only been two months, but there's something so...off about being here.  Something feels weird.  I don't feel like I'm at "home." On that same note though, Knoxville isn't my home either.  When I'm there, sure, I'm content, I can do what I want, I see people I care about, etc. But, it's just not home.  Or maybe I'm just like everyone else and will be consistently unsatisfied and always want something more for my whole life.  Why is that, anyway?  Why can I not just be happy, why can't anyone just be happy?  Why is it human nature to always crave what we don't have and dispose of what we once wanted. Kind of a disgusting thought, but it happens. All the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this home issue that's reeling in my head is spawning other thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where is my home going to be when I'm "grown up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When will I become a "grown up?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you grow up once you've graduated high school? College? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you have a "real" job?  What is a real job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's going to happen in my life, I want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dream of having this ideal, stable life with a nice house and a nice car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will that happen? Lord, who knows? I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think for now I will continue to live the life of an unstable, unsure, college student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making huge mistakes everyday, but that's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all just need to keep telling ourselves that every thing's gonna be alright. Every little thing, it's gonna be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, it's time to sleep in my own bed again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-5354644930757116971?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/5354644930757116971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/5354644930757116971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/5354644930757116971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-sweet-home.html' title='&quot;Home Sweet Home&quot;'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-2644570666951372405</id><published>2009-09-25T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:46:53.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"It Scares the Hell Out of Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGRWyyDrplw&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;This video&lt;/a&gt; says everything I want to say today.&lt;div&gt;Amazing. Simply amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-2644570666951372405?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/2644570666951372405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-scares-hell-out-of-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/2644570666951372405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/2644570666951372405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-scares-hell-out-of-me.html' title='&quot;It Scares the Hell Out of Me&quot;'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-8693712326080425792</id><published>2009-09-24T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:54:38.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Walkin' Tall Against the Rain"</title><content type='html'>I am the most ungrateful person on the planet.  There are so many people who never stop trying to help me out, and I never say thank you.  Or I do, but it isn't enough.  I am always so caught up in my own life, I forget about those who make it better.  I get so frustrated at the people bringing me down or hurting me, I ignore those that love me.  I'm so sorry.  I have the most spectacular people in my life.  My family, my (real) friends, my puppies, my (past &amp;amp; present) teachers, God, and strangers that smile at me.  Thank you all so much, I'm going to pull my head out of my butt now and appreciate all that you do for me.  I am endlessly apologetic to you all.  Without you, I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't be me.  I would be lost, even though sometimes I think I am still, I know I'm not.  I'm exactly where I am supposed to be right now, or else I wouldn't be here.  I want to express my deepest sympathy for not being there for you when you were there for me.  I am forgiving myself, and I want you to forgive me, too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point blank:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you. I wouldn't be the person I am or the person I'm growing to be without you. Thank you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-8693712326080425792?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/8693712326080425792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/walkin-tall-against-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/8693712326080425792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/8693712326080425792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/walkin-tall-against-rain.html' title='&quot;Walkin&apos; Tall Against the Rain&quot;'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-3258525749671279901</id><published>2009-09-21T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:16:21.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicy Tuna Roll &amp; Diet Green Tea</title><content type='html'>This is without a doubt the breakfast (well, lunch) of champs.&lt;div&gt;Just sayin'. It's delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been one of those "ugh-i-hate-all-things-Monday" kinda gals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, though, has been utterly spectacular for no real reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I passed a math exam, maybe that was it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few weeks out here, I've had some kind of down moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm tired of just feeling down, I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I do know that I'm done with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is crazy and unstable, but that's the beauty of being young,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing is forever, and nothing is certain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything changes, it's time to embrace that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The glass is half full."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-3258525749671279901?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/3258525749671279901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/spicy-tuna-roll-diet-green-tea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/3258525749671279901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/3258525749671279901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/spicy-tuna-roll-diet-green-tea.html' title='Spicy Tuna Roll &amp; Diet Green Tea'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-4318816344446186771</id><published>2009-09-20T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T21:40:50.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Continues- Mark Brown &amp; Sarah Cracknell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNLEXej-wTI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNLEXej-wTI"&gt;Then the rain came down... teardrops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, fantasy; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNLEXej-wTI"&gt;Then the rain came down&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNLEXej-wTI"&gt;I hope it doesn't rain all day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNLEXej-wTI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNLEXej-wTI"&gt;I know, now you know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNLEXej-wTI"&gt;What we're gonna do about everything"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This song is one of my favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ironically, I love to listen to it when it rains, mainly because when it rains, I'm kind of blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It helps me remember that, hey, you know what? It's gonna be okay, and I know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know it. We both know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of rain, though, word is that poor Memphis has had it for eight nonstop days, sorry ya'll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been raining here, too, though. Just not as bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually kind of like walking around this place in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I mentioned that Knoxville is gorgeous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wish that I didn't have to go so far from home for such a lovely scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, sure, Memphis is decent I suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But to me, nothing beats the mountains in one direction, the city in the other, and grass and trees galore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you agree? Or are you a city-slicker through and through?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I was a while ago, but you know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;things change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, anyway. I digress. This is random and rambling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, the rain's still pouring down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the teardrops are gone for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What are we going to do about everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-4318816344446186771?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/4318816344446186771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/journey-continues-mark-brown-sarah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/4318816344446186771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/4318816344446186771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/journey-continues-mark-brown-sarah.html' title='The Journey Continues- Mark Brown &amp; Sarah Cracknell'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010252376319486402.post-7396334119774236971</id><published>2009-09-20T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:08:51.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Distance Isn't Killing Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://culturegrits.com/files/2008/08/memphis_skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 540px; height: 193px;" src="http://culturegrits.com/files/2008/08/memphis_skyline.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss days and nights of nothing but photographs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We captured every perfect moment of our lives that summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Restlessly, I surf back through the images on a big screen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know those people anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what happened to me, to you, to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all changed, did we grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive me for what I did and said, I just had to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Moving on, moving away, it was the best plan at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I just miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time zones, county lines, and area codes separate what we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't regret any of it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Everything happens for a reason,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you said as I drove out of my driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't tell you then, so I'll say it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye, good luck, and I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010252376319486402-7396334119774236971?l=cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/feeds/7396334119774236971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/distance-isnt-killing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/7396334119774236971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2010252376319486402/posts/default/7396334119774236971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cityfogandbravedialogue.blogspot.com/2009/09/distance-isnt-killing-me.html' title='The Distance Isn&apos;t Killing Me.'/><author><name>Becca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UodjiZk0nas/TxY_OzC6c4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/I5wQ_kobiBs/s220/Photo%2B2009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
