<?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-22554904</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:34:27.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myproblematiclife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22554904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myproblematiclife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bobby_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911087813221216995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22554904.post-114046115303226922</id><published>2006-02-20T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:45:53.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days go By</title><content type='html'>Well... nothing at all exiting has been going on.  I am thinking about going to school.I am scared to death to do it.  I have been looking at going for a long time now about 2 years but everytime I need to make a decision I chicken out of it. Am I supposed to be doing what I am doing right now for the rest of my life or am I supposed to figure out something else.  How does everyone else figure it all out?  I feel as though I missed something while I was growing up.  A very vital part of training. The part that tells you how to make important decisions and not to be scared of them.  I would love to go backto school but then it seems as though reality sets in and I know that I cannot afford to go and that everyone is younger than I am and all that.  Am Ibeing paranoid or not?  I hope that it is just in my head. I am going to finally do something for myself and be happy about it.  I know that people older than me go back to school and stuff all the time and survive it.  I will be fine.  Just gotta keep on telling myself that!!!!  If kids and older people can do it so can I!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22554904-114046115303226922?l=myproblematiclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22554904/posts/default/114046115303226922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22554904/posts/default/114046115303226922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myproblematiclife.blogspot.com/2006/02/days-go-by.html' title='Days go By'/><author><name>Bobby_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911087813221216995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22554904.post-114018636039919378</id><published>2006-02-17T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T08:52:24.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day...</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been listening to alot of music that is bringing back memories. Some good and some bad. I am really missing things from the past. Now alot of people think that I am only 29 years old and really haven't had a chance to live enough to have alot of memories. I feel that I have lived 2 different lives already. Some songs have a huge power. They can make me laugh but usually make me cry. I can be so happy and then a song will come on the radio that makes me think about a friend or somthing and I cry. Partly from sadness and partly from happiness. Don't get me wrong...all the things that I have lived through and experienced I really don't think that I would change. I am the person that I am due to the experiences. Although alot of them are rough and hard lessons.  Anyhow...my best friend just gave me a v-day gift.  It is Gordon Lightfoot cd.  I love If You Could Read My Mind.  It is a beautiful song.  Even though it is kind of a sad song to me it brings me good thoughts.  I can reamember the first time that I listened to it.  Where I was and who I was with.  My roomate is very sick and beginning chemo.  It is really taking a toll on me.  I work a full time job and then have a part time at the same place that she works.  Since she is going to be ill and stuff I am helping her out by taking some of her shifts.  It is going to be very hard for awhile but I am praying for the best to come.  ...thoughts keeping runnin through my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22554904-114018636039919378?l=myproblematiclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22554904/posts/default/114018636039919378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22554904/posts/default/114018636039919378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myproblematiclife.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-day.html' title='Another Day...'/><author><name>Bobby_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911087813221216995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22554904.post-114010325655401880</id><published>2006-02-16T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T06:14:20.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day in my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, here I sit again. In a cubicle. I keep trying to tell myself that I really do enjoy my job and place in life.&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; But do I really?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So many changes in so little time. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How do I gauge my happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Is that even possible? The only thing that I have to compare things to are things that i have already experienced. Rambling.... I need to think about life. My place in my own life. Sometimes it really seems that I am a bystander. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In reality I am not all that happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have not accomplished half of the things that I really thought that I would have by this age. I have royally screwed up so many things. Even though I am getting it together now, I feel that it is too late for alot of things. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does that even make any sense?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22554904-114010325655401880?l=myproblematiclife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22554904/posts/default/114010325655401880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22554904/posts/default/114010325655401880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myproblematiclife.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-in-my-life.html' title='Day in my Life'/><author><name>Bobby_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911087813221216995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
