<?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-8780328611499338347</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:04:33.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogasaurus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-7348242385214115005</id><published>2009-03-28T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:40:09.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>It has been a while! So Hello!&lt;div&gt;Last night was pass the torch. I thought it would be just a silly ceremony but it meant so much to me. Im so glad that we got to hear from this year's team about their advice and their experiences. Everything each person said was something i needed to hear. I am so excited to start this crazy amazing adventure...But I'm also so scared and doubtful. Can i do this? Can we do this? Did they make a mistake in picking me? Who am i that i get to meet all these people this summer? Are they going to like me? Am i cut out for this? Can we bond as team like we should? Do i even have enough love in me to love these kids?  It is a beautiful mix of emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, we have huge shoes to fill. That scares me but i know that God has control and picked us for this team. I want to give all of me to my teammates and the kids ill meet this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the adventure begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-7348242385214115005?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7348242385214115005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=7348242385214115005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/7348242385214115005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/7348242385214115005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-2605787330665846958</id><published>2009-01-29T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:02:51.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?!!</title><content type='html'>Wow! So early this morning I was kidnapped, in a good way! I am so extremely blessed! I am on the Entourage team 2009-2010! I cant believe it! God is so amazing! After improv night i couldnt picture what the perfect team would look like, then when our blindfolds were removed i knew it was a perfect fit! im so so so excited!  i cant wait for the summer!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-2605787330665846958?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/2605787330665846958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=2605787330665846958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/2605787330665846958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/2605787330665846958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/what.html' title='WHAT?!!'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-3919904261093508142</id><published>2009-01-28T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:03:51.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well hello there...</title><content type='html'>It has been a while. I don't know why I haven't written in a while, but it is time to start again. It is the middle of the third week of school and i can't believe how quick the weeks are going. Life is going by too fast. And after this semester, i have TWO semesters left. Then a degree! That thought scares the crap out of me. Literally, i just pooped my pants. Okay, no i didn't. But I am so scared to grow up. I am scared of taking care of myself without help from my parents. I am scared of leaving vanguard. I have friends all around and i take it for granted. When school is over, i wont have the comfort of walking a few feet to see a friend. I am scared of making my own decisions and possibly making the wrong ones. I don't want to grow up! Could some body please press the slow down button? or does life just go faster from here? i dont want to waste time but i feel like i do a lot! &lt;div&gt;Besides those fears lingering in the back of my mind, i have felt a lot of peace lately. it has been nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-3919904261093508142?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3919904261093508142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=3919904261093508142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/3919904261093508142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/3919904261093508142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-hello-there.html' title='Well hello there...'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-5360368360837741822</id><published>2009-01-05T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:27:26.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>friday was a horrible day. i wrote that depressing blog because i felt so hopeless and frustrated. today is monday and i am completely blown away by God's goodness. He is teaching me so much right now i dont know what to do with it. all i can say looking back on these past few days is wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-5360368360837741822?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/5360368360837741822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=5360368360837741822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/5360368360837741822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/5360368360837741822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-4240737347282831656</id><published>2009-01-02T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:05:28.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I hate that i make her feel like a burden. I hate that i complain when she asks me to do things. I hate that I still want him.  I hate that my dog is dying.  I hate that I don't treat God with the respect that I should. I hate that I am so hard on myself. I hate that I am starting off this year with all these complaints.&lt;br /&gt;My dog mandy might have cancer and we will probably have to put her to sleep. I didnt think it would affect me this much. I am so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-4240737347282831656?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4240737347282831656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=4240737347282831656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/4240737347282831656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/4240737347282831656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-6568031558630550828</id><published>2008-12-23T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:46:33.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new song</title><content type='html'>I found a new song today. i love the lyrics to this song. its called "instead of a show" by jon foreman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate all your show and pretense&lt;br /&gt; The hypocrisy of your praise&lt;br /&gt; The hypocrisy of your festivals&lt;br /&gt; I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt; Away with your noisy worship&lt;br /&gt; Away with your noisy hymns&lt;br /&gt; I stomp on my ears when you're singing 'em&lt;br /&gt; I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instead let there be a flood of justice&lt;br /&gt; An endless procession of righteous living, living&lt;br /&gt; Instead let there be a flood of justice&lt;br /&gt; Instead of a show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your eyes are closed when you're praying&lt;br /&gt; You sing right along with the band&lt;br /&gt; You shine up your shoes for services&lt;br /&gt; There's blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt; You turned your back on the homeless&lt;br /&gt; And the ones that don't fit in your plan&lt;br /&gt; Quit playing religion games&lt;br /&gt; There's blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instead let there be a flood of justice&lt;br /&gt; An endless procession of righteous living, living&lt;br /&gt; Instead let there be a flood of justice&lt;br /&gt; Instead of a show&lt;br /&gt; I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Let's argue this out&lt;br /&gt; If your sins are blood red&lt;br /&gt; Let's argue this out&lt;br /&gt; You'll be one of the clouds&lt;br /&gt; Let's argue this out&lt;br /&gt; Quit fooling around&lt;br /&gt; Give love to the ones who can't love at all&lt;br /&gt; Give hope to the ones who got no hope at all&lt;br /&gt; Stand up for the ones who can't stand at all, all&lt;br /&gt; I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt; I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt; I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt; I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Instead let there be a flood of justice&lt;br /&gt; An endless procession of righteous living, living&lt;br /&gt; Instead let there be a flood of justice&lt;br /&gt; Instead of a show&lt;br /&gt; I hate all your show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song because i feel like he is singing it to me. i dont feel guilt from this song, but i feel conviction. i can't keep living in ignorance. i am great at believing in Jesus, but following him is so hard. But He said it would be worth it. So it is time for action&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-6568031558630550828?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6568031558630550828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=6568031558630550828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/6568031558630550828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/6568031558630550828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-song.html' title='new song'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-4080499302702922814</id><published>2008-12-23T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:44:25.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird.</title><content type='html'>i have been home for over a week, it has been pretty good. the transition from school to home (or home to school) is always hard for me. my mom had surgery on her foot, so i have to take care of her. to be honest i dont like it. i am so used to my dad being sick, and my mom taking care of him while im off on my own. but with my dad at work, i am mostly the main caretaker, its weird. today i got so frustrated with my mom and she could tell. it just bugs me that when she asks me to do something she asks me in a way like she already thinks i dont want to do it. i know i probably give her signals that i dont want to help her, but i wish she would just ask me to do something without getting pouty. now i just sound insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been hanging out with old friends lately and catching up. it makes me laugh that over thanksgiving break and the begining of christmas break i felt so hurt that no one was making an effort to hang out with me and i felt like i had no friends here. Now it seems like all at once all my friends from home want to hang out. One of my friends just broke up with a boyfriend and is a mess. I try to comfort her but im not sure if i am good at it. she is so angry, im afraid that she has lost all hope. i hope that she can find comfort, and that she wont become bitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-4080499302702922814?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4080499302702922814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=4080499302702922814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/4080499302702922814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/4080499302702922814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird.html' title='Weird.'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-6808931380534301148</id><published>2008-12-17T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:40:10.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family time</title><content type='html'>this is our christmas photo, it makes me laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/carlycarly7/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_3e7dd7f038d740e1a3fc5ff833d001de.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 449px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/carlycarly7/l_3e7dd7f038d740e1a3fc5ff833d001de.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-6808931380534301148?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6808931380534301148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=6808931380534301148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/6808931380534301148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/6808931380534301148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-time.html' title='family time'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-7559818313053933177</id><published>2008-12-17T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:54:55.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quitter</title><content type='html'>yup that's right I'm a quitter. I didn't even work one shift at Tillys, and i just told them that i couldnt do it. I feel bad. But honestly i would have worked everyday over break except christmas and the day i move back to school. my mom just had surgery on her foot and i have to take care of her, how can i take care of her if i am working everyday? so i feel like an idiot for overcommiting myself, but i guess i can learn from this. i am still working at pier 1, which is cool, but it just doesnt feel like it did in the summer. maybe it was just new and exciting in the summer, im not sure. or maybe the customers were nicer in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;agh i feel like crawling into a hole and never coming out. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-7559818313053933177?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7559818313053933177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=7559818313053933177' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/7559818313053933177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/7559818313053933177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/12/quitter.html' title='quitter'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-6279533533933654131</id><published>2008-12-13T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:33:57.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while...</title><content type='html'>finals are over. i am home for break. and i am going to be working two jobs. I had orientation today for Tillys and i thought to myself..."what have i got myself into?"  i am pretty sure that between Pier 1 and Tillys, i will work everyday during break. Am i crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking the other day about my relationship with God. I cheat on him a lot. sounds weird but hear me out. I think i have fallen in love with the world over and over. I cheat on Him with i put myself first. i cheat on Him when i decide that it is easier to trust myself than Him. He always takes me back. But goodness, why do i do this to God? He DIED for me and i feel like i basically say sometimes that it just wasnt good enough. what am i doing? I feel like i am stuggling with the thought that Jesus was right and that when i look at myself, i don't resemble Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-6279533533933654131?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6279533533933654131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=6279533533933654131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/6279533533933654131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/6279533533933654131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-while.html' title='it&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-399821243128980828</id><published>2008-11-26T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:29:57.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am home in Bakersfield. i slept in till 11 today! I didnt realize how tired i have been lately. Today i have been by myself a lot. It has been good. I just discovered pandora.com which is an online radio! looove it! today i went on a drive and i went to a park by the river (down by the river!! chris farley) haha, anyways the leaves were all different colors and there were beautiful peacocks running around! i took some pictures on my phone. I walked around and just felt so content. This rush of joy flooded in. Then it started raining! it was beautiful, i spun around and i couldn't stop smiling. &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/carlycarly7/1126081339.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-399821243128980828?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/399821243128980828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=399821243128980828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/399821243128980828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/399821243128980828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-home-in-bakersfield.html' title=''/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-957942395463131070</id><published>2008-11-21T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:34:23.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gender and jazz</title><content type='html'>Okay so my title is misleading, this blog has nothing to do with jazz. I'm proud of you ladies for protesting and going against the norm. it is interesting to hear your views on woofest. When i went to woofest freshman year, i didnt think twice about it. i felt ugly all dressed up though to be honest. I remember all these insecurities i had when i got all dressed up and i felt weird when the guys danced around and stuff. I never thought about the message behind it. I think that woofest for many is just a fun event and an excuse to dress up and take pictures. But there is still a message that it sends whether you see it or not.&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, if i didnt know the girls protesting, i would have thought...hmm thats weird. But actually hearing the reasoning behind the protest opened my eyes to something i never thought of. So thank you friends for speaking truth no matter the reaction.&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to just be complacent and believe everything you are told. It is easy to go with the crowd and not ask questions. But it takes crazy courage to stand up for something you believe in. &lt;br /&gt;jazzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-957942395463131070?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/957942395463131070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=957942395463131070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/957942395463131070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/957942395463131070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/11/gender-and-jazz.html' title='gender and jazz'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-6579041859420808299</id><published>2008-11-19T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:55:33.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>linear algebra+headache=</title><content type='html'>im stresssssed. I've had this headache for four days. I am a big test on friday and i need to get an A on it. There is so much material that i need to know for it and i feel so lost. I can do it! i just don't want to study. Thanksgiving break please come quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-6579041859420808299?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/6579041859420808299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=6579041859420808299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/6579041859420808299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/6579041859420808299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/11/linear-algebraheadache.html' title='linear algebra+headache='/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-5974592019713521428</id><published>2008-11-16T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:45:29.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend and thoughts</title><content type='html'>I had a good weekend. I went home on friday and went to a carrie underwood concert with my mom haha. it was a good concert, i was more entertained with the lights that looked like laser beams and with watching people. I am such a people watcher, i love it. On saturday i hung out with the familia. My brother and i had a tap dance dance off...amazing. i hung out with a friend and then watched an amazingly cheesy movie with my mom. Then i talked to kristen wellers! i miss that girl soo much. Then today i had breakfast with a friend and came back to school.&lt;br /&gt;I really am blessed to be in the family that i am in. I take it for granted and i shouldnt. On saturday at one point my mom, my brother, and i were just laying on my bed talking. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that i love good conversations. Not the shallow conversations, but deep meaningful ones where you walk away thinking wow. I have been so blessed lately with conversations.&lt;br /&gt;I had a few with my mom this weekend (i have a lot with her). We were talking about marriage and i told her that it freaked me out. After some probing, i finally admitted that it freaks me out because i am afraid of failing at it. I am afraid of getting hurt. I am a person who loves with everything inside of me. I am scared of being completely vunerable and giving everything i have and then being rejected. But the truth is that God does that with us everyday. He lets us reject him over and over and He still loves us. Its crazy. but i am scared. But one thing my mom pointed out is that i am just going to try and avoid being hurt by being alone, but then i would just be lonely and be hurt anyways. She wasnt telling me to get married to avoid lonliness but she was saying that someday i will need to take the risk of being rejected. And if i do get rejected, God will get me through it.&lt;br /&gt;And then i was talking to my brother about trying out for entourage and how scared i was. He said "Why? what do you have to lose?" and i thought about it, and once again i am just scared of rejection. But i need to take the risk. No matter what happens, God will never forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it is all about trusting that God will get me through things like rejection. But i must trust Him. I cant live inside my safe little walls forever. I have to step out of this comfort zone which can be more of a prison than a comfortable place.&lt;br /&gt;So overall a good weekend. I am torn between wanting to go home for break but now wanting this semester to end. I dont want to grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-5974592019713521428?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/5974592019713521428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=5974592019713521428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/5974592019713521428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/5974592019713521428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-and-thoughts.html' title='weekend and thoughts'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-4998043811475694783</id><published>2008-11-12T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:08:33.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart on the computer...</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm learning something in my research writing class. it was the class i was most nervous about and it has turned out to be one of my favorite classes...maybe because dempster is awesome. Anyways, he was explaining foucault's theory of the 'gaze' and about the realization of people looking back at you. he said that once you recognize people watching you, you start acting different and are aware of every action.&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking. I think that is where i live my life, in that state of being aware that i am being watched and potentially judged. i wondered why i tend to feel apologetic of who i am and why i always think about what i am saying and beat myself up for saying certain things. its a very vicious cycle...bondage basically. no wonder i want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;And i realize that the more i look to other people to shape my opinions of myself, i will never be satisfied. if i keep looking out to others to validate me, i will never have a solid opinion and acceptance of myself. So maybe if i stop looking to others for my validation and just "accept that i am accepted" (brennan manning's wording is the best way to put it) then i can live in the freedom that i have always wanted. i can live in the freedom of being accepted and then i can be the person that God created to me. i wont get so caught up in the opinions of others. I can then just get caught up in Him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That is what i really want...to be caught up in Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is another thing...acceptance. we all strive for it. we all need it. we all search for it. but we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;already have it&lt;/span&gt;. we are accepted. Sure we aren't all accepted by the world, but those who are...do you really feel fulfilled? do you still feel empty. Maybe the striving for validation and acceptance of the world is meant to leave us empty. Maybe thats why we keep buying and buying and buying. and thats why we keep comparing and comparing. and that is why we still feel empty. Maybe God made it all that way for a reason. I mean if the world completely fulfilled us, why would we turn to Him? Yes yes, this may sound cliche from sermons past. But it makes sense though. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are already accepted. JUST AS WE ARE. we are accepted. &lt;/span&gt;so why do we keep striving?&lt;br /&gt;"Stop and let me love you." I am always doing something. a ministry. praying. reading the right books. Saying the polite things. bettering (is that a word?) myself. i am always doing something. but how often do i just stop? How often do i just let Him love me? And by stop and let Him love me, i don't mean doing more to earn it. I just mean what i say...STOP. breath. accept.&lt;br /&gt;That's all i got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-4998043811475694783?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/4998043811475694783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=4998043811475694783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/4998043811475694783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/4998043811475694783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/11/heart-on-computer.html' title='heart on the computer...'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-8966891071684382828</id><published>2008-11-11T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:23:18.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just be yourself</title><content type='html'>I hear that a lot. "just be yourself" but then i wonder, who is that? For a long time i let my family think for me. So i always tend to look to others to form my opinions...even opinions about myself. But lately i have been realizing, 'hey i want to think for myself' So it is hard not to look to people for an opinion about myself. i have grown into being more and more comfortable in my own skin. I have this bad habit though of comparing myself to everyone. I say to myself, 'if only i was like them' or 'dang, why am i not like that'. i can be hard on myself. But i am working on breaking that habit...or just working on offering that habit up to God. Because all i can hear when i start to compare myself is "You don't have to be anyone else". That is kind of my theme this semester. I am learning to trust that when God made me, He made me the way i am for a reason. its nice to feel this weight of needing to be something else lift off of me...God is gooood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-8966891071684382828?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/8966891071684382828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=8966891071684382828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/8966891071684382828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/8966891071684382828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-be-yourself.html' title='just be yourself'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-3664507469412630237</id><published>2008-11-09T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:32:03.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>I feel weird today. I don't know how to explain it. For the first time this semester I am homesick. But I don't want to go home and hang out with friends. I want to go home and just be by myself. I think I am trying to escape. Going home is my way of escaping the stress of school and then i try to escape the things i am feeling. The funny thing is that going home doesnt help me escape, everything follows. Wow i sound depressed, im not though, i just feel weird. I wish i knew how to explain it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-3664507469412630237?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3664507469412630237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=3664507469412630237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/3664507469412630237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/3664507469412630237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-7352337399867388084</id><published>2008-11-05T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:36:38.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggity blog blog</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Blog blog blog time!&lt;br /&gt;The election is over. To be honest, i am more surprised by the reactions of people than by the results of the election itself. I understand that people have passionate beliefs about certain things, but is it worth getting so upset? It is okay to be disappointed that the candidate you voted for lost, but to call obama hardly a human? Bash him like that? He is the president so support him. And to think that our country will fall apart? yes it will change, but fall apart? i think we are going to be okay. And the tension just makes me sad, why must we say such hateful things to people who have different ideas? I don't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;I saw something on someone's myspace the other day, it was a little bumper sticker that said "democrats, brave enough to kill our unborn children but not brave enough to kill our enemies." Really? is that what bravery is? i think we have got it all wrong sometimes. LOVE. we must LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that...&lt;br /&gt;In about 30 minutes i have to give a presentation for my history of math class about myself. We just have to talk about ourselves and where we see ourselves in 5-10 years. the problem is that i have no idea where i see myself in 5 years! I know i want to teach but i am freaked out. I don't really have a 5 year plan or anything. i just want to be a person who is transparent and genuine and loving. I dont want to be rich and i dont want to live in the suburbs. I dont want to be a missionary in another country (which would be really cool), but i want to be me. I want to teach and i want to love kids that arent loved. i want to be that really weird teacher that everyone remembers. i want to be the teacher that kids feel comfortable talking to when they are lonely. And when i am old, i want to be the crazy teacher. And then a crossing guard. the funny part is, i am completely serious. I want to be different from the world, but still relatable. I dont want to be stiff and legalistic, but real and loving. I dont know if i want to get married, it scares me! and raising kids...even scarier. But who knows? i dont want to plan my life out. i dont want to be perfect. I want to live and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to be anyone else"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-7352337399867388084?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/7352337399867388084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=7352337399867388084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/7352337399867388084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/7352337399867388084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/11/bloggity-blog-blog.html' title='bloggity blog blog'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-3106925527257482793</id><published>2008-10-30T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:49:33.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y202/carlycarly7/l_04864963cb15486bb3d7cdd2b6c63dc0.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture makes me smile. My parents are not very good dancers, but they are happy. i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-3106925527257482793?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/3106925527257482793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=3106925527257482793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/3106925527257482793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/3106925527257482793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/10/dance-dance.html' title='dance dance'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8780328611499338347.post-492685502688209186</id><published>2008-10-30T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:44:59.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary</title><content type='html'>So I'm trying this blog thing out. I hope it isn't like the diaries i used to have when i was little, I would write in them for a couple days and then forget about them. Blogs are weird though, like how vulnerable am I suppose to be in these things? I guess i get to decide that. I don't know what to write. All i can think about is what people will think when they read this...another aspect of my people pleasing personality. why do i care so much of what people think? weird. well here it goes, my first blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8780328611499338347-492685502688209186?l=carlysaurus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/feeds/492685502688209186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8780328611499338347&amp;postID=492685502688209186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/492685502688209186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8780328611499338347/posts/default/492685502688209186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://carlysaurus.blogspot.com/2008/10/diary.html' title='Diary'/><author><name>Carlysaurus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17043135945722048447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IOd3oCD2vwA/SQtcqbqFE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/8UfgNKsUjec/S220/2060207862_f44fcf8d0b_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
