<?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-3143806959786642913</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:19:34.629-07:00</updated><category term='Lent'/><category term='social experiment'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='tired'/><category term='humility'/><category term='God'/><category term='No-text Tuesday'/><title type='text'>My General, Non-Serious Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Just....stuff that's not quite so deep, not quite so serious, and not quite in place on my deep and serious blog :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-442688951530584121</id><published>2009-04-08T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:45:20.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social experiment'/><title type='text'>A Social Experiment</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how everyone is always TIRED?&lt;br /&gt;"How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good, but I'm TIRED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, everywhere, is almost always tired.&lt;br /&gt;It's really quite depressing, and almost becoming an epidemic!  And it's everyone's excuse.  "I'm sorry for being cranky, I was TIRED." "I'm sorry, I'm just TIRED."&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. If everyone in the world is equally tired then why bother saying it anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the word "Tired" (including any synonyms one may think up) is out of my vocabulary.  I will not say "tired" all day, or allude to my "Tiredness," or let on that my day was ever bit as "tiring" as yours.  And I want to see how it affects people around me.  The mere mention of being tired brings everything down a notch; no one is as much fun dead tired as they are wide awake. &lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens. :)&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-442688951530584121?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/442688951530584121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/social-experiment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/442688951530584121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/442688951530584121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/social-experiment.html' title='A Social Experiment'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-3693606110289325586</id><published>2009-04-07T17:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:24:01.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No-text Tuesday'/><title type='text'>No Text Tuesday thoughts</title><content type='html'>Perhaps my title deserves an explination.  Last Tuesday (for reasons I had intended to blog, but upon further review decided against), I felt God was telling me to take a day off from texting. It was one of the hardest but most rewarding days I've ever spent; I loved relying on His strength to not text my friends every stupid thing that happened to me during the day.  It was realy refreshing, refocusing, and great for my overall psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tyler spoke about putting aside distractions last night at Bible study.  And one of them most of us agreed was texting. So, since I'd loved my last Tuesday so much, he and I talked ourselves into going every Tuesday without texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tuesday has certainly not been an exception to last Tuesday in it's amazingness. It's not so hard this week, but it is still very good.  Very cleansing. Very calming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to the point of this post. My thoughts from my day.&lt;br /&gt;-I love being a girl.  I'm so glad God made me a girl.  i'd feel awful silly getting excited over cookware and skirts if I were a boy.&lt;br /&gt;-I made the most delicious cookies today. We're talking stinking amazing.&lt;br /&gt;-I love how not being able to text today kept me humble. And an explination of that statement would defeat the purpose.  Good stuff, I like not being able to brag.&lt;br /&gt;-School has been pretty good today. Cooking took a lot of time but it was worth it! yum.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to be so fat by the end of the school year if I have to keep making such delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;-I love this new site that gives me free downloads. I have to be sure to give the link to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;-I am so excited to help Rev. set up for the Easter thing on Thursday!  I love them.&lt;br /&gt;-Easter is Sunday!  Easter is my passion. I'm sure there will be a blog on it here soon.&lt;br /&gt;-And now I have to go do school and check dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later peeps. text you tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-3693606110289325586?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3693606110289325586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-text-tuesday-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/3693606110289325586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/3693606110289325586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-text-tuesday-thoughts.html' title='No Text Tuesday thoughts'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-3489618188973873985</id><published>2009-03-04T12:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:48:36.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lent'/><title type='text'>LENT!</title><content type='html'>I'm doing lent again this year!&lt;br /&gt;And no!  I'm not Catholic!&lt;br /&gt;I do lent to remember what Christ did for me, not because I have to, but because I want to.  It's a daily reminder that Jesus loves me and that only through His strength can I make it through lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooor lent this year I gave up myspace.  I'm only checking facebook for like 15 minutes at night.  I'm cutting back on my text messaging before noon. I can only watch DVDs after 8PM. and NO TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is crazy hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, every morning I get online to check my e-mail. And it's so hard to not hit facebook and myspace.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blowing people off is really hard.  But it's important.  God deserves more of my time.  And doing these things frees up more of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No TV has been interesting, not too bad yet since I was busy this past weekend.  But i'm noticing it in the little stupid times, like lunch time.  But it's good, because I'll listen to a sermon, or music, or read Luke for quizzing or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I'm rather liking the habits lent is making for me this year.  Care to join?  Let me know what you're doing too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-3489618188973873985?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3489618188973873985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/lent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/3489618188973873985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/3489618188973873985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/lent.html' title='LENT!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-9125584446181324121</id><published>2009-01-16T00:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:04:41.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't realize</title><content type='html'>how much you meant to me until I wrote you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven pages.  My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've agonized over missing you these past two years.  And when you stopped answering e-mails (stinker!! :P) I decided a hand-written letter was the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such wonder at what God is doing right now.  Deep inside me; around the world; with you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i miss you.  how I long to see you.  How I am excited to see your smile in May.  How I am excited to walk through the fields where you now live with you.  how I am excited to see the man you've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, my best friend.  Until then.&lt;br /&gt;Your Lindsey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-9125584446181324121?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9125584446181324121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-didnt-realize.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/9125584446181324121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/9125584446181324121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-didnt-realize.html' title='I didn&apos;t realize'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-8707746456283234867</id><published>2009-01-13T20:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:28:50.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myyyy New Year's Resolutions!</title><content type='html'>I guess I should have put these here on, gee whiz, New year's!  but...I didn't. So...I'll put them here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Read my Bible eeeveryday without fail.  no more, awh i'm too tired.  I'll do it tomorrow. Neupe neupe neupe. Daily :)&lt;br /&gt;2) Do some sort of exercise everyday.  I do believe I have done pretty well with this one so far :) 100 sit-ups the other night!  (Ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Talk to God more. &lt;br /&gt;4) Less time on the computer. That one's not working out so hot so far.  I'm trying though...&lt;br /&gt;5) Very very very little TV, Monk and Psych are allowed, and DVDs don't count as TV.  So I biffed that one today. But I've been doing all right.&lt;br /&gt;6) Be optimistic!  No more grumpy-ness :) (No matter what!!)&lt;br /&gt;7) Look for ways to serve.  Don't just serve happily when you're asked or something, LOOOOOK for it.  Very different.&lt;br /&gt;8) Noooo daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, eight is a horrible number. But.....i think i'll quit while i've got a big enough plate, haha :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-8707746456283234867?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8707746456283234867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/myyyy-new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/8707746456283234867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/8707746456283234867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/myyyy-new-years-resolutions.html' title='Myyyy New Year&apos;s Resolutions!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-5397191321291958427</id><published>2008-12-27T09:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:20:59.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!!!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever just wanted to beat someone upside the head until they finally realized how stupid they were being?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.  But there's nothing I can do about it.  not one single thing.  I hate standing by and watching people ruin their lives.  It makes me sick to my stomach when I see these two people dating.  How can they think it's okay?  Seriously?  It's terrible.  I've tried being subtle about my misgivings.  But I can't anymore.  I'm so sick of tiptoeing.  I'm so sick of having to pretend to be happy for them.  I can't fix all these social issues.  but I am so tired of how people change around the people they like.  Or how they won't do stuff because the person they like isn't there.  I don't get it, really I don't.  GRR!  I'm so done with this drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...I still love them. I'm still here for them. Just...don't expect me to pretend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-5397191321291958427?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5397191321291958427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/stopitstopitstopit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/5397191321291958427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/5397191321291958427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/stopitstopitstopit.html' title='STOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-1884777210296502231</id><published>2008-12-13T23:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:59:18.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About me!</title><content type='html'>A survey. Since...I'm sure my friends are tired of getting them in their inboxes. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions For Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASICS&lt;br /&gt;Name: Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;Age:17&lt;br /&gt;Taken Or Single: Single as half a pair of socks! :D&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: Two months from never!&lt;br /&gt;What shampoo do you use: caa-reeeeper!&lt;br /&gt;Fave item of clothing: HOODIE!!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want most: For my friends to start texting me again. c'mon guys!&lt;br /&gt;What would you buy with 1 thousand dollars? I would put some of it in the bank, and buy stuff for orphans. or the hungry. or. something.&lt;br /&gt;Last time you told someone you loved them: tonight befeore i left.&lt;br /&gt;Fave color: Bluee :)&lt;br /&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Or Tea: HOT COCOA!&lt;br /&gt;Hugs Or Kisses: Chocolate both.  Real neither please :)&lt;br /&gt;Mascara Or Concealor: how about uh. neither. and learn how to spell survey maker!!&lt;br /&gt;Pink Or Blue: Blueee :) make it pink! make itblue!&lt;br /&gt;Phone call Or Texts: Texts are easier, but if it's just like a quick convo just call me.  I really don't care actually. but. I love me some text messages.&lt;br /&gt;Faithfreaks.com Or Myspace: I have both. Faithfreaks eats Myspace for brunch.&lt;br /&gt;Dying your hair bleach blonde or deep red: HAHA. neither please.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of friends or a few best friends: a few besties &lt;3 they know who they are :)&lt;br /&gt;Coke Or Pepsi:Doctor pepper or Pepsi is a better question. and the answer to that is yes!&lt;br /&gt;Friday Or Saturday: Friday. friday nights! ahah. no texty deadline. fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;LAST&lt;br /&gt;Hug: Uhm...i have no idea. wait yes, Thursday. aww.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss: neva eva&lt;br /&gt;Item bought: a book. and a Christmas presie!  *snicker snicker*&lt;br /&gt;Person you saw: Mommy-o!&lt;br /&gt;Film you watched: uhhhh.......i have no idea lol.&lt;br /&gt;Thing you said: "Hahahahahahaahha" (I was laughing)&lt;br /&gt;Lesson you had: Piano!&lt;br /&gt;NOW&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: how much I like talking to my friendsbecause they make me laugh and support me :)&lt;br /&gt;Loving: every minute&lt;br /&gt;Hating: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Missing: nobody&lt;br /&gt;Wearing makeup: is not good at midnight&lt;br /&gt;Hows your hair: stringy&lt;br /&gt;What are you suppose to be doing: sleep lol&lt;br /&gt; Doing: this, talking with friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-1884777210296502231?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1884777210296502231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/1884777210296502231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/1884777210296502231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-me.html' title='About me!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-7196674531329129113</id><published>2008-11-18T22:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:18:55.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna blog</title><content type='html'>Pretty much the title says it all.  I'm just overwhelmed with life, and, being the pro procrastinator that I am, a blog sounds much mucchhh better than english homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a senior in highschool.  I love learning. A lot.  I'm really sick of school though.  I'm tired of English Literature, which is full of gore and violence and unwholesomeness that leaves me disgusted and never wanting to open it again.  I'm tired of physics, which I don't understand worth a can of beans (which might actually be matter waves of beans, if we want to be physically correct here). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trig, okay, it works my brain, I'll take it.  Government is love.  I love that class, hahahaha.  Other than that...I'm pretty bummed with school.  It's sad to not understand or not be able to use the what I'm learning, especially because I love learning so much :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo annnnyway.  I just had to vent.  again.  I've been venting to Tiffany all day (Cuz she ROCKS!) and Monica too, haha.  And my Mom.  I'm just having a bad day.  I think I'm still cranky...haha, wait, nope, I know I am ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess I should go read my literature homework.  I think it's Shakespeare this time.  HIS stuff isn't so useless at least.  Maybe now that we're out of dopey old old english stuff we'll hit stuff worth my time, like Shakespeare and Pilgrim's Progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep fighting, students!  We'll make it.  Someday...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-7196674531329129113?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7196674531329129113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-wanna-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/7196674531329129113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/7196674531329129113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-wanna-blog.html' title='I just wanna blog'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-1880072693453880379</id><published>2008-11-17T22:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:10:41.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What in the WORLD?!</title><content type='html'>Warning: I am in an extremely cranky mood. So. This rant will be. interesting. to say the least. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Girls get labeled as being mean a lot. Like, when a guy puts himself on the line to say he likes her, and she says she doesn't like him, then he gets mad. Ever thought maybe it's the WAY the guy does it? Or the WAY he doesn't take hints?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, what is a girl supposed to do. Say there's this guy who's really nice and you just want to be friends, but he starts being all creepy. So if you're nice, his hopes get up. If you're mean, well you're being mean which isn't very nice either. The poor girl can't win. What on earth are we supposed to do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's guys who aren't subtle. at all. like seriously. I just came from getting hit on by a Walgreens employee. I'm not even cute tonight!  What on earth! It was the most disturbing thing in my life. It is a very junky day to be a girl in my world. I don't like being treated like a piece of meat. I don't like how our media sets it up that guys can get sexual images of women everywhere they look. I don't like it that women dress like sluts and don't care what they're doing to men. I don't like it that women flirt back with these creepy guys. and I really don't like it when these creepy guys hit on me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::sigh:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think key lime pie and sleeping beauty are in order.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe pomegranates. or maybe even cheese. I don't care. I just want to go back to chivalrous, modest, non-creepy times.&lt;br /&gt;-Lindsey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-1880072693453880379?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1880072693453880379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-in-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/1880072693453880379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/1880072693453880379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-in-world.html' title='What in the WORLD?!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-9034202380064712056</id><published>2008-11-07T11:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T11:50:57.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zits..</title><content type='html'>Ugh. Everyone gets them.  But they're so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a big bunch of infectedness on your face.  it's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't be like a zit on the face of life.  Don't be all grumpy grouchy and infect everyone with toxic poisons of pessimism and stuff.  yes, "I feel like a zit on the face of life" is from full house.  but seriously.   don't be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a not so disgusting note, I get to go to a football game tonight!  Last one of my highschool years. ever.  Wow.  Scary.  And to think this was the first year I actually cared, haha.  I love the football games.  It reminds me that I really haven't missed much by being homeschooled.  I was at a game with my friend Tyler and I just turned to him and was like "ya know, we really haven't missed much.  I think it's hilarious to see girls walking around in stuff I wear as undershirts as just shirts."  He just chuckled and shook his head.  It's ridiculous how girls dress.  I feel so bad for all the guys out there trying to keep their thoughts pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point of this blog?  Don't be a zit on the face of life, and don't be a stumbling block for your brothers!  Cover it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-9034202380064712056?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9034202380064712056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/zits.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/9034202380064712056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/9034202380064712056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/zits.html' title='Zits..'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-5396743294348312780</id><published>2008-11-05T15:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:52:53.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English is such a crazy langauge!</title><content type='html'>Musing: thinking, thoughts, "absorbed in thought"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- (as a prefix): not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing: funny, "entertaining."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't it mean 'not absorbed in thought'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a silly language English is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stuff in double quotation marks is from dictionary.com!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-5396743294348312780?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5396743294348312780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/english-is-such-crazy-langauge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/5396743294348312780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/5396743294348312780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/english-is-such-crazy-langauge.html' title='English is such a crazy langauge!'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-5281027631533662852</id><published>2008-11-04T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:08:49.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi</title><content type='html'>How do I express the feelings inside me at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a big lead ball has been dropped directly on my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Or a huge balloon has been popped over my head.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that's just my country exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just.  am losing hope :(&lt;br /&gt;Obama-207&lt;br /&gt;McCain-138.&lt;br /&gt;and from that intense screaming (from the TV, not my parents), I'm assuming Obama just got more.  One second, I'll go look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama.&lt;br /&gt;297.&lt;br /&gt;That sound I just heard was my heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;Our country dissolving.&lt;br /&gt;Our freedom saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:01PM, November 4, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;The moment our country elected Barak Obama.&lt;br /&gt;The moment our country invited a socialist to run it.&lt;br /&gt;The moment our country will regret forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what FINE people we're raising?!  Daycares, throwing God out of schools!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, GREAT IDEA!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Mocha: "We're more than screwed, girl.  We're dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Toffee: "But you know our country has to get worse before God comes so I guess it's only a matter of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Rush of Fools: "Jesus, Hurry come back for us, we cannot wait Jesus, hurry come back, we cannot wait ,we cannot wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh America!  Enjoy your last two months of freedom.  Enjoy your last two months of prosperity.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come crying to me when the economy collapses.  Don't come crying to me when your children are dying because government health care takes too long and is too costly.  Don't come crying to me when taxes are so high you can't eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me.  I have to go cry now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-5281027631533662852?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5281027631533662852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/oi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/5281027631533662852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/5281027631533662852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/oi.html' title='Oi'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3143806959786642913.post-6010741177045389837</id><published>2008-11-04T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:24:38.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All fired up...</title><content type='html'>Oh goodness. It's General Election Day. The Tuesday following the first Monday in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this day. It gets me all...wound up and firey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This election is HUGE! I mean, HUGE!!! We're fighting between freedom and socialism here, people! I mean, COME ON! Do we REALLY want to punish the hard working and rich so the jobless and lazy people can get money? Do we REALLY want to make the government pay for our health care, so we can have wayy higher taxes and get poor medicine and doctors who don't care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I VOTE NO!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could vote soo badly.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know why this is called the non-deep ramblings. haha. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3143806959786642913-6010741177045389837?l=thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6010741177045389837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-fired-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/6010741177045389837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3143806959786642913/posts/default/6010741177045389837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegeneralmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-fired-up.html' title='All fired up...'/><author><name>Lindsey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06184608033513277786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b9Ig2B2v7eE/SPqLfYkqnYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hufW1RFZ0Z8/S220/l_1d773fe8a9976cfc7f7ab68b34d937f7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
