<?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-4704083671647690018</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:33:48.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>infinity means something</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infinityy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4704083671647690018/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infinityy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607033342214950481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704083671647690018.post-6024561513858825116</id><published>2007-09-15T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:58:01.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were at the bar last night, and he was standing there, at the edge of the booth.  A rare sighting to see him in a button up shirt; a cute, baby blue color.  He had one hand in his pocket and the other holding a Corona, and it just hit me, as many things often do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are no longer children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are adults, and as much as I know most of my friends are still waiting for their life to start, I feel as if I need a break already.  I've been going so hard for so long, I forget what its like to do nothing.  It's hard for me to just sit and listen to good music for an hour, I get stressed out thinking about all the other things I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does life slow down?  I don't think I ever will let my life take a hiatus.  I submitted my application to study abroad in South Africa and Lesotho this winter.  That will be an amazing experience; maybe I'll finally get infinity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4704083671647690018-6024561513858825116?l=infinityy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infinityy.blogspot.com/feeds/6024561513858825116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4704083671647690018&amp;postID=6024561513858825116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4704083671647690018/posts/default/6024561513858825116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4704083671647690018/posts/default/6024561513858825116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infinityy.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-were-at-bar-last-night-and-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607033342214950481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4704083671647690018.post-6383272845505926645</id><published>2007-09-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:52:24.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts on a sleep deprived evening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't understand how people aren't excited about everything they have in front of them.  We have so many resources; we are so lucky.  How many times will you be able to travel to South Africa or Loas and live there for a month?  How could you not take advantage of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is hard.  Math is ridiculous. I've been jilted in love (for lack of a better word) too many times recently.  I want some one to be happy enough to lay in bed next to me.  It brings me a certain kind of happiness and fulfillment I haven't felt in a long time.  And I don't know where else to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4704083671647690018-6383272845505926645?l=infinityy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infinityy.blogspot.com/feeds/6383272845505926645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4704083671647690018&amp;postID=6383272845505926645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4704083671647690018/posts/default/6383272845505926645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4704083671647690018/posts/default/6383272845505926645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infinityy.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-thoughts-on-sleep-deprived.html' title='random thoughts on a sleep deprived evening.'/><author><name>Sophie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07607033342214950481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
