<?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-4267126798061971801</id><updated>2012-02-11T10:45:52.009-08:00</updated><category term='movies'/><title type='text'>at least i can dream</title><subtitle type='html'>here i am. this is me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-305687624820199232</id><published>2012-02-11T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T10:26:04.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Hn0WYYD1XE/TzaysjeiApI/AAAAAAAAAD4/5lmq8VWMA7I/s1600/tumblr_lz24i6Mefw1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Lord you're calling me,&lt;br /&gt;Lord you're beckoning, this love abounding,&lt;br /&gt;And I run, I run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I can't get enough of you,&lt;br /&gt;I come alive when I'm in your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God of my salvation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord you're drawing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;me,&lt;br /&gt;I am completely, overtaken&lt;br /&gt;Yes I run, Jesus, I run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I can't get enough of you,&lt;br /&gt;I come alive when I'm in your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God of my salvation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I can't get enough of you,&lt;br /&gt;I come alive when I'm in your presence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God of my salvation,&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm running, Lord I'm running,&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm running to you.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me closer,&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm running, Lord I'm running,&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm running to you.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I can't get enough of you,&lt;br /&gt;I come alive when I'm in your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God of my salvation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you, I can't get enough of you,&lt;br /&gt;I come alive when I'm in your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Oh God of my salvation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to you, Lord, I run, I run, I run,&lt;br /&gt;I run to you. I run to you, I run to you.&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/4267126798061971801-3210869291297394842?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/3210869291297394842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=3210869291297394842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/3210869291297394842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/3210869291297394842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-came-down.html' title='Love Came Down'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-5775317122594945535</id><published>2012-02-04T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T19:50:47.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Do you know what I mean when I say that sometimes I don't have any feelings or emotions? I"m not in a good mood, or a bad mood. I just sit there, by myself, and think. I over think sometimes. I think about what has happened, what will happen, and what could have happened. I think about you, I think about what's wrong in my life, I think about how I can get myself out of this stage, I think about why I got here in the first place. I think about everything and anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-5775317122594945535?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/5775317122594945535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=5775317122594945535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5775317122594945535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5775317122594945535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/02/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-3466870095163733157</id><published>2012-02-04T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T19:28:42.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all very confusing.</title><content type='html'>Today I spent most of my afternoon at Del Monaco winery with 2 of my very best friends and their family. We were there because this is where they are considering getting married. They are planning the beginning of the rest of their lives. I couldn't be happier for them! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only thing is, as I was pulling out of the parking lot, I had this weird feeling. A feeling that I still am unsure of how to describe. I was so extremely overjoyed to be experiencing this with my friends while at the same time I couldn't keep the thoughts of "when will it be me?" out of my mind. It didn't matter how hard I tried that thought wouldn't leave my mind. Funny thing is that I am okay with being single and getting through my last semester of college. However, this one boy keeps hanging me up with being ok with my single status. He is everything I would want in a guy. But that's what I keep having to remind myself. It's what &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;want not what God has for me. Well, what he has planned for me right now at least. There are too many uncertainties. I suppose this fall will determine my future, be it a friendship or whatever, with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asdfghjkl I wanna know what his deal is. Like from the beginning, everyone was saying that he had a crush on me and I refused to believe that I might have one on him. I mean he's nearly 3 years younger than me and at the time I really was against it. When we first began hanging out with mutual friends I got "he has a crush on you" and "yall are so gonna happen" oh and "i can totally see it" annnd let's not forget "there definitely is something there." How does that help? I was so strong at the beginning. Maybe it was because I was in denial. Maybe it was because I was just so happy to have guy friends for the first time in my life. The more I heard the comments... The more people told me he'd be good for me... The more he and I talked about our futures... The more I wanted them to be true. The more I wanted him to like me. The more I wanted to know about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all very confusing. All I can do is pray about it and focus on my relationship with God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-3466870095163733157?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/3466870095163733157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=3466870095163733157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/3466870095163733157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/3466870095163733157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-all-very-confusing.html' title='It&apos;s all very confusing.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-7808487872670922003</id><published>2012-02-04T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T18:32:43.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 51:10-12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Create in me a pure heart, O God, renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast your presence away from me, or take Your Holy Spirit away from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-7808487872670922003?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/7808487872670922003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=7808487872670922003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/7808487872670922003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/7808487872670922003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/02/psalm-5110-12.html' title='Psalm 51:10-12'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-8495216442656456639</id><published>2012-02-02T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:17:50.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ways to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;ol style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;love Jesus!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;buy me quality books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;love animals, preferably mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;deal with, accept and love my family as much as I do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;recognize that I say and strive to be healthy and eat healthy, but that coffee, mexican food, pasta and cupcakes are among the top importance on my food pyramid.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;accept and know that I will in fact squeal, giggle, exclaim and fawn over any and every baby or child under the age of about 6 that I see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;get me flavored coffee or tea and drink some with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;write me letters. nothing is sexier than seeing your handwriting on paper confessing some lovin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;don’t let me always be the one behind the camera, take it from me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I don’t need expensive gifts or jewelry or dates or gestures. If it means something to either one of us I’m going to love it. Oh and the cheesier, the better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-8495216442656456639?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/8495216442656456639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=8495216442656456639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8495216442656456639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8495216442656456639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/02/ways-to-my-heart.html' title='ways to my heart'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-8419049510845576485</id><published>2012-02-01T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:07:59.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;In Your presence Lord&lt;br /&gt;I will find my strength&lt;br /&gt;You're the breath in me&lt;br /&gt;You're my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my heart bowed low&lt;br /&gt;And my hands held high&lt;br /&gt;All consuming fire&lt;br /&gt;You're my one desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-8419049510845576485?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/8419049510845576485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=8419049510845576485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8419049510845576485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8419049510845576485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-desire.html' title='One Desire'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-8481920207242959847</id><published>2012-01-27T18:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:07:51.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Country music makes my heart happy.</title><content type='html'>it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-8481920207242959847?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/8481920207242959847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=8481920207242959847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8481920207242959847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8481920207242959847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/country-music-makes-my-heart-happy.html' title='Country music makes my heart happy.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-2016706809101987594</id><published>2012-01-21T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T16:13:40.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA3qcQE-Joo/TxtUqfy2dxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s2pETDOpZOc/s1600/tumblr_lh1f6wIMKQ1qbwmglo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA3qcQE-Joo/TxtUqfy2dxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s2pETDOpZOc/s320/tumblr_lh1f6wIMKQ1qbwmglo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700242842433517330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gx_jEEKRl1k/TxtUgYBdWvI/AAAAAAAAACw/ClIolEtPg_I/s1600/tumblr_lxb9857I3v1qkzpggo1_r1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-2016706809101987594?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/2016706809101987594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=2016706809101987594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/2016706809101987594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/2016706809101987594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-good.html' title='this is good.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WA3qcQE-Joo/TxtUqfy2dxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s2pETDOpZOc/s72-c/tumblr_lh1f6wIMKQ1qbwmglo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-1998906424569177924</id><published>2012-01-21T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:15:43.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>he doesn't even know i exist.</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of watching Sabrina. It has been too long since I spent some time watching Audrey on screen. I am definitely in a place where I need to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's, Sabrina and Roman Holiday. Classic movies remind me that people throughout time have dealt with heartache and struggling to find what you want with people the same as me. I dunno, I just don't feel so alone while watching the beauty of black and white films. These movies are so under rated by my generation. I call them a lost art form. When movies were made in black and white, the acting and story was what was important. Not how big of an explosion can be made or the 3D addition. I suppose that's why I want so badly to see "The Artist." Not only is it in black and white but it is SILENT! I adore silent movies almost as much as black and white. "The Invention of Hugo Cabret" and now the movie "Hugo" portrays exactly how i feel about books and movies. It's why i love them both so much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4267126798061971801-1998906424569177924?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/1998906424569177924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=1998906424569177924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/1998906424569177924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/1998906424569177924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-doesnt-even-know-i-exist.html' title='he doesn&apos;t even know i exist.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-5791978114216704958</id><published>2012-01-16T14:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:20:34.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtU_ztai65k/TxSiqpY9V8I/AAAAAAAAACk/4zZ8QcKlb4Q/s1600/tumblr_lq2qnpRezq1qc79avo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtU_ztai65k/TxSiqpY9V8I/AAAAAAAAACk/4zZ8QcKlb4Q/s320/tumblr_lq2qnpRezq1qc79avo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698358282079262658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-5791978114216704958?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/5791978114216704958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=5791978114216704958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5791978114216704958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5791978114216704958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/relationships.html' title='relationships.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GtU_ztai65k/TxSiqpY9V8I/AAAAAAAAACk/4zZ8QcKlb4Q/s72-c/tumblr_lq2qnpRezq1qc79avo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-8100933945905104082</id><published>2012-01-15T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:54:07.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is clothed in strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.</title><content type='html'>Proverbs 31:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-8100933945905104082?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/8100933945905104082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=8100933945905104082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8100933945905104082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8100933945905104082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-is-clothed-in-strength-and-dignity.html' title='She is clothed in strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-5378442052372965647</id><published>2012-01-14T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T17:23:46.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want... not to want him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can this one line from a movie sum up so many feelings? I want so badly to not want him, yet it's all I wonder about. Like, there are times that it feels so right and I could see a future. But then are the times that I dont see why he would want me. I'm not like his ex. She is tiny and absolutely beautiful. I know I shouldn't compare myself to her (or his past) because that's not fair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to be the person he comes to and tells me the things that are bothering him. I want to be the person he wants to confide in. And I think, I want to tell him about me and my past. I'm holding back because why would I invest that part of me in someone who can't even text me over Christmas break? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so unsure about so much when it comes to this guy. How is it then, at the same time, I want nothing more than to be close to him? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only time will tell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-5378442052372965647?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/5378442052372965647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=5378442052372965647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5378442052372965647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5378442052372965647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-want-not-to-want-him.html' title='I want... not to want him.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-6548768771968055376</id><published>2012-01-13T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:36:12.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Hughes did not direct my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt; I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-6548768771968055376?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/6548768771968055376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=6548768771968055376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/6548768771968055376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/6548768771968055376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/john-hughes-did-not-direct-my-life.html' title='John Hughes did not direct my life.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-1148709752167287499</id><published>2012-01-13T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:51:29.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yep.</title><content type='html'>let's add another name to the already long list of "people i know who are recently engaged"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i sit here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"i like unicorns."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-1148709752167287499?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/1148709752167287499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=1148709752167287499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/1148709752167287499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/1148709752167287499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/yep.html' title='yep.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-5907231795789989655</id><published>2012-01-13T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:06:54.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chest pains.</title><content type='html'>How is one to describe feelings when they don't understand what "feelings" they should be referring to? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is this pain in my chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a numb feeling that is numb but for some reason i feel like hope is mixed in as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am i holding on to the hope part because i want so badly for it to be true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it because it is what is to come and i need to have patience? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many points that are perfectly aligned to how i feel it should be for the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get short of breath thinking about what could be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am i to think of a future when so much is uncertain today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can i allow the past to be the past so easily when i can remember it was sheer torture living it when it was the present? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do i allow myself to forgive the past so easily?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been down this path before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been let down because of actions like these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am i such a sap for any attention i can get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My time will come," I whisper to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, i have to live with the chest pains.&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/4267126798061971801-5907231795789989655?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-7435276105763873462</id><published>2012-01-05T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T16:29:57.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p class="js-tweet-text" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;"My best friend is the man who'll get me a book I haven't read." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="js-tweet-text" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="js-tweet-text" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;— Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 12px; font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stream-item-footer" style="font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;div class="context" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; 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new';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;This is my anthem for the day! It keeps me uplifted and gives me the encouragement I seem to be needing here lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You are good, You are good&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing good in me&lt;br /&gt;You are love, You are love&lt;br /&gt;On display for all to see&lt;br /&gt;You are light, You are light&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness closes in&lt;br /&gt;You are hope, You are hope&lt;br /&gt;You have covered all my sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are peace, You are peace&lt;br /&gt;When my fear is crippling&lt;br /&gt;You are true, You are true&lt;br /&gt;Even in my wandering&lt;br /&gt;You are joy, You are joy&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason that I sing&lt;br /&gt;You are life, You are life,&lt;br /&gt;In You death has lost its sting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m running to Your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I’m running to Your arms&lt;br /&gt;The riches of Your love&lt;br /&gt;Will always be enough&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Light of the world forever reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more, You are more&lt;br /&gt;Than my words will ever say&lt;br /&gt;You are Lord, You are Lord&lt;br /&gt;All creation will proclaim&lt;br /&gt;You are here, You are here&lt;br /&gt;In Your presence I'm made whole&lt;br /&gt;You are God, You are God&lt;br /&gt;Of all else I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m running to Your arms&lt;br /&gt;I’m running to Your arms&lt;br /&gt;The riches of Your love&lt;br /&gt;Will always be enough&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Light of the world forever reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart will sing&lt;br /&gt;no other Name&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I’m running to Your arms&lt;br /&gt;I’m running to Your arms&lt;br /&gt;The riches of Your love&lt;br /&gt;Will always be enough&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to Your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Light of the world forever reign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-8479161654314751157?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/8479161654314751157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=8479161654314751157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8479161654314751157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8479161654314751157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/forever-reign.html' title='Forever Reign'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-7652870513197526148</id><published>2012-01-03T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:29:21.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mxwo2a7NRck/TwP_y_WjUyI/AAAAAAAAACY/AXBXLEWrGUc/s1600/tumblr_lo5kdq44RY1qabe2lo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mxwo2a7NRck/TwP_y_WjUyI/AAAAAAAAACY/AXBXLEWrGUc/s320/tumblr_lo5kdq44RY1qabe2lo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693675605391004450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-7652870513197526148?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/7652870513197526148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=7652870513197526148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/7652870513197526148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/7652870513197526148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mxwo2a7NRck/TwP_y_WjUyI/AAAAAAAAACY/AXBXLEWrGUc/s72-c/tumblr_lo5kdq44RY1qabe2lo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-5154532588859587791</id><published>2012-01-03T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:15:03.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>modern technology</title><content type='html'>I just spent the past 6 hours watching the first 4 sessions of Passion on my MacBook in my living room in Nashville. Let me just say, oh my goodness how thankful I am for modern technology. This conference is fantastic. I'm proud to say I am part of the generation that is being called into action for the Lord. &lt;b&gt;RISE UP!&lt;/b&gt; I want to share about each of the sessions and the notes I took while watching and worshipping. But i'll leave you with these lyrics seeing as how it is after 1am and i want to get the posts just right :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You revive me, Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my deserts are rivers of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm alive, I'm alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You breathe on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You revive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4267126798061971801-5154532588859587791?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/5154532588859587791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=5154532588859587791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5154532588859587791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5154532588859587791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/modern-technology.html' title='modern technology'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-4544498265077037415</id><published>2012-01-03T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T19:09:34.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile, huh?</title><content type='html'>i'm a senior in college. looking at my graduation date. May 5. Oh my. i'm nervous, but excited. i know that God has called me to be a teacher and He has provided me with the friends and support and passion for me to become just that. I begin my student teaching in just 14 days. I know that He has called me to this because the more faith and trust i put in Him with things concerning becoming a teacher, He guides me through. How else could i pass all 4 of the PRAXIS II tests without studying? Me? The girl who has ALWAYS struggled with any kind of test taking, passed all 4 PRAXIS II tests needed to become an elementary school teacher with high scores. &lt;b&gt;ALL GLORY BE TO GOD!&lt;/b&gt; that's all i can say. I'm thoroughly excited to be what He has called me to be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm writing this post while watching session 1 of the Passion conference. I adore modern technology right now because without it i would not be able to watch this conference i have heard only good things about over the past few years. It is because of watching this that i want to start blogging again. well, that and the fact that i found a friend's blog and it inspired me to begin blogging again. I will be posting about my journey as a student teacher and sharing how God moves in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012 seems to be the year that i &lt;b&gt;FINALLY &lt;/b&gt;stick with all the goals i set. it's the year that i begin the habits i wish to keep for all of my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will follow You. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No turning back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cross before me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will follow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From that song i heard during tonight's live session, "No turning back" struck me hard. I've made it my motto for the year. No turning back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No turning back to my bad habits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No turning back to not being passionate about my relationship with Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No turning back to being self conscious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No turning back to worldly things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No turning back to not sharing the love of God with people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No turning back to being self consumed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No turning back to being lazy in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO TURNING BACK.&lt;/b&gt;&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/4267126798061971801-4544498265077037415?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/4544498265077037415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=4544498265077037415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/4544498265077037415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/4544498265077037415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-been-awhile-huh.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile, huh?'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-5760174624083150580</id><published>2009-06-14T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:39:47.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer and a few of my favorite things.</title><content type='html'>whoa. I've been out of school for over a month now. time is just &lt;em&gt;FLYING &lt;/em&gt;by. i have so much i want to write. so many thoughts racing to come out and i cant seem to organize them to where they are going to make sense. first off, i have set a goal this summer: to read at least one book a week. I'm doing good. finished one this morning in fact. so that makes a total of 6. I'm avoiding the fact that i want to write about him... i feel my "blogs" are reading like some 13 year old girl's journal. which, ya know, i really don't care but i don't want to dwell on those facts. the boy makes me smile just thinking about him. crap. i just did it. time for a change o' subject. my cat Little Bit, also known as Lily Bee, is right here by my side (: I'm telling ya, best cat EVER! okay could i be more lame? i think not. first I'm a 13 year old girl hopelessly talking about her crush and now I'm a 60 year old woman talking about her cat?! talk about hitting both extremes. i guess its a good thing my blog is titled "at least i can dream" because my reality so isn't interesting. as i finished my second Nicholas Sparks book of the summer, i had a brief thought that i should write a book. but what would i ever have to write about? I've never been in love... never done something extraordinary... never traveled the globe... aren't people suppose to write about what they know? ha. well i know how a heart can be broken without the breaker knowing they broke anything. um... i know that summer is the most wonderful time of year. twilight is the prettiest time of day. nothing can beat the sound of an acoustic guitar. stargazing is absolutely magical. sitting on a swing makes all things better. strawberries are the sweetest fruit. the 1950s and 1960s had some of the best music.  coloring is the best therapy. reading in the sunlight brings nothing but happiness. tire swings are the most fun at sunset in the summer. three hour uno games make the best memories. people out windows make for interesting songs. drive-in movie theaters are timeless. being barefoot in fresh cut grass is an indescribable feeling of joy. black and white movies are a lost art form. rainbows can make anyone smile after a thunderstorm. sweet tea is the best thing from the south. fireflies are absolutely majestic. honeysuckle plants are the best during early summer.  laughter truely is the best medicine. God certainly does work in mysterious ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-5760174624083150580?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/5760174624083150580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=5760174624083150580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5760174624083150580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/5760174624083150580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-and-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='summer and a few of my favorite things.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-6706294776455760987</id><published>2009-04-24T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:36:27.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rant.</title><content type='html'>you know those nights and you have nothing to do so you sit and think about oh, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know, everything?! yeah having one of those nights. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing my best to not let it get me down (and let me tell you Satan is trying his hardest). i feel that if i were to rant in writing (because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; already said it out loud) it would be cleared out of my head. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; all for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; allowed myself to like Aaron. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; going to do this. no! but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; see this one coming. i mean, look wise not exactly my "type" but the boy can make me laugh. he is so much fun to be around. (i feel like and idiot saying this but...) whenever he responds to one of my twitter posts, totally makes me smile. also, i get butterflies just THINKING about him and i absolutely HATE that!!!! how can I feel this why and have this feeling deep down of worry that he will never feel the same in return. how can i feel so strongly about someone i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even know his favorite... color? gosh, i could write a book about this kind of stuff happening to me. oh and to top it all off with the Aaron thing, yeah okay, the girl he was "talking" to last year lives next door to me and happens to be the most adorably sweet girl you can't help but to like. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a thing any more but its hard to think that when they do SO MUCH together. Allie says its just because they are such good friends. oh! and i thought she liked Asa. Asa seemed pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;smitten&lt;/span&gt; around her and same goes for her when she's around him! i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get it! oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;christa's&lt;/span&gt; little friend heather, yeah she's a joy. not. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even think she likes me. "met" her for the 1,000 time today. yeah totally acted like she has never met me before. um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;helloooo&lt;/span&gt; are you blind? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; around whenever she is hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;christa&lt;/span&gt;, who lives NEXT DOOR!!!!! oh did i forget to mention the fact that yesterday i was standing right in front of her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt; was next to me and she said hi to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt; and asked how her day was but acted completely oblivious to me. yeah i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what that was about. i get this feeling she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; like me and i hate that! i hate when people dislike me for no reason. UGH! oh and for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;readon&lt;/span&gt; i get the feeling that maybe heather dearest may like Aaron. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;! being a girl sucks! like i hate that i  allow myself to get so fired up over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;trivial&lt;/span&gt; things like this!!! i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; hate it! i hate how on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night i call one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt; so i can have someone as i drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart to buy a coloring book! i hate that. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even want to think about how summer is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to be. everyone i hang out with is gonna be 4 hours away! i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even want to think about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;submurge&lt;/span&gt; myself into my books all summer and dream about things that will probably never happen. oh yeah sounds like a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that is that. me ranting about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;laaaaaaaaaaaame&lt;/span&gt; life at the moment. hopefully tomorrow i can post something extremely positive to make up for all the negativity from tonight. so fare thee well and until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-6706294776455760987?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/6706294776455760987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=6706294776455760987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/6706294776455760987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/6706294776455760987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2009/04/rant.html' title='rant.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-8408957543133838181</id><published>2009-04-11T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:50:18.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehe.</title><content type='html'>so... it's been a while. my bad. i've had a lot going on this past week. but now it is Easter weekend. so i'm definately gonna have to catch up on my blogging. juuuuuust not right this moment. later today. promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-8408957543133838181?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/8408957543133838181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=8408957543133838181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8408957543133838181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8408957543133838181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2009/04/hehe.html' title='hehe.'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-1054340556338197663</id><published>2009-04-02T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:33:23.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lala land</title><content type='html'>okay so my mind has been a million different places this week.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote something earlier today that i was gonna post&lt;br /&gt;buuuuut&lt;br /&gt;i was in a hurry to get to nashville before the storms got in [totally successfull btw]&lt;br /&gt;so i will have to post it either late friday night when i get back to cookeville or saturday afternoon. so yeah. . . lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-1054340556338197663?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/1054340556338197663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=1054340556338197663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/1054340556338197663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/1054340556338197663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2009/04/lala-land.html' title='lala land'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-781412679931095542</id><published>2009-03-31T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:51:38.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best monday EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! Yesterday, let me tell you, was awesome. Gotta say one of the best Mondays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had in a while :)&lt;br /&gt;     I got up extremely early for a Monday. Got ready for the day and headed out. i had to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CDL&lt;/span&gt; to do my time sheet. well, nothing can make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; day like a toddler saying your name and asking you to stay and play. however, i could not. i make my way to the infamous on-campus Starbucks to do some last minute history studying. well, i go to that and then lunch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kari&lt;/span&gt;. i finished my 2 pages for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; and went to music appreciation. i didn't have a huge time gap between music and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; so off i go to Starbucks. yes, again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. as i sit there, fighting with the laptop, a person, that always brightens my day (and mood if needed) walked in. small talk occurred and i continued to "talk" to my laptop and in doing so resulted in quite a few looks of wither amusement or concern were directed towards me by said person :) all i could do was laugh and attempt to explain myself, not much luck, but at least he laughed too. soon after, we go our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; ways.&lt;br /&gt;     i leave the dreaded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; and return to the room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nap time&lt;/span&gt;!! well, around six Allie calls and we head off to Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a. Guess who was there? yet another person that makes me happy and quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nervous&lt;/span&gt; at the same time. A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; lucky me, the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; seat is next to him. hooray! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; excited. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not hungry so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; eat; just a sweet tea for me :) well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;allie&lt;/span&gt; is to my left. after a while, i look over at her and she gives me this look. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like "huh?" she just sits there and looks away. a few moments go by and boy leaves with a few others. i immediately turn to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt; and ask her what the look was about. she tells me to wait later; she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to embarrass me. of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; all for not embarrassing me. i wait. but the moment we hit the car seats, i ask again. she says, and i quote (to the best i can), "well, i just noticed how flirtatious Aaron was being with you. hitting you with straws on your head. in boy world, that's flirting. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why, but it is." my heart soars! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so happy and like i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;, and still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;, know how to process such information. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still giddy from hearing that!! yes, i do realize how big of a dork i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; like, but i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care. thinking my day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get better was insane on my part.&lt;br /&gt;     There is this guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen like everywhere on campus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt; was planning on going over to study with corrie. i happen to look out the window and the beyond cute guy is playing ping-pong in corrie's lobby. i ask to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;join&lt;/span&gt; the study "party," if you will, and go over with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt;. we get over there and cute guy is gone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like "sad day." Talk about speaking too soon. he walks through the door :) Allie had a random craving for cookie cake when we left Chi Alpha so she was carrying that and of course they, cute guy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; random boy, take notice. we invite them to have a piece. cute guy aka Shawn, sits next to me. (yes, it was only because it was the only available seat but still!) soon, they return to their game. hilarious to watch! absolutely hilarious!! well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt; got done playing around midnight and came and sat on the couch that i was on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so excited!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Shawn&lt;/span&gt; and I chatted for a bit, corrie joined in too. it was pretty awesome!! he left and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt; and I followed soon after.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; what a fantastic day, Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-781412679931095542?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/781412679931095542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=781412679931095542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/781412679931095542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/781412679931095542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-monday-ever.html' title='best monday EVER!'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-8906172624221350979</id><published>2009-03-22T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:01:52.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strange effect</title><content type='html'>i dont know what it is about chemisty. the subject. it has this strange effect on me that just inspires me to pick up writing again. be it the bordom or what, i just feel like i could write all day. poems. previous days events. future plans. song lyrics. it happened when i took chemistry in high school. thinking of it as only a way to stay awake, i ended up writing quite a few good poems that year, junior year. here i am again. enrolled in chemistry. only this time i am in college. ch'yeah. i know right? well, obviously some things never change. on to my point. here are two things that i wrote last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;So i let it happen again. i told myself i wasnt going to allow myself to like a guy the moment i spend time with him. it's always the same; i cant help it. i'm waaaay better than i was. i actually communicate with the guy. [instead of holding my head down, looking at the ground, with my face blazing red]. i'm tired of being A girl friend [and not THE GIRLFRIEND]. i know God has the ONE out there for me. although it is hard to let the whole yeah-i've-never-had-a-boyfriend thing bother me, it is gettnig easier. i have realized that God will reveal the one to me at the right time &amp;amp; worrying over it doesnt do me any good. He has surrounded me with such amazing people &amp;amp; i'm so eternally grateful. i'm not quite sure where i'd be had i not had Allie &amp;amp; Corrie. God truely works in mysterious ways indeed. with the guys He has surround me with... has made me realize what i really want in a guy. that a pretty face and a funny personality isnt enough. i want a guy on fire for God &amp;amp; who i know well enough to know his quirks and he knows mine. a guy who, yeah he's funny and good-looking, but i want to be extremely comfortable around and still have butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i am pretty hesitant about posting this next one. like... well who do i know on here that actually knows who i'm talking about... um like 2 people? so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;/strong&gt;Okay, so i've had such a good week! spring break was amazing... returning to school has been awesome. i'm extremely blessed. wednesday was particularly a good day and OMG so was tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;     The weather was gorgeous and i was instantly in a good mood. i go to chemistry and to starbucks afterwards. well, Brandon was there so i was instantly happy. fortunately, the only 2 open seats were on either side of him. he sees me and i sit down. we chatted, it was nice, but he had to leave for... something... but stuck around for a bit after standing and packing up. jessica and beth ann came in and we all chatted for a bit; brandon left. well, i continued on with my day and by 7:30p i was sitting with sarah while she was on duty. i wanted to tell her about Brandon. well, the moment i begin to, he walks in. he sees me and comes over to me! CAME TO ME.... to talk. he gave me a high five :) he and i talked for a little bit and he went to his room. a little bit later he comes back through (going to the library) and we chit chat again :) Totally made my day!!&lt;br /&gt;     okay, now on to yesterday!! i had advisement at 8:30a so i packed my bag with everything i'd need for the day and head out. i go to advisement then go sit in the Grill. i'm in there for a good hour, probably a bit more. well, after the grill i head over to starbucks to see if Brandon was there because i needed to ask about physics and which teacher i should get. however, he wasnt there. i decide to stay and read Isaiah. i stand in line and the guy in front of me is "cute guy i see everywhere" i'm like "suhweetness" lol he goes to order and stumbles over his words. i cant help but to laugh. i try really hard not to but when he looked over at me and began to laught also, i dont feel as bad. i go to order my usual, which is the exact same to what he ordered. i walk over to wait and he begins to explain what happened. we chatted for a bit and he got his drink, told me to enjoy my drink and to have a good day. i told hime to do the same.i sit and read Isiah and a girl, Crystal, just asked what i was reading and we talked for a bit. she left and i pull out my novel. well, a few minutes later, i see someone come and stand in front of me. i look up to see Brandon smiling down, leaning against the wall. i'm like instantly in an amazing mood (more than i was to begin with). he continues to stand there as we talk and he like sees someone from his class through the window. he puts his stuff down and i tell him i've got to get to class anyway.&lt;br /&gt;     so all-in-all i had a pretty fantastic day, even befor i had even gone to my first class. well, wednesday means Chi Alpha. &lt;strong&gt;HOORAY!! &lt;/strong&gt;we always eat after chi &amp;amp; [this week we] went to sonic. allie and i go, and about 12 of us went. after awhile, it had settled to about 7 of us. we begin talking and ended on movies. which somehow lead to Across the Universe and Aaron never having seen it. Movie Night! i go and borrow the movie from Kari and Allie and I head over to Aaron's. it was fun hanging out with the guys. overall, such a grand day! i'm truely bless with all of these people as friends.&lt;br /&gt;[fin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there ya have it. a week worth of chemistry writings. okay so there werent any poems or songs but just give it some time. they will come. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-8906172624221350979?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/8906172624221350979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=8906172624221350979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8906172624221350979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/8906172624221350979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange-effect.html' title='strange effect'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-9116100761181183737</id><published>2009-03-15T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:54:46.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where i'm suppose to be</title><content type='html'>okay so i have had the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; spring break like ever!&lt;br /&gt;first i went with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TTU's&lt;/span&gt; campus outreach to panama city beach, fl&lt;br /&gt;no not to party or any of that sillies! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went and had their own version of "Beach Reach" [BR is basically when college students go with the intention of sharing the Gospel.] CO did their own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;version&lt;/span&gt; this year. it was such an eye opener. well first of all, i meet some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frickin'&lt;/span&gt; amazing people. Brandon, Roxy, Lindsay, Sarah... the list goes on and on. i even got to know my friend Lauren better [love that girl... she's the one who invited me] this trip was such an amazing thing. i got to see how easy, and hard, it can be to share the Gospel. while down there some of the guys met 4 guys from Repent America. on our last night there, Shawn, Vincent, Jake and Michael bought us [a group of 34] pizza and we went with them to just sit and talk at their camp. they had a bonfire going and we sat and talked for a good 3 hours. they were such an encouragement on sharing the Gospel! by the time we were getting ready to leave, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sean&lt;/span&gt; [one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CO's&lt;/span&gt; leaders] said we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to be able to go back to the hotel due to a guy having had fallen from the second floor balcony [which is actually the 3rd story] and everything was roped off... it happens that there was a beach not far from where we were. a few of us walked down to the beach and it was breath taking. i have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. hands down, it was the most amazing sight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; ever seen. &lt;em&gt;the moon was full. not a cloud in the sky. the stars were bright. the white sand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;glowed&lt;/span&gt; beneath the moonlight. the waves crashed ever so softly. i was surrounded by friends. i could not ask for a better place to be in my life.&lt;/em&gt; we were there, on the beach, for a good hour and half. i was so blessed to be there. i knew i was were God wanted me to be.&lt;br /&gt;late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night, we get back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cookeville&lt;/span&gt; from PCB.&lt;br /&gt;on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt; and i had breakfast at chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a and then we each drove our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; ways.&lt;br /&gt;i was two turns from being home when my jeep hit some ice &amp;amp; water and spun out of control. i hit the ditch. i called my dad and he came. he saw where i was and after making sure i was okay said, "you should have flipped" it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a God thing that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. nothing happened to my jeep either. NOTHING. not a thing. i might have to get a front end alignment but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even think that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;. so what does one do now-a-days when something happens? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; status updates. well i did that and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt; like flipped out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; i laugh b/c i know her. i called her and she and i knew that it was a God thing. she said "you always know Satan attacks you more right after a church retreat or anything that you have just grown in your relationship with God. Satan tries his best to take your happiness from that away" i told her it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; work. it made me happier to be closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday i went to Acquire the Fire. a christian youth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;conference&lt;/span&gt;. it was amazing. i loved it. i went with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Jil's&lt;/span&gt; church, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Bethel&lt;/span&gt; World Outreach Center. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; went with me. i felt like she would benefit some by being there. i met some awesome people there. first off these two adorable 13 yr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, Haley and Abbi. [i have a feeling that had i ever had a little sister she would be like these two] i also meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Sarah's&lt;/span&gt; younger siblings, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Sonni&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Schuyler&lt;/span&gt;. i also met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Micheal&lt;/span&gt;. they were really awesome. oh! how could i have forgotten, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; have a new favorite band; Paul Joel. look that kid up! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that is a, um brief?, over view of my spring break '09. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; update... no i &lt;strong&gt;will &lt;/strong&gt;update about other things that happened like... hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Allie&lt;/span&gt; and patty and the guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-9116100761181183737?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/9116100761181183737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=9116100761181183737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/9116100761181183737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/9116100761181183737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-im-suppose-to-be.html' title='where i&apos;m suppose to be'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4267126798061971801.post-7650314744549030389</id><published>2008-10-21T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T14:05:08.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting lost in translation</title><content type='html'>ever wish your life was a great as the fiction that you read? well welcome to my world. there are days that i just wish i could literally crawl into the books i read and live in the cities and become the characters that i become so wrapped up in. its easy for me to loose myself in my books. i dont see it as being sad or pathetic i see it as an escape. i mean, what better way to loose ones self than to read about a different time or just a different land. sigh. well that is my one minute soap box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4267126798061971801-7650314744549030389?l=atleasticandream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/feeds/7650314744549030389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4267126798061971801&amp;postID=7650314744549030389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/7650314744549030389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4267126798061971801/posts/default/7650314744549030389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atleasticandream.blogspot.com/2008/10/getting-lost-in-translation.html' title='getting lost in translation'/><author><name>charlenemarie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11000206446702089923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FpOPp60tjKo/TzM4XTGGmLI/AAAAAAAAADI/HQ1SKBxT2uM/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-05-16%2Bat%2B00.21%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
