<?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-1006497106560002852</id><updated>2011-10-02T03:03:31.954-06:00</updated><category term='abstract'/><category term='me'/><category term='personal'/><category term='love'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='original song'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>memoirs of a free spirit</title><subtitle type='html'>i am a free spirit, and these are my memoirs.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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solitary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;do our friends and the people we are around define who we are? or is it in the quiet solitary moments that we experience where our true self is revealed? constantly surrounded by admirers and kindred spirits, is this always so healthy? alone and left to converse with only your thoughts. is this healthy either? a human need for companionship, but circumstances call for solitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-2116549128065216581?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-5314998147910735790</id><published>2011-07-06T21:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T21:40:13.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"miles and miles in my bare feet, still can't lay me down to sleep"</title><content type='html'>it's pouring heavily outside, the ceiling fan is on low, bon iver plays in the background and my mind will not stop running. i decide it's time for a non stop writing style blog. ready, go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh how life plays with us. pick us up, throws us across the room just like in those fancy liam neeson movies and then cradles us in it's arms, crooning us back to health. i feel like i'm being repeatedly thrown around by life, and i'd greatly appreciate it if life would slow down a little. thinking about school in the fall and getting ready for it has taken the excitement out of it all. i have no desire to go through with this incredibly large change in my life. i hate change. i want change. i hate change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inspiration comes in many forms, but nothing larger than a great piece of music to get me moving. so many things in my life i want to experience, so many things in my life i want to do, feel, see, receive, create and give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am so full of fear. my deep, inner desire to experience new and great things is not happy with the black hole of fear i hold inside me. i found out last year that fear is the root of my anxiety, my stress, my tears. i know this. but how does one overcome incredible fear? it's not easy, and at the moment does not seem plausible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when i have nothing to stress about in the summer, i still find myself full of tension in my shoulders, neck, jaw and head. it may just be a life struggle to keep the pain and tightness out of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nature is the best healer of the soul. i get to venture out into my favorite place in the world next week and i feel it will be a good thing for me to do. reconnect, meditate, be inspired and light the flame that this mundane schedule has snuffed out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-5314998147910735790?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/5314998147910735790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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associate's degree on friday, drove down to a close friend's reception on saturday, and drove back today. there are several things i learned over the past few days and thought about during the drive. these are those things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. people change. you can't expect your image of a person you had when they left to be the same when you see them a year later. but also remember that you aren't the same either, and that's a good thing sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. people don't always treat you the way you want them to, or imagine them to. you have to throw out preconceived notions of how the weekend will pan out, and how they will act around you. then accept it and try to be conscious of your actions and be kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. life is beautiful and happy. i sometimes put off the vibe that i'm bitter about my best friends getting married, but i'm not. i am so incredibly happy for my friends, and love that they are so happy and in love. i absolutely cannot wait until i fall in love and have that experience. it's something i am looking forward to, and wish my friends the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;4. change is the only thing that's constant. i cannot escape it. i should stop trying. it terrifies me, it hurts, it's wonderful, it's fun, it's sad, and it's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;5. my friends will always be there for me. even if they live miles away and are married. i know that we will always be friends/sisters/brothers and i should not get down on the fact that they are gone. they are with me all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;life. i'm experiencing it. i'm living it. i'm learning. i may not be perfect, but everyday i mold a little more. and i'm ok with that.&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/1006497106560002852-6100324699644024991?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-8003060812830827722</id><published>2011-04-02T23:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:56:47.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"you're such a pretty thing to be running from anyone."</title><content type='html'>i guess it's the distance i feel. the space between the souls of me and the people i'm around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't connect anymore. i don't feel like the same species. i want to scream, but i can't. i am controlled by a society that won't let me fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't freak out, don't cry, don't show it, don't be pathetic, don't be vulnerable, don't be exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am real, i am human. i feel i love i hurt i exude i hate i move i stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am to the point of implosion that no one sees.&lt;div 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pretty thing to be running from anyone.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-4263773343542708093</id><published>2011-01-04T13:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:04:29.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 transformational resolutions for our generation's women</title><content type='html'>so i follow a website called tonic.com. it is a news site that only reports good, happy, positive, uplifting stories. there was an article today that spoke about nine transformational resolutions all women should make this year. with me being a slight feminist slash activist for female empowerment, i thoroughly enjoyed it and wanted to share. i am going to do this, and i encourage all of you gorgeous, worthwhile, divine women to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will remind myself daily that life does not live me. Recognize  that you create your own path and plan each day with this in mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  I will reconnect with my body. Learn about and embrace your body's  natural and powerful cycles. As your body moves through hormonal changes  throughout the month, it will have something different to say each day.  Fighting against it only creates tension that manifests itself in  challenging ways.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will embrace my own sexuality. Women are  born as powerful, sexual, multi-orgasmic beings. This gift has been  buried under centuries of religious and societal messages that have  taught us to feel shame for our bodies and sexuality and to oblige our  partners while forgetting about ourselves. Rediscover your natural,  erotic self.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will set aside at least 30 minutes of pure "me  time" every day. Use this time to read a book that speaks to your soul,  meditate, sit in a quiet place, peel off the layers and re-discover your  authentic self. When the messages of others are quieted in your head,  your heart and soul can be heard and they never lie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will  honor my body by eating healthier and exercising regularly. A healthy  body is a prerequisite for anything else you do. Treat your body like a  temple and trust that when you do it will take its natural, healthy,  beautiful shape.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will commit to consistent time with the women  of my circle.  A few hundred years ago, the gathering of women was  outlawed because its power was overwhelming to many. Tap into this  power. These women will remind you of your beauty and strength whenever  you forget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will challenge myself to be the one who defines my  beauty inside and out. This will require critically filtering media and  societal messages that tell you that you must look, act and speak in a  prescribed way in order to be deemed an attractive and acceptable woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I  will trust my instincts. Believe in the life-sustaining instincts you  have as a woman, the profound wisdom you carry and your ability to see  truth. Too often we doubt ourselves. Your instincts will never steer you  wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will remember who I am at my core. Keep near you a  photograph of yourself before the age of nine. She will inspire you to  honor her, hear her, love her and fiercely protect her, always.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;you can find the full article &lt;a href="http://www.tonic.com/article/9-transformational-resolutions-every-woman-should-make-for-2011/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-4263773343542708093?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/4263773343542708093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2011/01/9-transformational-resolutions-for-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/4263773343542708093'/><link rel='self' 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all day thinking about what the new year means, and how we perceive time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we usually think of the time of a year as a short line. the beginning of the line is january, and the end is december. at the end we start over, go back to the beginning, and create a whole new segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, however, do not think of time that way. i have never felt too excited about celebrating new years eve, and felt silly counting down to a new year. i feel like we are still continuing on this line. the line that i've been traveling on my whole life. i've never felt like january 1st was a new start, but just the day after december 31st. you just keep following the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do, however, believe that the line of time is circling. i feel that time has been wound up, like the film of a movie on a platter. the farther along we get, the larger the revolutions. we are only a fraction of a centimeter away from another time, and with bending the film, we can touch another period. it's the most basic and popular concept of time travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aside from my deep thoughts about time and dimensions, i really have made resolutions, even though i try to make resolutions all year long. so it's more of me deciding to continue to work on what i've been doing for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i will not put forth the effort to give anyone the time of day, when i am only a mere option. i am worth more than that, and i deserve more. even if this means i will have to go a while loving myself because no one else can love me better, than so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i am going to show the world how much i care about my self esteem, and how i view myself. i am gorgeous. i am more than worth the attention. i am a divine creation, and i expect to be treated as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i am going to make a difference. slowly. day by day. i'm going to toms, i'm spreading the cranes, i'm writing post-it notes. i'm becoming an agent for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited to continue along this trail of time, and ready for another revolution of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-2138086934434892032?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2138086934434892032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-this-is-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/2138086934434892032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/2138086934434892032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-this-is-new-year.html' title='&quot;so this is the new year&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-7979887440799548641</id><published>2010-12-27T11:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T12:07:39.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"and she fights for her life as she puts on her coat"</title><content type='html'>what is the power of dreams? why do we have them and what do they mean? are they pre deja vu, waiting to be fulfilled in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking so much lately, and i've been having dreams. these aren't regular dreams though. regular dreams have random people and things happen. my dreams have been very plausible, and with people i am very close to. they are so real and vivid that i believe they are real. then i wake up and i am so confused and it actually scares and sometimes even depresses me. why am i having these "visions" of sorts? and what do they mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also had the worst "day-mares" i call them. when i'm not focused during the day, my mind wanders off and has day dreams. but they are terrifying scenes and they freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is on a never ending sprint. i cannot make it stop. i need it to stop. it's throwing my mood all over the place and messing with my mind. what is going on with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-7979887440799548641?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-7893864934280057326</id><published>2010-12-21T23:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:21:03.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"electric feel"</title><content type='html'>i've had a strong current of constant thought running in and out of my brain paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am told to embrace the loneliness. we learn to deal. and we do. i do. i learn tactics, tricks, and tips to holding my sutures in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what if it hits you and you try, you try so hard to embrace the loneliness, but you can't. you crave something, you burn for it. i want to dig deeper, i want to find that stronger connection. i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go under all the layers and fix the moth eroded holes in the lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it won't stop haunting my thoughts. that dream. so vivid that i feel that it was real. and i want it to be real. but i don't know what stock to take in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is seriously messing with my thoughts. i can't take my mind off of this. help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-7893864934280057326?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7893864934280057326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/12/electric-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/7893864934280057326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/7893864934280057326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/12/electric-feel.html' title='&quot;electric feel&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-8591714618894831819</id><published>2010-10-26T12:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:51:31.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"your lips are warm, even in winter air."</title><content type='html'>i listened to our song for the first time today since you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was easier than i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm growing, you know? i'm drifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sprouting wings from my shoulder blades from all the dancing, presiding, singing, leading, learning and exploring i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am finally becoming me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-8591714618894831819?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8591714618894831819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/10/your-lips-are-warm-even-in-winter-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/8591714618894831819'/><link 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it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can move my body in different directions. i move my hips, my chest, my legs, my breath. i am connected: limbs, space, time, energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lines and curves, walls and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abrupt stops, smooth floats. pristine beads of sweat linger on my skin. pieces of hair follow after my moves, entangling me in my locomotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a dancer. i am a great dancer. i am a natural dancer. i am a talented dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can move in ways others can't. i can make my hips hypnotize. i can make them cry. i can portray torture. i can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body is my instrument. my instrument to the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-2626643890871306425?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-1331407792779882418</id><published>2010-09-01T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:26:03.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"i don't care for your fairytales."</title><content type='html'>nature vs. nurture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we as females born with a genetic code that tells us you will not be happy unless you have the approval or love of a male? or is it just drilled into our brains since birth that we are not complete until we have a special someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it matter whether it is nature or nurture? no. it doesn't. because the fact of the matter is that it is an incredibly hard thought system to break. even if we THINK we have mastered it, we have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we build self confidence, we do things on our own, and the BAM! a little interest creeps in and tears down your barricade in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not going to let this detour me. i am going to be stronger than the past me and get over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFF YOU nature/nurture for making/telling us that we need to be dependent. I'm better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-1331407792779882418?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/1331407792779882418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-care-for-your-fairytales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/1331407792779882418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/1331407792779882418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-care-for-your-fairytales.html' title='&quot;i don&apos;t care for your fairytales.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-3502821740749217375</id><published>2010-08-13T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:08:44.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eat, pray, love "indonesia"</title><content type='html'>i finished the third and final part of eat, pray, love this morning. i could have finished it sooner, but wanted to make it last as long as i could. these quotes are from the last part, about elizabeth's journey to indonesia to find balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Some people like to argue about God.'&lt;br /&gt;'Not necessary,' he said, 'I have good idea, for it you meet some person from different religion and he want to make argument about God. My idea is, you listen to everything this man say about God. Never argue about God with him. Best thing to say is, 'I agree with you.' Then you go home, pray what you want. This is my idea for people to have peace about religion.' (pg 241)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard for us humans to abstain from arguing? we always have to be right, we always have to prove someone else wrong. it's pride. and it is the saddest problem in our world today. if people let go of their pride, wars would cease, love would abound, and there would be peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it, you must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it. If you don't, you will leak away your innate contentment. It's easy enought to pray when you're in distress but continuing to pray even when your crisis has passed is like a sealing process, helping your soul hold tight to its good attainments. (pg 260)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a best friend who once told me, "your happiness depends on you." and he is so right. we have to choose to be happy, and then work towards it. it is up to us, not anyone else, to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I am to truly become an autonomous woman, then I must take over that role of being my own guardian. Famously, Gloria Steinem once advised women that they should strive to become like the men they had always wanted to marry. (pg 286)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this. and i so believe it to be true. woman are always complaining that their husband/boyfriend doesn't give them enough attention, aren't working enough, aren't considerate, and ultimately not perfect. who are we to complain about it, if we aren't any of those things either? sometimes, if we want to be happy, we have to take control and be exactly the type of person we want to date. then we become happy with our choices, and realize that sometimes we DON'T need a man to make us happy. we only need ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yet what keeps me from dissolving right now into a complete fairy-tale shimmer is this solid truth, a truth which has veritably built my bones over the last few years--I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue. (pg 329)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quote is at the end of the book, where elizabeth has found balance and is reflecting on her year abroad. it was not felipe coming into her life that had finally healed her, it was her future self that had saved her. it was the future elizabeth inside begging her to become what she knew she was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that my future self gives me advice, and pushes me along during the moments of loneliness and sadness. i can, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;, be the administrator of my own rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, elizabeth gilbert, for sharing your most intimate thoughts in this wonderful memoir of your life. i would recommend this book to anyone who feels like they may have lost sight of themselves, and to anyone who feels like they need a little more balance in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-3502821740749217375?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3502821740749217375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-pray-love-indonesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3502821740749217375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3502821740749217375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-pray-love-indonesia.html' title='eat, pray, love &quot;indonesia&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-6361334044361037273</id><published>2010-08-06T13:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T13:56:10.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eat, pray, love "india"</title><content type='html'>just finished part 2, india. i feel that maybe elizabeth gilbert is a soul sister of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Yogis, however, say that human discontentment is a simple case of mistaken identity. We're miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentments and mortality. We wrongly  believe that our limited little egos constitute our whole entire nature. We have failed to recognize our deeper divine character. We don't relaize that, somewhere within us all, there does exist a supreme Self who is eternally at peace. That supreme Self is our true identiry, universal and divine. (pg 122)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this part of the book has been amazing for me to read. it is all great. this quote struck me. i believe that we all forget who we are, and it's hard for us to remember. if we became best friends with our supreme Self, and was with them at all times, we would hardly feel depression, loneliness, and anxiety. it's the most beautiful thing to be able to be eternally at peace within yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big deal. So you fell in love with someone. Don't you see what happened? This guy touched a place in your heart deeper than you thought you were capable of reaching, I mean you got zapped, kiddo. But that love you felt, that's just the beginning. You just got a taste of love. That's just limited little rinky-dink mortal love. Wait till you see how much more deeply you can love than that. You have the capacity to someday love the whole world. It's your destiny. (pg 149)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's coming. i know it is. and i can't wait until it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. a true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. Your problem is, you just can't let this one go. (pg 149)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't. not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Letting go, of course, is a scary enterprise for those of us who believe that the world revolves only because it has a handle on the top of it which we personally turn, and that if we were to drop this handle for even a moment, well-that would be the end of the universe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But try dropping it&lt;/span&gt;. (pg 155)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting go is the hardest thing for me to do. i am a control freak, and i feel that if i relax, or can't control something, then it will be the end of all. but it won't. i don't have to be in charge. i'm not in charge, actually. so i need to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select what clothes you're gonna wear every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That's the only thing you should be trying to control. Drop everything else but that. Because if you can't learn to master your thinking, you're in deep trouble forever. (pg 178)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it so true? i can control my thoughts. if i'm being nostalgic and it's making me depressed, i just tell my mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; and change my thoughts. because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i  &lt;/span&gt;am in control of only my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best we can do, then, in response to our incomprehensible and dangerous world, is to practice holding equilibrium &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;internally&lt;/span&gt;-no matter what insanity is transpiring out there. (pg 206)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is crazy. the world is mad. but no matter what we see on the news or read in the paper, we can be at peace internally. it's the first step to making change around you. you can't spread peace if you aren't balanced inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-6361334044361037273?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6361334044361037273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-pray-love-india.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/6361334044361037273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/6361334044361037273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/08/eat-pray-love-india.html' title='eat, pray, love &quot;india&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-8177424794664810891</id><published>2010-08-02T00:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T00:30:48.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>eat, pray, love "italy"</title><content type='html'>i am reading eat, pray, love by elizabeth gilbert, and finding so many things that i love about it. i wanted to write a 3 part blog post about my response to the book and favorite quotes. so here goes part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was not my moment to be seeking romance and (as day follows night) to further complicate my already knotty life. This was my moment to look for the kind of healing and peace that can only come from solitude. (pg 8)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the first quote that struck me. it struck me because it's what i'm going through. i find that i can be a needy, emotional person. i have before thought that the way to heal is to replace. but this is the first time i have not done that. i am going to heal myself, and it can only come from solitude. this is so hard for me, since i am so used to being surrounded or always with a significant other. but i know it's true, and it's working. i can stay home on a friday night, and read a book on the porch until it's time to go to bed. i'll admit that i'm still working on it, and there are times that loneliness and depression creep in, but i try to remind them that they are not invited to my private party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still, despite all this, traveling is the great true love of my life...I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels about her impossible, colicky, restless newborn baby-I just don't care what it puts me through. Because I adore it. Because it's mine. Because it looks exactly like me. It can barf all over me if it wants to--I just don't care. (pg 41)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always known that i wanted to travel. it's such a deep rooted dream, and sometimes i feel that it will not be possible. because of my family upbringing, and our financial situations, we haven't gone on a long of vacations. i wish we had, though. this is why now, at the age of 19, i am passionate and adamant about going to england. i know i will, and even though the thought of going somewhere completely new, where no one knows your name terrifies the you know what out of me, i still want to go. because it is a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend. (pg 55)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i forget this a lot. in times when i feel ultimately alone, i don't realize that i have myself. i can be my own best friend. ya know, sometimes having a conversation with your self is therapeutic, and not at all crazy (depending on what you consider "crazy"). you need to love yourself, and treat yourself the way you would a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All I had to do was ask myself every day, for the first time in my life, "What would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; enjoy doing today Liz? What would bring you pleasure right now?" With nobody else's agenda to consider and no other obligations to worry about, this question finally became distilled and absolutely self-specific. (pg 63)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have now decided to ask myself that question every single morning. what would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; like to do today, sierra? life is too short to try and go through it doing things for other people. do it for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;. define happiness for yourself, and then go out there and do it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I get lonely these days, I think: So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; lonely, Liz. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings. (pg 65)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quote is similar to the first one, but i love the wording. just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;. be lonely. be happy. be celibate. be scared. be depressed. but whatever you do, just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;. but don't ever use another person to try and fill that hole in you. getting with an ex, or having a fling won't make you feel any better, so just deal with the loneliness, and learn how to be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;lonely, sierra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-8177424794664810891?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8177424794664810891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-1139742111078176115</id><published>2010-07-27T23:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:05:50.107-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>"i'm so heavy in your arms"</title><content type='html'>i've felt this feeling before. placid lake where the water is heavy. everything is so scattered, but yet orderly. it's like the universe. if you think about it, the universe is in ultimate chaos. yet somehow, the galaxies carry on and everything is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my life. the events, the people, the feelings, everything. it's all in ultimate chaos, but i feel placid. slightly heavy, but contempt with letting the order be taken care of by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me drop. let me sink into this moment. i'll be fine, it'll be a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-1139742111078176115?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/1139742111078176115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-so-heavy-in-your-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/1139742111078176115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/1139742111078176115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-so-heavy-in-your-arms.html' 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type='text'>"."</title><content type='html'>this bed is wide enough for two.&lt;br /&gt;with eyes still closed, my hand searches for you.&lt;br /&gt;the rain makes a rhythm of it's own outside,&lt;br /&gt;the road striped like tigers at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had spiders in my eyes while moth's tested your back.&lt;br /&gt;i had spiders in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those 9 months slipped through my fingers like sand&lt;br /&gt;faster as it neared the end.&lt;br /&gt;the edges burn like parchment on fire,&lt;br /&gt;the embers of melancholy grow ever higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had spiders in my eyes while moth's tested your back.&lt;br /&gt;i had spiders in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the nights of sleepless discovery?&lt;br /&gt;the nights we stared at the walls&lt;br /&gt;pain evident, the back of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;we were never enough for that apartment dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had spiders in my eyes while moth's tested your back.&lt;br /&gt;i had spiders in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-3642978274235373805?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3642978274235373805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3642978274235373805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3642978274235373805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='&quot;.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-8639006237539854227</id><published>2010-07-05T22:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T22:48:54.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"imagine you're a girl, just trying to come clean."</title><content type='html'>every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&lt;br /&gt;every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up....right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-8639006237539854227?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8639006237539854227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/imagine-youre-girl-just-trying-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/8639006237539854227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/8639006237539854227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/imagine-youre-girl-just-trying-to-come.html' title='&quot;imagine you&apos;re a girl, just trying to come clean.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-9166277095065658722</id><published>2010-07-02T23:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:23:08.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"changes, i've never been good with change."</title><content type='html'>i clutch the cover. i'm inside my head. no one can bother me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't a girl get any good feathers in this town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the colors, the pages, the paper, the binding, the words, the ink. a bookstore is the only place in town i feel like i belong. besides up on the mountain with the birds and the creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rectangles of lives call out to me from the endless shelves. i must respond, i must. searching through the mazes of ideas, i have to find the one i can afford to save tonight. i carefully handle a couple, and make my decision. the hardback about environmentalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in solitude, i'm learning to find strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-9166277095065658722?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/9166277095065658722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/changes-ive-never-been-good-with-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/9166277095065658722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/9166277095065658722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/07/changes-ive-never-been-good-with-change.html' title='&quot;changes, i&apos;ve never been good with change.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-2979298516787911751</id><published>2010-05-26T14:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:52:34.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around They don't know they're dead to me cause intent never makes a sound"</title><content type='html'>honestly, if i think about it, a part of me is jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous that i don't have friends commenting me on facebook saying "so excited you're back from college! can't wait to do something fun with ya." "we're going to have some awesome adventures" "it's about time you're back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous that no one is waiting for my arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous that i sit at home, always the one to call others to drag them along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous that my phone sits silent for days on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous that life is not like what it used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-2979298516787911751?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2979298516787911751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-someone-inside-me-that-softly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/2979298516787911751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/2979298516787911751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-someone-inside-me-that-softly.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s someone inside me that softly kills everyone around They don&apos;t know they&apos;re dead to me cause intent never makes a sound&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-3967252572847066277</id><published>2010-05-23T09:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T09:20:16.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"help me to carry the fire, we can keep it alive together"</title><content type='html'>things look a little blurred as i walk down the sidewalk. crisp chill air slides past my cheeks and tears and keeps moving past me. he drives past, and raises his hand to be in the shape of "i love you". i instantly mirror his gesture and watch as that little white car turns the corner and off out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look off into the distance and realize that this was the greatest year i have known. i have felt the greatest love, pain, discoveries, and intimacies. i fell in love for the first time, and i will never let that go. that is a part of me, my soul, that will stay with me forever. he is now a permanent part of my soul. and i'm so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look around me as i drive up the road. mist on the mountain, and deep green plants poking their heads out of the damp earth. this is the beginning. the start of new life and joy. this is time for me to further find myself and what i'm capable of. i know that i can do it, and i realized it with a little help from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is still my best friend forever, no matter the miles that separate us, and always will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-3967252572847066277?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-240818925458125841</id><published>2010-05-12T07:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T07:32:21.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"don't you know every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up."</title><content type='html'>i'm going to write a fairy tale where it's the princess in the shining armor. she has to go save the prince, who is up in a castle dreaming about his future and perfect bride. The princess is the brave, courages, strong knight who slays dragons, fights evil wizards or witches and carries the prince off into the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are there no fairy tales like this that exist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-240818925458125841?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/240818925458125841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-you-know-every-kitten-figures-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/240818925458125841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/240818925458125841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-you-know-every-kitten-figures-out.html' title='&quot;don&apos;t you know every kitten figures out how to get down, whether or not you ever show up.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-3078183063713257549</id><published>2010-05-10T21:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:11:18.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"i will become this animal"</title><content type='html'>all animals, creatures, and living organisms have spirits. they live life. they feel and have emotions just like us. they can feel pain and love. they are full of the same stuff that lives and breathes insides. that stream of life and spirit we all share as human beings. we are all connected here on earth. we are all part of a never ending circle of energy. love life, respect all life, for all life is sacred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-3078183063713257549?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3078183063713257549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-become-this-animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3078183063713257549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3078183063713257549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-become-this-animal.html' title='&quot;i will become this animal&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-6518795511999458480</id><published>2010-04-28T18:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:21:36.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a free, adventurous spirit comes with a heavy price.</title><content type='html'>why is it that i feel like i have a social problem? don't get me wrong, i'm not emo, but i have always felt like i don't fit in just right. like a piece of the puzzle that was made slightly misshapen, and won't go in perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i had friends in high school, yes i was winterball queen, and yes i was seminary council president. i knew a lot people and talked to a lot of people. but within all of that company, i felt like no one really clicked with me. public solitude. alone in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only constant best friend i've had has been my brother. everyone else has either been a year ahead of me or a year behind me. i become attached and create strong bonds. then that time comes, when they graduate, move, or i graduate and move. and then after i become attached to people again, they leave. i don't feel like i connect with people in my year. and even if i do, they create their own groups and don't really let me in. it's like elementary all over again. i find the few gems that understand me completely, like james, but life happens and they leave. for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one will come back to rock springs to stay. like pocahontas and john smith. pocahontas stays with her family, and even thought their love is strong, john smith leaves for england.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a free, adventurous spirit comes with a heavy price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-6518795511999458480?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6518795511999458480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-adventurous-spirit-comes-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/6518795511999458480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/6518795511999458480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/04/free-adventurous-spirit-comes-with.html' title='a free, adventurous spirit comes with a heavy price.'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-3726464158105946229</id><published>2010-03-29T22:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:59:54.316-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>"what do you do with a girl if she refuses to be alive?"</title><content type='html'>i am a broken rose. twisted, broken, torn apart. chewed up by society. consumed and regurgitated by the robotic mundane routines of life. beautiful even in shatters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel suffocated. i escape. i wander the familiar streets only to find the same discoveries as before. slightly refreshing, but with a bitter aftertaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET ME OUT OF HERE. no not here. HERE. get me out of this suffocating mess. make me fly, give me wings. free the dove from the barbed wire cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty girl with the pink pearls around her porcelain neck. smile too wide and they'll twist up tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep the camera frame on me. look me in the eyes but never away. close enough to touch but too far to break. know my words, savor my touch, soak me in like a sponge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've broken your only doll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-3726464158105946229?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3726464158105946229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-do-with-girl-if-she-refuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3726464158105946229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3726464158105946229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-do-with-girl-if-she-refuses.html' title='&quot;what do you do with a girl if she refuses to be alive?&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-6349841420777192327</id><published>2010-03-29T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:28:24.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"semi-blue green."</title><content type='html'>i bought the most glorious color of nail polish today. a semi blue green. and it is entitled "free spirit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sit here, with my soul colored nails, and eat the mango flavor sorbet, i think about my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's yearning to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anxiety is the dizziness of freedom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i come world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-6349841420777192327?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6349841420777192327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/semi-blue-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/6349841420777192327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/6349841420777192327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/semi-blue-green.html' title='&quot;semi-blue green.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-586918970078045015</id><published>2010-03-25T08:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:37:48.642-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>"watch things on VCRs with me and talk about big love, I think we're superstars, you say you think we are the best thing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S6t0-NNlVLI/AAAAAAAAACc/tRVLfmGGBHE/s1600/tumblr_kv86v4Qvse1qat1blo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S6t0-NNlVLI/AAAAAAAAACc/tRVLfmGGBHE/s320/tumblr_kv86v4Qvse1qat1blo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452580385909462194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i hope he knows how incredibly in love with him i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-586918970078045015?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/586918970078045015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/watch-things-on-vcrs-with-me-and-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/586918970078045015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/586918970078045015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/watch-things-on-vcrs-with-me-and-talk.html' title='&quot;watch things on VCRs with me and talk about big love, I think we&apos;re superstars, you say you think we are the best thing&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S6t0-NNlVLI/AAAAAAAAACc/tRVLfmGGBHE/s72-c/tumblr_kv86v4Qvse1qat1blo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-2735682568669519197</id><published>2010-03-23T13:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:59:22.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"glitter in the air"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked fear in the face&lt;br /&gt;And said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just don't care&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only half past the point of no return&lt;br /&gt;The tip of the iceberg, the sun before the burn&lt;br /&gt;The thunder before lightning, the breath before the phrase&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Your whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been touched so gently you had to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only half past the point of oblivion&lt;br /&gt;The hourglass on the table, the walk before the run&lt;br /&gt;The breath before the kiss and the fear before the flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever felt this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are, sitting in the garden&lt;br /&gt;Clutching my coffee, calling me sugar&lt;br /&gt;You called me sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished for an endless night?&lt;br /&gt;Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever held your breath and asked yourself&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever get better than tonight? Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-2735682568669519197?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2735682568669519197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/glitter-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/2735682568669519197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/2735682568669519197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/glitter-in-air.html' title='&quot;glitter in the air&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-3557506895166964352</id><published>2010-03-13T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:27:06.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"birds flyin high, you know how i feel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S5xzSEL0PHI/AAAAAAAAACU/R-97QhDlNjg/s1600-h/tumblr_kxbuqtLXjh1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S5xzSEL0PHI/AAAAAAAAACU/R-97QhDlNjg/s320/tumblr_kxbuqtLXjh1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448356403409599602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all a girl wants to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-3557506895166964352?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3557506895166964352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/birds-flyin-high-you-know-how-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3557506895166964352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3557506895166964352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/03/birds-flyin-high-you-know-how-i-feel.html' title='&quot;birds flyin high, you know how i feel&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S5xzSEL0PHI/AAAAAAAAACU/R-97QhDlNjg/s72-c/tumblr_kxbuqtLXjh1qzu1fjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-7951705183930814779</id><published>2010-02-07T17:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:12:32.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"morning is mocking me."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S29jcOYedrI/AAAAAAAAACM/ReFklue7wHk/s1600-h/tumblr_kx3sxcoozy1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S29jcOYedrI/AAAAAAAAACM/ReFklue7wHk/s320/tumblr_kx3sxcoozy1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435672611807721138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;He chased me through the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;'Honey, I'm going your way.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;You can chase me through the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;Scream my name, a childish game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cp_lblContent"&gt;But I love to be young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't want to be fixed. i don't want to be told what's wrong with me. i want a hand to hold with no questions asked. i want to cry for hours. i want to stare into space with nothing but a placid feeling shooting back at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1006497106560002852-7951705183930814779?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/7951705183930814779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/02/morning-is-mocking-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/7951705183930814779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/7951705183930814779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/02/morning-is-mocking-me.html' title='&quot;morning is mocking me.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S29jcOYedrI/AAAAAAAAACM/ReFklue7wHk/s72-c/tumblr_kx3sxcoozy1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-3918276349307952206</id><published>2010-02-07T03:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T03:13:33.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>"i've plagued you're mind, you will never go back to being blind. step away from my light, i need shine."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S26P-_kssdI/AAAAAAAAACE/r00Lp-JPjLU/s1600-h/tumblr_kvu9toEAoR1qaanjno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S26P-_kssdI/AAAAAAAAACE/r00Lp-JPjLU/s320/tumblr_kvu9toEAoR1qaanjno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435440112662786514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fell into the street&lt;br /&gt;Poison in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Clamber to my feet&lt;br /&gt;And into the night again&lt;br /&gt;Back to my home&lt;br /&gt;Back to my owner&lt;br /&gt;Who screams at my tardiness&lt;br /&gt;Put his hands to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And says&lt;br /&gt;'What can I do, with a girl&lt;br /&gt;If she refuses to be mine?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his bed I am queen&lt;br /&gt;Unobtainable me&lt;br /&gt;Human with feelings&lt;br /&gt;The two are not me&lt;br /&gt;The two will not be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put his hand on my shirt&lt;br /&gt;Hand on my face&lt;br /&gt;Head to the wall&lt;br /&gt;When you've broken your only doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what will you do&lt;br /&gt;With a girl&lt;br /&gt;If she refuses to be alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am me. i am a doll. unwilling to be the doll that i am. reinforcing my porcelain. not a collectors item. just the doll that seems to find her way to the treasure chests.  but when that doll dances, she is untouchable. untouchable reinforced porcelain doll. that's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1006497106560002852-3918276349307952206?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3918276349307952206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-plagued-youre-mind-you-will-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3918276349307952206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3918276349307952206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-plagued-youre-mind-you-will-never.html' title='&quot;i&apos;ve plagued you&apos;re mind, you will never go back to being blind. step away from my light, i need shine.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S26P-_kssdI/AAAAAAAAACE/r00Lp-JPjLU/s72-c/tumblr_kvu9toEAoR1qaanjno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-258862111145280729</id><published>2010-01-29T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:23:39.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not perfect.</title><content type='html'>i say stupid things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-258862111145280729?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/258862111145280729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/258862111145280729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/258862111145280729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-perfect.html' title='i&apos;m not perfect.'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-5147294752011406576</id><published>2010-01-09T17:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:18:25.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i gotta get through this."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S0kcet17syI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hl5k4rPzqZ4/s1600-h/tumblr_kvtemrDMoY1qzkj87o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S0kcet17syI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hl5k4rPzqZ4/s320/tumblr_kvtemrDMoY1qzkj87o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424898540171932450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;give me just a second and i'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;surely one more moment couldn't break my heart&lt;br /&gt;give me 'til tomorrow then i'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;just another day and then i'll hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-5147294752011406576?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/5147294752011406576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gotta-get-through-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/5147294752011406576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/5147294752011406576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gotta-get-through-this.html' title='&quot;i gotta get through this.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S0kcet17syI/AAAAAAAAAB4/hl5k4rPzqZ4/s72-c/tumblr_kvtemrDMoY1qzkj87o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-8099215278665717997</id><published>2010-01-07T01:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:56:30.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstract'/><title type='text'>"Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm. Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S0WgFWHELlI/AAAAAAAAABw/d-uOdCE117A/s1600-h/tumblr_kvqaeae7Wa1qaac1vo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S0WgFWHELlI/AAAAAAAAABw/d-uOdCE117A/s320/tumblr_kvqaeae7Wa1qaac1vo1_500.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423917339932634706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;I am not a robot&lt;br /&gt;You're loveable, so loveable&lt;br /&gt;But you're just troubled&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to say you've got a weak spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't always have to be on top&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I'm not a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM NOT A ROBOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-8099215278665717997?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8099215278665717997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/silk-sheet-blue-dawn-colgate-tongue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/8099215278665717997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/8099215278665717997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/silk-sheet-blue-dawn-colgate-tongue.html' title='&quot;Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm. Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/S0WgFWHELlI/AAAAAAAAABw/d-uOdCE117A/s72-c/tumblr_kvqaeae7Wa1qaac1vo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-735581904289333217</id><published>2010-01-03T23:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:44:25.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>"I have whispered in the wind, and tried to force it all to fit into a lifeless silhouette."</title><content type='html'>my stomach has decided to decay at the raw age of 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that or it's trying to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can your body parts be wiser than you and try to help by going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a stomach whisperer right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-735581904289333217?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/735581904289333217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-whispered-in-wind-and-tried-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/735581904289333217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/735581904289333217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-whispered-in-wind-and-tried-to.html' title='&quot;I have whispered in the wind, and tried to force it all to fit into a lifeless silhouette.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-2035673727230149529</id><published>2009-12-22T23:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:36:50.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i've always felt so scared of all this needing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ve always felt so scared of all this needing&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that I’ve met has been somewhat mistreated&lt;br /&gt;That’s how it feels when you know that something’s wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you came along like a swan off of the lake&lt;br /&gt;You flew across my eyes and out into space,&lt;br /&gt;And I ran and I crawled and I chased to get out fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I did…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if all else fails then the ship won’t set sail.&lt;br /&gt;God forbid but I guess the both of us will bail&lt;br /&gt;But as far as I can tell I think things will be swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen me cry tears like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Down and down they fly, faster and faster like the speed of our love&lt;br /&gt;Batting a thousand, but a homerun crack at love&lt;br /&gt;This is where I tell you that, I know love's what I need to work at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the two of us rely on each other&lt;br /&gt;With our premonitions out in the gutter&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that I’d make it this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make it seem like I’m stronger but I’m quite the actor&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m so caught up and I can’t escape this pattern&lt;br /&gt;But when I started losing hope, there you were, there you bloomed&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is a thrift store. random, useless, sporadic, pathetic, paranoid, broken, un-opened, nostalgic, shiny, thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bury them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-2035673727230149529?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2035673727230149529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-always-felt-so-scared-of-all-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/2035673727230149529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/2035673727230149529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-always-felt-so-scared-of-all-this.html' title='&quot;i&apos;ve always felt so scared of all this needing&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-6248211530259216148</id><published>2009-12-20T00:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:31:47.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"and i would walk 500 miles, and i would walk 500 more, just to be the man to walk 1000 miles to fall down at your door."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/Sy3R6too4gI/AAAAAAAAABo/JeJbjVyTNx4/s1600-h/I_miss_you__by_Icecubed17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/Sy3R6too4gI/AAAAAAAAABo/JeJbjVyTNx4/s320/I_miss_you__by_Icecubed17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417216733409239554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to miss someone. one of the most deeply rooted feelings in your heart, besides love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a longing. a yearning. a need for a touch, a sound, an image, a comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's a happy miss, and you feel you can last while this certain person is away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's a miserable miss, and you don't feel like moving from your bed because you just want them back in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence makes the heart grow stronger, but the only way for it to grow stronger, is for the heart to go through rigorous training. and that leaves it sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is really sore right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-6248211530259216148?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6248211530259216148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-would-walk-500-miles-and-i-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/6248211530259216148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/6248211530259216148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-i-would-walk-500-miles-and-i-would.html' title='&quot;and i would walk 500 miles, and i would walk 500 more, just to be the man to walk 1000 miles to fall down at your door.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/Sy3R6too4gI/AAAAAAAAABo/JeJbjVyTNx4/s72-c/I_miss_you__by_Icecubed17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-8921530131184138032</id><published>2009-11-28T20:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:25:31.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I never knew a home, until I found your hands. When I'm weathered, you come to me... you're my best friend."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/SxHnnnuztEI/AAAAAAAAABg/CDDEOGap2Kk/s1600/tumblr_ktudwxvzBC1qzh2oqo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/SxHnnnuztEI/AAAAAAAAABg/CDDEOGap2Kk/s320/tumblr_ktudwxvzBC1qzh2oqo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409359295314900034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love. it's such a heavy word. it's such a heavy feeling. but when you get a taste, glimpse, spark of it, you realize why, and wouldn't trade it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two people. being themselves. caring more about the other than their own self. finding the little quirks and things about their significant other that they are magnetically attracted to. simple, little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking. listening. loving. living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-8921530131184138032?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8921530131184138032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-knew-home-until-i-found-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/8921530131184138032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/8921530131184138032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-knew-home-until-i-found-your.html' title='&quot;I never knew a home, until I found your hands. When I&apos;m weathered, you come to me... you&apos;re my best friend.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/SxHnnnuztEI/AAAAAAAAABg/CDDEOGap2Kk/s72-c/tumblr_ktudwxvzBC1qzh2oqo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-158001949599682658</id><published>2009-10-25T18:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:37:51.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I’m a satellite heart, lost in the dark. I’m spun out so far, you stop, I start, but I’ll be true to you."</title><content type='html'>one of the worst feelings, as far as i can tell, is the feeling of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. i want it to go away. it tugs at the edge of my stomach with an annoying nagging presence. for some reason this haunting spirit named Nostalgia doesn't want to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go away, Nostalgia, you are not wanted here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-158001949599682658?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/158001949599682658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-satellite-heart-lost-in-dark-im-spun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/158001949599682658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/158001949599682658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-satellite-heart-lost-in-dark-im-spun.html' title='&quot;I’m a satellite heart, lost in the dark. I’m spun out so far, you stop, I start, but I’ll be true to you.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-254247266267939475</id><published>2009-10-03T12:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:52:07.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"hey lloyd, i'm ready to be heart broken. cause i can't see farther than my own nose at this moment..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sun is a huge golden dollar, but weeping willow still sways, even though the sun is giving her his sweet rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what do i have to do" asks sun, "to gain your love, tell me true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willow is a short lush smile, but moon still hides away, even though willow still sings him lovely praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what do i have to do" asks willow, "to gain your love, tell me true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the thick, soft flakes soared past my window, i thought nothing but lethargic thoughts. why does this time of year always spark the horrible memory lane trips? it seems like every september/october i get horribly caught up in the past, and can't escape. the wet, the cold, the clouds, the air, the very small biting at the edge of your fingertips reflects memories. always, constantly tugging at the edges of my mind, and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pleased it is winter. i'm not looking forward to wind and ice, but i love the overcast, wintery feel. i am going to wear my fall/winter clothes, listen to zoe keating, and sit amidst the comfort of nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace, love, and tofu.&lt;br /&gt;--sierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s145.photobucket.com/albums/r222/SierraBearra/?action=view&amp;amp;current=66ccyzd.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-254247266267939475?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/254247266267939475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-lloyd-im-ready-to-be-heart-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/254247266267939475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/254247266267939475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-lloyd-im-ready-to-be-heart-broken.html' title='&quot;hey lloyd, i&apos;m ready to be heart broken. cause i can&apos;t see farther than my own nose at this moment...&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-3758757962097311581</id><published>2009-09-01T11:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:59:16.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"mama who bore me, mama who gave, no way to handle things, who made me so sad."</title><content type='html'>college life? yeah. i like it. a lot more than high school. it's like, i finally get to do what i want without the restraint of horrible standard requirements. i have 19 credit hours, all of which pertain to music, acting, dancing, or a combination of those. it's ... bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm learning a lot. i have taken off on this new adventure, finally. i have met so many wonderful new people, and they are all my best friends already. it's so nice to feel this way after such a ... rough senior year. i feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough of that fuzzy feeling. here's another polyvore design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/Sp1gkJIoX8I/AAAAAAAAABY/XXpoL-hrR5c/s1600-h/flightlessbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/Sp1gkJIoX8I/AAAAAAAAABY/XXpoL-hrR5c/s320/flightlessbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376559704193916866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, what do ya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-3758757962097311581?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3758757962097311581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/09/mama-who-bore-me-mama-weeping-no-way-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3758757962097311581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3758757962097311581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/09/mama-who-bore-me-mama-weeping-no-way-to.html' title='&quot;mama who bore me, mama who gave, no way to handle things, who made me so sad.&quot;'/><author><name>sierradawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17725132102023809437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jN6xzvFVeUI/TdMfiU50TsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91HIsBU-1_I/s220/012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7WTypDOgfQo/Sp1gkJIoX8I/AAAAAAAAABY/XXpoL-hrR5c/s72-c/flightlessbird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1006497106560002852.post-3715093300871115374</id><published>2009-07-19T22:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:21:30.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"i found a liquid cure for my landlocked blues. it will pass away like a slow parade, it's leaving but I don't know how soon"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/peace/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=10505384"&gt;&lt;img alt="peace" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkNvYVAzODUwM2hHMDRjeWt5OXlsRUEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="peace" border="0" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/peace/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=10505384"&gt;peace&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=910229"&gt;SierraDawn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's this little site...called polyvore. i'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never been a huge fashion junkie before, but i've always been creative. i like finding new things, old things, and wierd things. i like going out on a limb to wear something crazy, because i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have NEVER bought any top name brand clothes, nor do i ever plan on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy going to a thrift store and finding something special. i like mixing and matching. i can shop for cheap, and that's the way i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i definitely love making collages and such of things that represent me, which is why i love this site so much. so i decided to share my creations with you. it will give more of a meaning to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace, love and tofu&lt;br /&gt;-sierra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-3715093300871115374?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/3715093300871115374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-liquid-cure-for-my-landlocked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3715093300871115374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/3715093300871115374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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body,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you are different. you've always known that. growing up, seeing images in the magazines, you've known you weren't built like that. i'm sorry you went through stages when you thought you weren't good enough, and tried to do all you could to look like the pictures in the magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sometimes i look at you and wonder, what if i had been given a different body, maybe one like my sisters? but then i think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i wouldn't be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i am who i am. you are part of me. you are curvy, short, muscular, not skin and bone. you are cute. you are not mainstream image. you have a horrible time finding jeans, because you are a dancer, with real legs. you might not have abs, but you have a strong laughing muscle. you are unique, and that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you, body, are beautiful. and mirrors should not be your enemy. love yourself, and i promise i will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-151922215997880594?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/151922215997880594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-aint-no-damsel-in-distress-and-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; D. i just wasn't your thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;great lines from one of my favorites, the blow. as some people may know, i'm on a journey. i'm on a journey of self discovery, freedom, creative adventure, and finding me, my muse, my flow of uniqueness and that little ball of power within me. i've recently been reading, listening, and watching my idols. in no particular order;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ani difranco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;julie andrews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;jane austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;harper lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;audrey hepburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;emma smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;karen carptenter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sierra kusterbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;helena bonham carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;barbara streisand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;these ladies are my examples. they are brilliant, and i hope to meet them in the afterlife. i've never really declared myself a feminist, but the past year or so i've been finding that i have feministic qualities and beliefs, even if i'm not a full fanatic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i used to think my personality was that of a hopeless romantic. i liked it until i got my heart bruised a little more than i wanted. i do believe i'll find "the one" at the right time. but i'm going to let it happen on it's own. and until them i'm on my own. and i'm ok with that, finally! i'm no longer dependent on any guy, and i don't feel a void that has to constantly be filled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i don't date. nope. not anymore. i'm forgetting it. there's so much for me to do! and so many places for me to go, and so many things for me to learn. about life, and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i want to meet new people. i want to become friends with a foreigner. i want to have adventures and do spontaneous things. i want to run up to a cute stranger in the middle of a crowd, and kiss him, then runaway. i want to go skydiving. i want to go to ireland and meet a musician in a pub. i want to see the world, meet the world, experience the world, and become the best me i can possibly be before i meet that significant other. and i hope he does the same, so we can be the best us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;peace, love, and tofu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-sierradawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1006497106560002852-266751888493170392?l=memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/feeds/266751888493170392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoirsofafreespirit.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-shake-you-off-though-get-up-on-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1006497106560002852/posts/default/266751888493170392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;good evening blogging world. this is my first official "blog" even though i've been old fashioned blogging my whole life. with just my pen and paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i'm an old fashioned girl. ya know? i always imagined myself in another time, era, place. i always thought my personality was better suited for the a lady in the renaissance time, a flapper/jazz singer in the 20's, or a music/peace guru in the 60's. but i suppose i was put here on this earth for this time. and i'm loving life nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;my entries to this blog will be scattered. sometimes organized, but mostly a general idea of my thoughts, beliefs, emotional high's and low's, and dreaming vapors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;let me explain why i don't capitalize anything. one of my favorite poets of all time is e.e. cummings. he was infamous for never capitalizing anything. and i admire that. so i have adopted it and it fits me quite well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i will also title every one of my posts with a lyric line from one of my favorite songs at the moment. if you can guess the song/artist without cheating (googling the line) then i'll give you a brownie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;or at least brownie points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;anywho, i've got relatives in the next room here to celebrate the weekend and i suppose i should attend to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;peace, love, and tofu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new 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