<?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-1751492224979341813</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:32:58.998-07:00</updated><category term='jeanette'/><category term='Jennie'/><category term='whitney'/><title type='text'>Golden Wind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-5567406175436168206</id><published>2009-08-27T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:05:23.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>I have decidedly decided to call this blog to an end. There isn't much I want to write on here anymore, though it was a fun, not to mention short, lived attempt at writing.&lt;br /&gt;Gian....I hope you can forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-5567406175436168206?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/5567406175436168206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=5567406175436168206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/5567406175436168206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/5567406175436168206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2009/08/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-8157253165305854774</id><published>2009-04-11T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:44:55.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Crests</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I have ever mentioned how proud I am to be Japanese. But, I must say, I think I am pretty freakin awesome for being Japanese. One of my most favorite things are family crests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SeEqq6wL2XI/AAAAAAAAABc/bFoj0joPIlY/s1600-h/crest1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SeEqq6wL2XI/AAAAAAAAABc/bFoj0joPIlY/s320/crest1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323583151342868850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SeEqlrnpixI/AAAAAAAAABU/C0QYZLAd5cs/s1600-h/crestM.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SeEqlrnpixI/AAAAAAAAABU/C0QYZLAd5cs/s320/crestM.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323583061381188370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have two. One from my mom's side (the Miyasaki), and one from my dad's side (the Horito).&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I am not a pure breed asian, I do have two family crests. One from my mommy's side and one from my daddy's. (Though, I'm suppose to take on the dominate male side...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-8157253165305854774?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/8157253165305854774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=8157253165305854774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8157253165305854774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8157253165305854774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2009/04/family-crests.html' title='Family Crests'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SeEqq6wL2XI/AAAAAAAAABc/bFoj0joPIlY/s72-c/crest1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-2034321476674593943</id><published>2009-04-10T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:18:47.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Friends</title><content type='html'>So, I believe that I have a larger following than I first thought...which is creepy and interesting all at once... So, I guess that I will HAVE to start writing about more interesting things, more often. I guess that will be a lot more interesting since I am moving back to Vegas! (YAY!!) Vegas always seems to inspire a much more creative side to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways---&gt; if you enjoy stalking me, check out my facebook videos. I've actually been adding stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Thanks! bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Ps! i have created a new blog. This one is mainly for Eric. But you can feel free to check it out! I call it : the_anecdote.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;I hope it is more interesting than this one has been.  This has been an Obama on a richter scale of 1 to LAME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-2034321476674593943?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/2034321476674593943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=2034321476674593943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/2034321476674593943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/2034321476674593943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-friends.html' title='Hey Friends'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-7338360345423484375</id><published>2009-03-13T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:10:57.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpersonal Communications. Lesson 9</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we disclose information out of a moral obligation. People who are HIV- positive, for example, are often faced with the choice of telling their partners or past partner and health care provides.&lt;br /&gt;Are there any other situation where there is a moral obligation to disclose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I agree if someone had HIV or any other permanent STD then they defiantly should tell their significant other’s/medical field. If I was marrying someone and they used to have an STD that is curable and got it taken care of I’d rather not know about it in the first place it wouldn’t be any of my business. I also agree that you should disclose how much debt/credit score before you get married. As for if they have a drinking problem I would already know about it. I plan on dating the person I marry for several years if not live with them before hand (so I hope I’d know) If they had a previous drinking problem and were recovering I don’t think it’s a “moral obligation” for them to tell you. That makes it sound like you are judging them rather than being the support through it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-7338360345423484375?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7338360345423484375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=7338360345423484375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7338360345423484375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7338360345423484375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2009/03/interpersonal-communications-lesson-9.html' title='Interpersonal Communications. Lesson 9'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-7140657936186847230</id><published>2009-03-12T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:27:16.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free random</title><content type='html'>SO.... i stole this from whitney. I hope I win a dress from her....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways----&gt; follow the rules and be NOT the third.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be one of the first three (3) bloggers to leave a comment on this post, which then entitles you to a handmade item from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Winners, you must post this challenge on your blog, meaning that you will Pay It Forward, creating a handmade gift for the first 3 bloggers who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The gift that you send to your three Friends can be from any price range and you have 365 days to make/ship your item. This means you should be willing to maintain your blog at least until you receive your gift and have shipped your gifts. And, remember: It’s the Spirit and the Thought That Count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you receive your gift, please feel free to blog about it!! If you are not one of the Top Three Commenters on this post, you can still play along. Post it on your blog; start your own Pay It Forward chain, and encourage your blogging friends to do the same!I will need your address if you are one of the first three bloggers.hurry and leave one of the first comments!who doesn't want a rockin' handmade goodie?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-7140657936186847230?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7140657936186847230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=7140657936186847230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7140657936186847230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7140657936186847230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2009/03/free-random.html' title='Free random'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-3466957044141464396</id><published>2009-03-10T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:13:21.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Interpersonal Communications Lesson 5</title><content type='html'>So, for you who don't know, I have an online class for interpersonal communications. It's working out really well. I don't have to talk to anyone, and I am getting college credit for "communication". I'm pretty sure my people skills are getting way intensely better. Along with my grammar...&lt;br /&gt;(Yay for fake school!)&lt;br /&gt;Moving on- So, one of my favorite things to do is to make fun of the kids in my class as they write things down.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some good ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment:&lt;br /&gt;What we believe and value, how we behave, how we view ourselves and others is strongly influenced by the culture in which we live. For your group’s category discuss the flowing:&lt;br /&gt;Group # 3&lt;br /&gt;Category: Family, Dating/Marriage&lt;br /&gt;What is your attitude towards above the concept?&lt;br /&gt;How does your attitude contrast with your parent’s or grandparent’s generation?&lt;br /&gt;How might your reactions differ if you came from a different culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that a person should not date until at least 16, and have sufficient knowledge about dating and the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;possibly dangers*1 &lt;/span&gt;of it. I do not think that a person should date unless his or her family feels good about the one he or she is going to date. I, and some of my family and extended family, that young men should not date until at least &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;21 years old*2&lt;/span&gt;, and that young women should not date until at least &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;18 years old*3&lt;/span&gt;. I think that people should not get married until they have dated their future husband or wife for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;several months*4&lt;/span&gt;. I believe this because of the commitment that marriage has. i would not want to marry someone who I did not know. &lt;br /&gt;These beliefs are very similar, if not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the same*5&lt;/span&gt;, as my parent's and grandparent's ideas and thoughts about this matter. If I were from a different culture, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I think that my thoughts about this might change*6&lt;/span&gt;. However, I believe that I would keep the same basic reactions and thoughts about dating, marriage, and family, unless I did not have any knowledge about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1- BEWARE OF DATING!!! It can or may led to marriage, feelings of love and horniness, and sometimes even PREGNANCY!! VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED&lt;br /&gt;*2 - When they come home from their missions. Because EVERYONE goes on missions. So boys, don't EVEN THINK about taking Molly to Prom or Homecoming. Dating is NOT ALLOWED. Take those natural feelings of attraction and your sexual drive and have a wet dream....or two...or three....&lt;br /&gt;*3 - because, you know, girls are REALLY MATURE at age 18, and should date and get married to a 21 year old. This is a great idea. Get them young before they even know what's happening....&lt;br /&gt;*4 -  as in two months dating and 2 months wedding planning. Or 3 months dating and 1 month wedding planning. Or if you're bit of a rebel, 4 months dating and 1 month wedding planning!&lt;br /&gt;*5 - because nothing has changed in the past, you know....century. &lt;br /&gt;*6 - I mean, it's possible....but not likely.  Because I was pretty much just born with all the information I know, and why would it be any different if I was born in a place that has different values as I do? Because, well, EVERYONE should know and have the same values I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that families are to be together forever. Dating is a way to find that&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; special person to be married to for time and all eternity^1&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;My attitude is actually very similar to my parents and grandparents. I feel this comes from our religion, we have all been taught the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;same principles^2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I may have a really different outlook on these ideas if I came from a different culture. In fact, I already know that my beliefs are not the same as many cultures even inside of the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^1 - That I will find in only a few months time!! YAY for eternal love!&lt;br /&gt;^2 - Minus that whole, "polygamy" thing...but if my husband asked me to do that, I would totally be okay with it. I mean, my grandparents did it, and nothing has changed since like the early 1900s!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that family and marriage are basic essentials to a successful society, with values. i also believe that it is the foundation upon which everything else in our life is built. &lt;br /&gt;I think that my attitude toward family and marriage is probably quite similar to the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;popular attitude *1&lt;/span&gt; of my parents and grandparents generations.&lt;br /&gt;There are many cultures that dont put the same kind of emphasis on family and marriage as we do, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;here in the heart of Utah*2&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, as I have spent time in other places, I have seen messages that are contradictory the ideals that I hold about family and marriage. It could have been a lot different if I were raised in an entirely different culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 - Because my parents are so cool! We're like, THE MOST popular people in our ward!!! Like, everyone agrees with my grammy about who, how, and why people should get married!!&lt;br /&gt;*2 - You know: ZION. Hello. God's Holy CHOSEN Land. The heart of Utah has THE BEST family values!! Even though there's a huge percentage of rap, some incest, misconstrued religious freaks who believe in polygomy....Besides that, we're perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the dating age of my life. I do have a boyfriend who my family loves. He is of the same belief as my family and I which makes it all the better. I think that people/parents are more strict with the dating thing. They want it to all be perfect. A man with the same values, that is on the path that they think is right. &lt;br /&gt;But we shouldn't neglect the people that don't have the same values we should give everyone a chance.&lt;br /&gt;I think if i came from a differnt culture the dating thing would be differnt. I think that i would be more obligied to marry within my culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you posters from bigot Utah!! Please excuse me now as I become a homicidal maniac with a shotgun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-3466957044141464396?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/3466957044141464396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=3466957044141464396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/3466957044141464396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/3466957044141464396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2009/03/online-interpersonal-communications.html' title='Online Interpersonal Communications Lesson 5'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-5018722630020762509</id><published>2009-03-10T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:32:27.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Copy Kat</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey heyheyhey!!!&lt;br /&gt;(yes. my new favorite thing in the world is to say HEY a kicha-kabillion times. And yes, that it a number. It comes after a kajillion.)&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry to tell you this fellow followers! But, pretty much I like to blog only when I know that Jeanette is blogging. And now that I am able to read her bloggy-blog-blog, I will start blogging more!!&lt;br /&gt;MK? Now you have more stuff to laugh at Gian!!&lt;br /&gt;May the funnies begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-5018722630020762509?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/5018722630020762509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=5018722630020762509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/5018722630020762509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/5018722630020762509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-copy-kat.html' title='Being a Copy Kat'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-8638272973391826854</id><published>2008-11-25T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:15:47.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete</title><content type='html'>I have come to the realization recently that my life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I really mean it. COMPLETE.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;oh well...youknow.....&lt;br /&gt;HOMESTARRUNNER HAS IT'S OWN WIKI!!&lt;br /&gt;i know i know. badass.&lt;br /&gt;it's like wikipedia, but better. All your homestarrunner conglomerated into ONE SPACE!&lt;br /&gt;you can find it here:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hrwiki.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-8638272973391826854?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/8638272973391826854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=8638272973391826854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8638272973391826854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8638272973391826854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/11/complete.html' title='Complete'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-8123186636133773688</id><published>2008-11-19T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:11:13.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy??</title><content type='html'>Dear Gian:&lt;br /&gt;you read my blog??? weird. and creepy. i didn't even KNOW you followed it.&lt;br /&gt;at least that means i have a larger following than i perceived.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;silly teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS i'm so glad you don't know my REAL blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&amp;light&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-8123186636133773688?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/8123186636133773688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=8123186636133773688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8123186636133773688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8123186636133773688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/11/creepy.html' title='Creepy??'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-8845344091116335034</id><published>2008-11-17T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:52:00.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>It's just another Manic Monday...that i wished never happened.&lt;br /&gt;i can handle being single, right? i've done it before and there is no NEED to be in a relationship. PLUS, i get sister and family time for about the next two weeks. Which will be amazing!! (I love them so so much!) That's more than enough time to be okay yea??&lt;br /&gt;(Except for the fact that I still love him more than anything...)&lt;br /&gt;But we'll still be friends, and I may perhaps still see him sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;My challenge is to be single and to love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;the girl with no earrings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-8845344091116335034?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/8845344091116335034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=8845344091116335034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8845344091116335034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8845344091116335034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/11/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-692210435911155092</id><published>2008-11-10T16:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:42:28.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on, it's gunna be Okay</title><content type='html'>Little girl&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so sad?&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s raining outside &lt;br /&gt;and the sky is gray&lt;br /&gt;but keep your eyes bright&lt;br /&gt;keep your smile true&lt;br /&gt;And life and love will come back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s love love love&lt;br /&gt;That you’ve gotta hold on to&lt;br /&gt;It’s life&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to trust&lt;br /&gt;So dive right in to the day&lt;br /&gt;And hold on&lt;br /&gt;It’s gunna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s winter time&lt;br /&gt;I know what it’s like to hear that someone died&lt;br /&gt;But there’s no need to hold on to your tears&lt;br /&gt;It’s time &lt;br /&gt;To let love heal those wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it’s love love love&lt;br /&gt;That you’ve gotta hold on to&lt;br /&gt;And it’s life that &lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to trust&lt;br /&gt;So dive right in to the day&lt;br /&gt;And hold on&lt;br /&gt;It’s gunna be okay&lt;br /&gt;It’s gunna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl&lt;br /&gt;I know what it’s like &lt;br /&gt;To grow up too fast&lt;br /&gt;To give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;Little girl I know what it’s like to be in love&lt;br /&gt;And to lose a beautiful moment to a sad sad song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s love love love&lt;br /&gt;That you’ve gotta hold on to&lt;br /&gt;And it’s life that &lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to trust&lt;br /&gt;So dive right in to the day&lt;br /&gt;And hold on&lt;br /&gt;It’s gunna be okay&lt;br /&gt;It’s gunna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s love love love&lt;br /&gt;That you’ve gotta hold on to&lt;br /&gt;And it’s life that &lt;br /&gt;You’ve got to trust&lt;br /&gt;So dive right in to the day&lt;br /&gt;And hold on&lt;br /&gt;It’s gunna be okay&lt;br /&gt;It’s gunna be okay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-692210435911155092?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/692210435911155092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=692210435911155092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/692210435911155092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/692210435911155092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/11/hold-on-its-gunna-be-okay.html' title='Hold on, it&apos;s gunna be Okay'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-7793017172816950257</id><published>2008-11-06T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:52:54.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's on Probation</title><content type='html'>And I am the leading star in this drama.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how well Samuel shows up as the leading man. Or, will things take a terrible turn from good to bad?&lt;br /&gt;I know I have high expectations and that I get to leave those behind now. But did he feel that he did his 100% last night??&lt;br /&gt;That's what I would really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;Love's on Probation.&lt;br /&gt;And I am ready to go the distance to get this relationship to work. Even if that requires me to move to an amish territory and live without luxury.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-7793017172816950257?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7793017172816950257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=7793017172816950257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7793017172816950257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7793017172816950257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/11/loves-on-probation.html' title='Love&apos;s on Probation'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-4947205788884948417</id><published>2008-11-04T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:12:46.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dasher, prancer, comet, vixon, blitzen, nixon??</title><content type='html'>you know:&lt;br /&gt;dasher, prancer, dancer, vixon, comet, cupid, donner, blitzen.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;so... are those the 8 tiny reign deer? I believe that I am not longer able to sing the rudolph song SIMPLY because I do not know the original 8 reign deer....&lt;br /&gt;thank you brea and dad for singing it to me last night. me and jack-attack really enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-4947205788884948417?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/4947205788884948417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=4947205788884948417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/4947205788884948417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/4947205788884948417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/11/dasher-prancer-comet-vixon-blitzen.html' title='dasher, prancer, comet, vixon, blitzen, nixon??'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-7035977040182872427</id><published>2008-11-03T16:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:01:25.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate myspace so this is going here</title><content type='html'>So...my curiosity of today is why do people make blogs, and then DON'T allow people to see them?&lt;br /&gt;Why write a blog if you do not want other people to read them? Isn't the point to get out information whether it be fact or fiction?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want someone to read what you write, write in a journal please. Don't do the ridiculous write a blog that people can only read if you allow them to. It defeats the purpose and SCREAMS: &lt;br /&gt;HEY! GIVE ME ATTENTION IN AN UNHEALTHY WAY BECAUSE APPARENTLY I DON'T FEEL LIKE MY OPINION MATTERS UNLESS PEOPLE SHOW ME THEY CARE!!&lt;br /&gt;get over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may come across as harsh and abrasive, but you know that i am speaking the truth. Whether or not that was what you were thinking as you were posting your "protected" blog, that is what it is screaming.&lt;br /&gt;And, if you are too scared to actually VOICE what you are feeling, or are afraid that it is going to be rude, get over it. Or find out and know why you are feeling that way. Stop getting stuck in dumb repetition of only partially voicing how you are feeling about your life and the repetition of NOT KNOWING why things happen the way they do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now I don't give a damn if this post offends anyone. Because, apparently if it is offending someone, I hit a button that says, "hey. she's telling the truth, and i've been living and loving a lie."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-7035977040182872427?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7035977040182872427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=7035977040182872427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7035977040182872427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7035977040182872427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-myspace-so-this-is-going-here.html' title='i hate myspace so this is going here'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-6226405551549846362</id><published>2008-10-20T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:10:06.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ideal wedding cake</title><content type='html'>I've decided to scratch the ferris wheel cake and to get a carousel cake. &lt;br /&gt;like these, but better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r227/forever77today/?action=view&amp;current=pastry_buffet_002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r227/forever77today/pastry_buffet_002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r227/forever77today/?action=view&amp;current=carousel-cake-04.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r227/forever77today/carousel-cake-04.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r227/forever77today/?action=view&amp;current=carousel-cake-01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r227/forever77today/carousel-cake-01.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r227/forever77today/?action=view&amp;current=carousel-cake-05.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r227/forever77today/carousel-cake-05.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-6226405551549846362?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/6226405551549846362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=6226405551549846362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/6226405551549846362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/6226405551549846362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/10/ideal-wedding-cake.html' title='ideal wedding cake'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-739356304591800918</id><published>2008-10-20T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:35:16.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, you make my heart beat fast</title><content type='html'>Pretty much I feel like my heart is racing. For no REAL reason except for the fact that I love Samuel. And I was just looking at a picture we took like 5 days ago...and it was a strange moment where i went, wow. he loves me. Because, it's funny but whenever we are taking a picture...he kisses me. usually on the cheek. and it's cute and it's sweet. and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-739356304591800918?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/739356304591800918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=739356304591800918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/739356304591800918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/739356304591800918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/10/boy-you-make-my-heart-beat-fast.html' title='Boy, you make my heart beat fast'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-8928151830000738318</id><published>2008-10-19T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:37:29.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whitney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jeanette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennie'/><title type='text'>Life is a Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In response to Whitney:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Choose a singer/band/group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Answer unsing ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Tag 3 more people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ANBERLIN~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Are you male or female?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything in Between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Describe yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a Light that Never Goes Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. What do people feel when they're around you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy the Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. How would you describe your previous relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Describe your current relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Where would you want to be now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stationary stationary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. How do you feel about love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Heavy Heart Work of Staggering Genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. What's your life like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A rolling stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Say something wise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never take friendship personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-8928151830000738318?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/8928151830000738318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=8928151830000738318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8928151830000738318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/8928151830000738318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-song.html' title='Life is a Song'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-1222474219089036313</id><published>2008-10-17T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:40:31.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apartments</title><content type='html'>my apartments smells like shit. and i mean literally. someone clogged their toilet and hasn't fixed it.&lt;div&gt;i also made THE WEIRDEST experience in my apartment last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now my stomach feels like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ktdrtsrjtdcghviupBARFlyftycgfcfrshrtikydtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-1222474219089036313?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/1222474219089036313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=1222474219089036313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/1222474219089036313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/1222474219089036313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/10/apartments.html' title='apartments'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-2765695030768031932</id><published>2008-10-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:54:34.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lauren horito school of hair and technology</title><content type='html'>so.... i cut Samuel's hair on Sunday. I did an awesome job. AND i styled it. but, Sam thought it looked gay.&lt;div&gt;LAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, it looks pretty good now. He styles it like a bachelor. (Mostly meaning not styled.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT! i will admit. I don't know how to cut the neckline...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't tell Sam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-2765695030768031932?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/2765695030768031932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=2765695030768031932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/2765695030768031932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/2765695030768031932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/10/lauren-horito-school-of-hair-and.html' title='lauren horito school of hair and technology'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-4696235627159025517</id><published>2008-10-09T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:08:31.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>commiting to yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome, even though it didn't go as according to plan. But it worked.&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 5 a.m. to go swimming.  Exhausted, I rolled out of bed and texted Samuel. His response was that he was still sleeping. I took that figuratively, not literally. So I get to the Provo Rec Center, and Samuel is not there. So I called him, and he explained that he was still in bed because of certain events that happened Tuesday night. So, he went back to sleep and I went to swim and work out. Not gunna lie, I was slightly annoyed that he chose that and figured that was probably how the rest of the day was going to go.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways----&gt; I got over that he didn't come, and my work out was awesome. Swimming was great, and my cardio is getting better. I did a little karate and worked on controlling my body. Fun stuff. Then, I went and got some stuff from Walmart, went home for a shower, and got ready for the day. (Of which, my outfit was awesome yesterday!)&lt;br /&gt;As 9 rolled around, I called Samuel and woke him up.  This time I told him it was time to get up for the day and to go get in the shower and that I would be there in 15 minutes. So, he did, and I got there and sat in his room as he was in the shower. After about 2 months, I finally saw his room which was awesome because he still lives out of boxes in his room. (I love Samuel and his inability to commit.)&lt;br /&gt;Best part of the day is that what started off as a rocky day turned around in moments. Samuel chose to not let what happened the previous night to annoy him. We talked about the first movie he edited, me cutting his hair, and what I would like to do with my life. The "what I would like to do with my life" was a funny conversation because Samuel told me that I could go into hair and start a HUGE train of hair salons with my sisters. (I explained to him how me and whitney and tia all thought about going to hair school.) It probably would have been a good idea to tell Samuel that I am not that passionate about hair.... But then we moved on, and I explained that I would love to pick the music for movies...Awseome conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways---&gt; we went on our adventure to center stage but did not find the vault. BUT, we did find this awesome book store that holds all kinds of sci-fi books. And apparently I get to read Stephen King somtime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, yesterday day was awesome. Though, the Anberlin concert was lacking. Though, Anberlin was awesome. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-4696235627159025517?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/4696235627159025517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=4696235627159025517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/4696235627159025517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/4696235627159025517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/10/commiting-to-yesterday.html' title='commiting to yesterday'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-6534578003348856898</id><published>2008-10-07T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:33:30.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is fake olympic training in the mornings then grand adventure till noon.&lt;div&gt;i am excited. so is Sam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-6534578003348856898?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/6534578003348856898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=6534578003348856898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/6534578003348856898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/6534578003348856898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/10/ps.html' title='PS'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-7028633146698799185</id><published>2008-10-07T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:15:54.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday nights</title><content type='html'>play doctor doctor&lt;div&gt;hear the heart&lt;div&gt;beating and beating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;play the fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fighting and playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;falling in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was never so easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when i know when you are not being you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owning the feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spending every moment i can spare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching the sun rise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mornings so simple, so treasured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day's just beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the only way to wake up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best times, best moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing that you will always be there&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/1751492224979341813-7028633146698799185?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7028633146698799185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=7028633146698799185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7028633146698799185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7028633146698799185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-nights.html' title='monday nights'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-7224629454214978779</id><published>2008-10-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:09:39.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J&amp;J</title><content type='html'>Pretty much this blog is for Jennie and Jeanette. Because they are both such sweethearts and were worried about me because of my last blog.&lt;div&gt;No worries girls. I am still the joyful, genuine girl you have come to reknow the last few days. And life is still beautiful. Every once in a while, I feel the need to vent and to let the negative feelings out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, no worries. Especially about the suicide. I just felt that I should acknowledge it because it is somewhere in there, even if i do not feel it.  The feeling is merely there to stretch me and grow me because I am joyful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the phone calls and seeing me. Love you both!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-7224629454214978779?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7224629454214978779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=7224629454214978779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7224629454214978779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7224629454214978779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/10/j.html' title='J&amp;J'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-1926676941299214006</id><published>2008-09-30T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:36:44.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>do you know what it is like being told you are not enough?&lt;div&gt;being told that your beliefs, your life, your knowledge, your choices are not enough? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the life you choose is not what is really making you happy. that you do not know the truth to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am upset. i am hurt. i am so fuckin sick of people's beliefs forced upon me as though they know me better than i know myself. Like they know my valleys and hills i have traveled to get here. All they know and see is that i am once more happy. and they act as though it were a lie. that i were brainwashed and deceived. i hate when people act as though there were one straight road to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if there were one straight road to God, why would he have made so many different people? why would he have made us so different? so unique?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my God knows who i am as do i. i know where i stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have paid my price. i have paid my prices. and i know that life has been made to try me and to assist me in growing. i know all that. deeper and truer than i know the ground i walk upon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but to doubt me? to doubt the knowledge that i have? there is nothing more sick and twisted. there is nothing more sick and twisted than to tell someone who accepts the beliefs another person has, and to spit in their face and say that the life they choose is wrong and will never bring them true happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank God for Sam. for the strength and loves he gives unconditionally. For the gift of life he has given me. I act as though the suicide were lifetimes away. But, i know that it will never really be gone. It is a trial God has given me in order to know happiness. My sadness is merely the reciprocal of the true joy i hold within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-1926676941299214006?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/1926676941299214006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=1926676941299214006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/1926676941299214006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/1926676941299214006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/09/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-5267611832961358829</id><published>2008-09-29T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:56:41.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empowering</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i smile because of all the people i know and have gotten to meet. And it seems that as life moves forward, sometimes they choose to show back up.&lt;div&gt;it's pretty great. i get random text messages from people have not heard from in a while. (Ali Hulme and Keith Jensen. talk about awesome blasts from the past!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO, can i mention how much i love Samuel? in spite of the little problems we have. He assists me in being stronger, just as I assist him. And when he allows me to assist and listen and coach, I find this inner power. It's amazing. And I remember and know who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I SHOULD be listening in my macro class....but i'm not! SO, on to macro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-5267611832961358829?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/5267611832961358829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=5267611832961358829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/5267611832961358829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/5267611832961358829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/09/empowering.html' title='Empowering'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-7740245936718139083</id><published>2008-09-28T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:22:02.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>So, I have been in Impact Training the last few days, and it was pretty awesome. I learned a lot. I loved a lot. So life has been life-ing. And I have been thinking.&lt;div&gt;But, I love Sam. And he's amazing and loving. Ask Jeanette. We're pretty much perfect and happy. (Minus when one of us is analyzing the situation too much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-7740245936718139083?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7740245936718139083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=7740245936718139083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7740245936718139083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7740245936718139083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-3484630554477108228</id><published>2008-09-22T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:26:33.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Monday</title><content type='html'>Today was a manic Monday. And it probably does not help that I have only accomplished one thing on my to do....which was pack for Vegas on Friday....&lt;div&gt;So today was simply a maniac Monday because I have not spent ANY time doing ANYTHING of great importance before Summit training. Homework is STILL piling up from two weeks ago when I was at Quest PLUS what I should have done last week when I got sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I was trying to get to World Financial Group....and got lost... and wasted an hour....and life was messy. And I got frustrated. I thought life was hopeless and wanted to give up and give in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Great way of thinking right? no...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I came to CAL and talked and felt the energy SIMPLY from all the goals in the office. (Thank you Bruce for the power of your soul.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But pretty much, what makes my day, day in and day out; is Sam. No, he never takes the time to text me in the middle of his day, but he does take the time to call me as soon as he is on his way home from work.  And I get that when we start going to the gym (to swim and for me to teach him how to fight); we will spend our mornings and nights together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And can I mention how much I love that Sam makes assumptions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like how he assumes that we spend every night together? I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-3484630554477108228?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/3484630554477108228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=3484630554477108228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/3484630554477108228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/3484630554477108228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/09/point-monday.html' title='Point Monday'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-7001904492033730753</id><published>2008-09-22T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:05:35.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point B</title><content type='html'>So...if I were to get this straight, one is suppose to write updates of their life on their "blog"?&lt;div&gt;Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was just suppose to write, and how one reads between the lines is how much they will be able to tell what is going on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's make this the LAMEN terms of Laurenna blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty much, my life is AMAZING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing little adventures show up in my life that I get to experience and learn and laugh about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family rocks. Pretty much that is everything I could ever say about them in a nut shell.  They're loud and full of so much beautiful life. Not only that, but they support me in everything I decide to do. Even the dumb stuff.  They know how to make me smile and laugh.  And we're all pretty much born story tellers. We probably get that from my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have an awesome support group of friends that range from beautifully different backgrounds.  They are all honest in our relationship and are not afraid to tell me what's up.  Whether it is their life, or if it is mine.  They listen and give feedback and much much support. And I do the same...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I am dating and am in the most fulfilling relationship with the boy that I have been in love with for the past 6 months of my life, and I am getting what I have wanted the most...I am learning everything he knows.  He is coaching me and teaching me and giving me everything I deserve.  He is also not allowing me to take the DAME way out. (meaning: he assists me in facing all my walls and barriers.)  He is my partner in this journey, and we will see how far the road will take us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE&amp;amp;LIGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-7001904492033730753?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7001904492033730753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=7001904492033730753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7001904492033730753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7001904492033730753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/09/point-b.html' title='Point B'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751492224979341813.post-7322821501959957279</id><published>2008-09-20T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:19:40.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point A</title><content type='html'>I am a leaf in the wind.&lt;div&gt;Which would you like to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And obviously, he would like to be the wind too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus came the deadly duo, Wind^squared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yellow wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;White wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and together there was a beautiful dance of spiritual light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yellow turned to gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thus, the Golden Wind was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751492224979341813-7322821501959957279?l=thegoldenwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/feeds/7322821501959957279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1751492224979341813&amp;postID=7322821501959957279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7322821501959957279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751492224979341813/posts/default/7322821501959957279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegoldenwind.blogspot.com/2008/09/point.html' title='Point A'/><author><name>Stargirl Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15100608431029831103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6eimRBSps7k/SNdKLkUXOuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jC9qe7owo44/S220/CIMG0019.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
