<?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-3671498291117168837</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:24:47.088-08:00</updated><category term='random crap'/><category term='boring person'/><category term='playing catch-up'/><category term='mental hijinks'/><category term='weird dream'/><category term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>I Wonder If It Will Be Friends With Me?</title><subtitle type='html'>Or, Sam's Guide To Faceplanting Through Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077202219133877437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3t_UTZ_gM/TfQRfS0dEgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5Xd8fbodH7o/s220/school.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671498291117168837.post-7939734691753563431</id><published>2012-02-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:50:12.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random crap'/><title type='text'>Duuude. Not cool.</title><content type='html'>I am truly my Mom's daughter. She has always said she has bad dreams about her teeth falling out, and I just woke up from one of my own. It was a semi-routine flossing (I say semi, as my cousin Braden was there and it was in the trailer I grew up in, but at the same time was not the trailer OR anywhere I've lived) and I lost a front molar leaving a big old meth-y gap and my front canine (which in my dream was situated a bit behind my front teeth, so it wasn't noticeable) and then a tooth on the other side. And for some reason the molar looked like it was made of glass - there was a part where I was playing at looking at my fingers through it - and then I put the three teeth on a shelf and went to go email Dad that instead of our possible trip to Reno this spring, can we please go see Uncle Scott (The only dentist I've ever seen outside of when I had the emergency extraction a few years ago, which is when I discovered that if it's not Uncle Scott, I'm terrified of dentists) instead. And then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, all in all, what it means is that I really, really wish I had a job and that that job offered dental insurance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671498291117168837-7939734691753563431?l=iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/7939734691753563431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671498291117168837&amp;postID=7939734691753563431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/7939734691753563431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/7939734691753563431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/2012/02/duuude-not-cool.html' title='Duuude. Not cool.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077202219133877437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3t_UTZ_gM/TfQRfS0dEgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5Xd8fbodH7o/s220/school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671498291117168837.post-2743135979682587470</id><published>2012-01-21T08:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T08:49:07.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to meeeeeee</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are again. ::looks around:: Nope, don't feel any mighty life changes, illuminations or epiphanies just yet. Maybe I should give it another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671498291117168837-2743135979682587470?l=iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/2743135979682587470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671498291117168837&amp;postID=2743135979682587470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/2743135979682587470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/2743135979682587470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-to-meeeeeee.html' title='Happy birthday to meeeeeee'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077202219133877437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3t_UTZ_gM/TfQRfS0dEgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5Xd8fbodH7o/s220/school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671498291117168837.post-5250164235049230035</id><published>2012-01-15T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T21:16:43.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-boner</title><content type='html'>Mom went ahead and got herself t-boned by a guy too dumb to turn into a median lane and instead tried to go straight through while she was turning. i would very much like to know how much he swore inside his head when he realized he'd hit a Sheriff's Dept. vehicle and saw a badge getting out to trade information. Gives me a warm tingle of glee inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671498291117168837-5250164235049230035?l=iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/5250164235049230035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671498291117168837&amp;postID=5250164235049230035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/5250164235049230035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/5250164235049230035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/2012/01/t-boner.html' title='T-boner'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077202219133877437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3t_UTZ_gM/TfQRfS0dEgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5Xd8fbodH7o/s220/school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671498291117168837.post-1284978802375497119</id><published>2012-01-08T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:14:20.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental hijinks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring person'/><title type='text'>Task list</title><content type='html'>Have changed the way I make my schedules. I no longer am dividing things up by times, because I always fail to complete them in the 'proper' time and then feel like a failure. So instead I'm just making simple task lists. gets me to complete everything I need to do, but in a much less stressful, failure-making way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dHe252fP0k/TwoU22FCPJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/i3UTKoUVhTc/s1600/schedule%2Bexample.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dHe252fP0k/TwoU22FCPJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/i3UTKoUVhTc/s400/schedule%2Bexample.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695387611225537682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the now-fixed failure to include 'post on blog'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671498291117168837-1284978802375497119?l=iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/1284978802375497119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671498291117168837&amp;postID=1284978802375497119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/1284978802375497119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/1284978802375497119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/2012/01/task-list.html' title='Task list'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077202219133877437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3t_UTZ_gM/TfQRfS0dEgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5Xd8fbodH7o/s220/school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0dHe252fP0k/TwoU22FCPJI/AAAAAAAAAWw/i3UTKoUVhTc/s72-c/schedule%2Bexample.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671498291117168837.post-3490622321755694619</id><published>2012-01-05T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:14:50.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring person'/><title type='text'>Yeah, that went well.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I guess only posting when I had something 'interesting' to say backfired, so screw it. It's my damn blog, and anyone reading it will jsut have to be as bored by me as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, job-hunting is going.....an adjective needs to be invented to describe how it's going, let's leave it at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is fun again, but also driving me crazy as there's no clear instructions on how we're supposed to go about things, or what gets done where; you just get told to look at the manual, which doesn't help as only about a tenth of it seems to apply to me and even then, it's only a collection of the forms used - there's no actual information on how or where or when something is supposed to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made some new friends New Year's Eve (no, really, the kind you friend on Facebook and everything!), which I think is a HUGE accomplishment for me. Admittedly, much of it is based around the fact that we all have weird brains and so understand each other when trying to explain the frustration of not being able to explain what life is like to other people, but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bit of a goal this year, which is to be out of Mom's house by Solstice 2012 (just in time for the world to end, natch). As for an actual resolution, however, I've said fuck it. Losing weight, being a better person, whatever gets chosen gets forgotten, so I'm not going to bother this year. So, I suppose that my resolution is to carry on as always...? Eh. Never said I wasn't lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE decided to learn to knit, and so far it's going swimmingly. Perhaps I shall start selling stuff, I don't know: I've already sold some scarves to distant family, so perhaps that is an option. However, it gives me something to do with my hands, and helps fill the gaping hole left by being unemployed all day. The accomplishment felt by completing quests in an MMORPG is just slightly outdone by the accomplishment felt when somebody is able to wear something you've made (without shame, preferably), which goes to show just how big of an accomplished feeling it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling discombobulated lately, as my brain has failed to be obsessed by anything for a while. Normally, I would have thought this a good thing, but it turns out that with no job to focus on, my brain is left to flap sadly about, unable to latch onto anything for more than a couple hours - this makes it very hard to follow through with anything, as I'm permanently stuck in the "I'm bored, but I don't want to do any of the things available for me to do" cycle. Very, very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I made much food this holiday season, almost all of which was delicious and nommed up within hours. So, yay! But the failure (fruitcake) nearly spoiled all of the lovely accomplished feeling. Anyway. I warned you about the boredom. I BET YOU THOUGHT I WAS KIDDING BUT NO. Welcome back to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671498291117168837-3490622321755694619?l=iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/3490622321755694619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671498291117168837&amp;postID=3490622321755694619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/3490622321755694619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/3490622321755694619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/2012/01/yeah-that-went-well.html' title='Yeah, that went well.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077202219133877437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3t_UTZ_gM/TfQRfS0dEgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5Xd8fbodH7o/s220/school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671498291117168837.post-1755367620929584001</id><published>2011-10-12T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:24:55.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>::insert thumb-twiddling here::</title><content type='html'>Back in Cali, home again, home again. Classes starting up again as of yesterday. Cat is fine. I am depressed and unemployed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...there's that. Sigh. I've not even been playing WoW as I can't bring myself to go through the effort of moving to the living room (plus we're close to our bandwidth limit, so no playing until next week anyway). Sometimes I sign on to Vent just so I can pretend I'm being social, but right now even the little clickydance is just too much work. Bleh. Bleh, I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671498291117168837-1755367620929584001?l=iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/1755367620929584001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671498291117168837&amp;postID=1755367620929584001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/1755367620929584001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/1755367620929584001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/2011/10/insert-thumb-twiddling-here.html' title='::insert thumb-twiddling here::'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077202219133877437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3t_UTZ_gM/TfQRfS0dEgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5Xd8fbodH7o/s220/school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671498291117168837.post-5940514391137283762</id><published>2011-08-20T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T08:20:33.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing catch-up'/><title type='text'>Things That Have Been Happening, But Not Close Enough Together to Warrant My Taking the Time to Do Anything More Than To Pop Onto Facebook</title><content type='html'>Also known as the post with the longest title ever until I ran out of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUFF THAT HAS HAPPENED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving back to old city in one month from now, hurrah, hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is so close to dead that it is now a race as to see if I can get a new one before this one is so craptastically FAIL that I cannot even retrieve my files and programs off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat is shedding again. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am itching to seal, primer and paint room in old-soon-to-be-back-again house so that I do not die of Black Mold and/or Mildew of Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have finally gotten the color in on back tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....that's it. Man, but I lead an exciting life. Amazing that I have not simply dissolved into a gooey pile of boring boringness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671498291117168837-5940514391137283762?l=iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/5940514391137283762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671498291117168837&amp;postID=5940514391137283762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/5940514391137283762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/5940514391137283762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-that-have-been-happening-but-not.html' title='Things That Have Been Happening, But Not Close Enough Together to Warrant My Taking the Time to Do Anything More Than To Pop Onto Facebook'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077202219133877437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3t_UTZ_gM/TfQRfS0dEgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5Xd8fbodH7o/s220/school.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3671498291117168837.post-7015455912601096726</id><published>2011-06-11T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:56:00.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start, Hurrah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n5BFOasENFM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3671498291117168837-7015455912601096726?l=iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/feeds/7015455912601096726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3671498291117168837&amp;postID=7015455912601096726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/7015455912601096726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3671498291117168837/posts/default/7015455912601096726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifitwillbefriendswithme.blogspot.com/2011/06/fresh-start-hurrah.html' title='Fresh Start, Hurrah!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10077202219133877437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn3t_UTZ_gM/TfQRfS0dEgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5Xd8fbodH7o/s220/school.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/n5BFOasENFM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
