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	<title>Finding My Place In This World One Song At A Time</title>
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		<title>Tied together with a smile&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 00:43:02 +0000</pubDate>
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<span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px" class="Apple-style-span">I know what I love. I just don't know what I want. I used to know, but now, not so much. I love writing, but I hate reading. I love to express myself, but I hate when no one recognizes it. I love being happy, but I hate not being able to make everyone else happy.  I love being in love, but I hate not feeling loved. Especially by the person I love the most. I love to dream, but I hate feeling like my dreams are never going to come true. I have so many dreams. I want to live a different life than I have always lived. I want to be better than people think I could ever be. I want to be successful. I want to do what I love and be with who I love. I want to live a full life with more than I could ever imagine. I want to prove I am different. I want to change someone's life. Most of all, I want to make those who love me proud.Sometimes I feel so lost. So alone. I feel invisible and ugly. So unimportant. Are the feelings natural? What do I want?What do I deserve?The truth is... I know I am loved, it just doesn't always feel like it. I am told I am beautiful, but enough? Or does anyone act like I am? I am on the road to success, and people tell me I am great at what I want (or wanted) to do, but is it really the right path for me? Will I make it in a road that very few survive? I have so many questions that I feel can never be answered. I mean, is there truly such thing as a perfect love? Is romance dead, or do I just not deserve to feel it? I thought I knew what I was called to do. I thought my future was laid out in front of me and I was working towards the ultimate goal. I thought I was becoming a happy person.But, is there such thing as true happiness? Everyone falls eventually. But, as constantly as my family has? I mean, I have given up on the word "luck" because my family surely does not have any of that. It is constantly one bad thing after another, so I mean, Lord, keep throwing it at us, because we haven't given up just yet. Close, but not yet. I feel as if no one really knows what I go through on a daily basis. I feel as if everyone thinks they know what I go through, and that they understand, but back to my first statement, I know no one knows what I really go through. My life has been the same for about 13 years now, except it just continues to go worse. I will never forget my pastor, David Walters, telling me that I have lived a life no one has ever, or should ever live, but I have truly defined what it means when they say "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade." And it makes me think. All these years I have thrown a smile on my face and make the world think that I am so strong, that I am unbeatable. The truth to that one is, I fall, too. I can't continue to hold that smile on my face. I am weak. I can't take much more of the confusion and hard times I have faced since I was merely 8 years old. It's impossible to continuously be this strong. This smile is becoming undone... </span><br /></span>
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"Seems the only one who doesnt see your beauty Is the face in the mirror looking back at you You walk around here thinking you're not pretty, but thats not true, Because I know you I guess it's true that love was all you wanted 'Cause you're giving it away like its extra change Hoping it will end up in his pocket But he leaves you out like a penny in the rain Oh, 'cause it's not his price to pay Not his price to pay... Hold on, baby, you're losing it The water's high, you're jumping into it And letting go, and no one knows that You cry, but you don't tell anyone That you might not be the golden one And you're tied together with a smile But you're coming undone."<br />
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"Tied Together With A Smile" -Taylor Swift
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<span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'lucida grande'; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px" class="Apple-style-span">I know what I love. I just don't know what I want. I used to know, but now, not so much. I love writing, but I hate reading. I love to express myself, but I hate when no one recognizes it. I love being happy, but I hate not being able to make everyone else happy.  I love being in love, but I hate not feeling loved. Especially by the person I love the most. I love to dream, but I hate feeling like my dreams are never going to come true. I have so many dreams. I want to live a different life than I have always lived. I want to be better than people think I could ever be. I want to be successful. I want to do what I love and be with who I love. I want to live a full life with more than I could ever imagine. I want to prove I am different. I want to change someone's life. Most of all, I want to make those who love me proud.Sometimes I feel so lost. So alone. I feel invisible and ugly. So unimportant. Are the feelings natural? What do I want?What do I deserve?The truth is... I know I am loved, it just doesn't always feel like it. I am told I am beautiful, but enough? Or does anyone act like I am? I am on the road to success, and people tell me I am great at what I want (or wanted) to do, but is it really the right path for me? Will I make it in a road that very few survive? I have so many questions that I feel can never be answered. I mean, is there truly such thing as a perfect love? Is romance dead, or do I just not deserve to feel it? I thought I knew what I was called to do. I thought my future was laid out in front of me and I was working towards the ultimate goal. I thought I was becoming a happy person.But, is there such thing as true happiness? Everyone falls eventually. But, as constantly as my family has? I mean, I have given up on the word "luck" because my family surely does not have any of that. It is constantly one bad thing after another, so I mean, Lord, keep throwing it at us, because we haven't given up just yet. Close, but not yet. I feel as if no one really knows what I go through on a daily basis. I feel as if everyone thinks they know what I go through, and that they understand, but back to my first statement, I know no one knows what I really go through. My life has been the same for about 13 years now, except it just continues to go worse. I will never forget my pastor, David Walters, telling me that I have lived a life no one has ever, or should ever live, but I have truly defined what it means when they say "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade." And it makes me think. All these years I have thrown a smile on my face and make the world think that I am so strong, that I am unbeatable. The truth to that one is, I fall, too. I can't continue to hold that smile on my face. I am weak. I can't take much more of the confusion and hard times I have faced since I was merely 8 years old. It's impossible to continuously be this strong. This smile is becoming undone... </span></span>
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"Seems the only one who doesnt see your beauty Is the face in the mirror looking back at you You walk around here thinking you're not pretty, but thats not true, Because I know you I guess it's true that love was all you wanted 'Cause you're giving it away like its extra change Hoping it will end up in his pocket But he leaves you out like a penny in the rain Oh, 'cause it's not his price to pay Not his price to pay... Hold on, baby, you're losing it The water's high, you're jumping into it And letting go, and no one knows that You cry, but you don't tell anyone That you might not be the golden one And you're tied together with a smile But you're coming undone."
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"Tied Together With A Smile" -Taylor Swift
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		<title>&#8220;No One Could Ever Take Your Place&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://katiebeasley.blog.com/2008/05/10/no-one-could-ever-take-your-place/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 23:33:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So my best friend moved away from me today. I'm not very happy either. It's going to be so weird being in Auburn with out her here. She is who I call whenever I need to vent about anything and everything, whenever I am craving mexican food and want someone to go grab a $3 burrito with me. The one who I can be nosey with about things, the one I can cry to, the one I can yell at when I just want to yell, who i laugh with constantly, and gossip with, the one I call to run to Wal-Mart with me because I don't want to go alone. I see her every single day. I am never bored when I am with her. It's so hard to even think of not having her around every day to hang out with. I literally don't know how I am going to make it around here with out her. She is my other half... my best friend!! So I am already having such a hard time with this, and it's only been a few hours since she left. I mean I know I am going to see her often, just not like I am used to. And I don't like that! I mean who likes losing their best friend? It was hard enough moving to college away from all my best friends, and now that I have had my 2nd move to a new school, found the best [girl] friend any one could ever ask for, she leaves me :( it's not cool at all! But i know our friendship will not change, just the fact that we don't see each other every day and I can't randomly call her to run to Acapulco's, the tanning bed, or wal-mart with. She means so much to me, and I never want to lose her as a best friend. But thank you Katherine for such an amazing semester here in Auburn. You truly are my best friend. I do not know what in the world I am going to do without you around during the week. I already can't wait til JUNE to see your beautiful face! love you girl!
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<div>Song: "I Remember" -Kenny Chesney</div>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>So my best friend moved away from me today. I&#8217;m not very happy either. It&#8217;s going to be so weird being in Auburn with out her here. She is who I call whenever I need to vent about anything and everything, whenever I am craving mexican food and want someone to go grab a $3 burrito with me. The one who I can be nosey with about things, the one I can cry to, the one I can yell at when I just want to yell, who i laugh with constantly, and gossip with, the one I call to run to Wal-Mart with me because I don&#8217;t want to go alone. I see her every single day. I am never bored when I am with her. It&#8217;s so hard to even think of not having her around every day to hang out with. I literally don&#8217;t know how I am going to make it around here with out her. She is my other half&#8230; my best friend!! So I am already having such a hard time with this, and it&#8217;s only been a few hours since she left. I mean I know I am going to see her often, just not like I am used to. And I don&#8217;t like that! I mean who likes losing their best friend? It was hard enough moving to college away from all my best friends, and now that I have had my 2nd move to a new school, found the best [girl] friend any one could ever ask for, she leaves me <img src='http://c0404242.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/531b5ead9e87a10a8d0ff20d23b3b63a' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> it&#8217;s not cool at all! But i know our friendship will not change, just the fact that we don&#8217;t see each other every day and I can&#8217;t randomly call her to run to Acapulco&#8217;s, the tanning bed, or wal-mart with. She means so much to me, and I never want to lose her as a best friend. But thank you Katherine for such an amazing semester here in Auburn. You truly are my best friend. I do not know what in the world I am going to do without you around during the week. I already can&#8217;t wait til JUNE to see your beautiful face! love you girl!</p>
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<div>Song: &#8220;I Remember&#8221; -Kenny Chesney</div>
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		<title>&#8220;Let&#8217;s start over, it&#8217;s not over&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://katiebeasley.blog.com/2008/04/23/lets-start-over-its-not-over/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 16:33:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">Heartaches are the worst pain in the world. Have you ever woken up and actually had pain in your heart? Like truly felt like your heart was broken into a bunch of little pieces?</span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676"><br /></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">I had a rough day yesterday and night. I woke up sick, later found out my grandmother was in the hospital, my boyfriend is sick, and other than that, things weren’ttoo bad.</span></span></span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">Then evening came and it was a rough night. I’m not going to get in depth but I justwant to say one thing to [someone]:</span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">We may come from two different families/backgrounds/lifestyles, but if we truly love each other we can get through this. Sure things started really hard and fast, but it happened and there’s nothing we can do about it really. I can be fine without you. I just don’t want to be. I love every moment we get together. No relationship is perfect and it never will be. But we can try so hard to work things out and make things ok. I love you and I know you love me, just think about what’s important to you…</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">“Oh, we both know</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">We weren't always like this</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">Help me remember</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">The way that we used to be</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">When nothin' else mattered</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">'Cause you were lovin' me”</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">-“Help me remember”, Rascal Flatts</span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">As for the title, it’s from “It’s Not Over” by Daughtry. I feel like our only option is to start over. Don’t end things, let’s just give it another shot…</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">Keep Singing…</span></span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">I had a rough day yesterday and night. I woke up sick, later found out my grandmother was in the hospital, my boyfriend is sick, and other than that, things weren’ttoo bad.</span></span></span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">Then evening came and it was a rough night. I’m not going to get in depth but I justwant to say one thing to [someone]:</span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">“Oh, we both know</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">We weren&#8217;t always like this</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">Help me remember</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">The way that we used to be</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="line-height: 16pt; text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">When nothin&#8217; else mattered</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#8216;Cause you were lovin&#8217; me”</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">-“Help me remember”, Rascal Flatts</span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">As for the title, it’s from “It’s Not Over” by Daughtry. I feel like our only option is to start over. Don’t end things, let’s just give it another shot…</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">&#160;</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: justify" class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e73676">Keep Singing…</span></span></span></span></p>
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		<title>&#8220;I&#8217;ve never been more homesick than now&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://katiebeasley.blog.com/2008/04/23/ive-never-been-more-homesick-than-now/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 22:18:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">Everyone hates to be sick. I think that might just be an understatement. What sucks even more is not having your parents there to take care of you. Those are the moments when I get homesick.&#160;</span></span></span>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I never got homesick when I moved to college. I enjoyed being all on my own. I think that might also be because I am an only child and for once I didn't have my parents always down my back. However, when I first got sick and wasn't at home I hated it, even though my roommate and boyfriend and sorority sisters were there, it still wasn't the same.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">This morning I woke up sick as a dog, with nausea and a sore throat. I felt horrible. I tried to go to class but couldn't even stand to get ready so I just went back to bed. I felt the same way all day long. Though I did go to Target and Kroger with Phil and got some medicine, but it was so hard to get out and walk around. Phil was really sweet, he made me chicken noodle soup and took me to dinner, too. So thanks honey for at least doing that!</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">It's just so hard not having my mom and dad constantly pouring me ginger ale or bringing me soup and giving me medicine, ya know all the sick child spoiled stuff. Now I am homesick... I wish I were home :( &#160;Instead I am struggling to get up and go to class and start studying for finals.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">The title is from the song "Homesick" by MercyMe. It's like you wanting to be in Heaven (AKA HOME) away from all sickness and pain and where you are completely taken care of. Just like being at college and wanting to be home where mommy and daddy can take care of you...</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">keep singing (even if you have no voice like me...)</span></span></span></div>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">Everyone hates to be sick. I think that might just be an understatement. What sucks even more is not having your parents there to take care of you. Those are the moments when I get homesick.&#160;</span></span></span></p>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I never got homesick when I moved to college. I enjoyed being all on my own. I think that might also be because I am an only child and for once I didn&#8217;t have my parents always down my back. However, when I first got sick and wasn&#8217;t at home I hated it, even though my roommate and boyfriend and sorority sisters were there, it still wasn&#8217;t the same.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">This morning I woke up sick as a dog, with nausea and a sore throat. I felt horrible. I tried to go to class but couldn&#8217;t even stand to get ready so I just went back to bed. I felt the same way all day long. Though I did go to Target and Kroger with Phil and got some medicine, but it was so hard to get out and walk around. Phil was really sweet, he made me chicken noodle soup and took me to dinner, too. So thanks honey for at least doing that!</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">It&#8217;s just so hard not having my mom and dad constantly pouring me ginger ale or bringing me soup and giving me medicine, ya know all the sick child spoiled stuff. Now I am homesick&#8230; I wish I were home <img src='http://c0404242.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/531b5ead9e87a10a8d0ff20d23b3b63a' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> &#160;Instead I am struggling to get up and go to class and start studying for finals.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">The title is from the song &#8220;Homesick&#8221; by MercyMe. It&#8217;s like you wanting to be in Heaven (AKA HOME) away from all sickness and pain and where you are completely taken care of. Just like being at college and wanting to be home where mommy and daddy can take care of you&#8230;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">keep singing (even if you have no voice like me&#8230;)</span></span></span></div>
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		<title>&#8220;We&#8217;ll make the best of tonight, here comes the rest of our lives&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://katiebeasley.blog.com/2008/04/22/well-make-the-best-of-tonight-here-comes-the-rest-of-our-lives/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 23:30:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I have always been a really outgoing person growing up. Making friends was never a struggle with me, even going into my freshman year of college at La Grange last year. However, this year it took me a while to adjust and make friends here at Auburn. To be honest, I absolutely hated my dream school for almost an entire semester until I got comfortable and broke away from my "barriers" that I felt were holding me back.&#160;</span></span></span>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I gave up on sitting around twiddling my thumbs and not studying any more than I would have if I had a social life and went and hung out more with my few friends I did have in Auburn. I met new people through other friends and even started dating new people. I finally felt more in love and at home at Auburn. It was such a relief to actually finally feel that way. I thought I had made a mistake transferring to AU even though it was a dream come true for me.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I joined an amazing Bible study through Campus Crusades and have such a good bond with those ladies. They are so amazing inside and out and have such a good heart for Christ. I love it! I look forward to our Wednesday nights for Bible study AND our Monday night dinners at Bazilia's cafe. They are so funny and fun to be around and so easy to talk to.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I also started hanging out with an ex of mine who is now a good friend. He is a brother in Delta Tau Delta Fraternity here at Auburn University. Through him I met my current boyfriend, Philip, and latched onto an amazing lady, Katherine. She has become my best friend... which is something I have always struggled with. It's always been hard for me to make close girl friends, even though I did always have them. I mean growing up there was Brooke, Kristen, Cassidy, Markie, Mallory, then Middle School with Natalie and Meg, and then High School with Tara, Paige, Sarah Beth, and Ashley (several others too but this just mentions the majority so sorry if I left you out)... at La Grange I was a sister in Kappa Delta Sorority so I had a lot of girl friends but I still hung out with a lot of guys. So I come to Auburn lacking a girl friend until I met Katherine. I do not know what in the world I would do without her now. She is just so amazing and so fun to be around. We can really connect on a lot of levels.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">Besides those ladies, I have met a lot of good guys that I am so happy I can call my friends. Some are better or closer friends than others but still... I have them and that's important and what matters. There is always someone to hang out with, party with, or just simply laugh with. Now majority of my new guy friends are also brothers in DTD, but besides them, there is one guy in particular who doesn't go to Auburn [unfortunately] who I met thanks to Phil... some of you might know him... or you might be him... his name is Jeff Creech. He's an ultimate bad ass... fa sho! He's such a funny guy who is ALWAYS there for me. More than some of my life long friends ever have been. Crazy, huh? He's a very talented photographer... I am jealous of his overall amazingness! Ha!&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">Then there is Phil... I kind of skipped over him [sorry babe]! He is funny. It kinda bothers me because some people don't know him like I do or like a few of my other friends do. Therefore, because of how he can be, if you don't know who he is or how his personality works, it's easy to have a bad impression of him. But if you really know him, he's such an amazing and funny guy. I'm not saying our relationship is perfect because really... no one has a perfect relationship. Seriously, on a Christian note, not even your relationship with Christ is perfect or is it really ever going to be! But seriously, I wish everyone could see how amazing he really can be. I think it is because of him... well I know it's because of him that I have the 2 most amazing friends in the world now.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">That makes 3 amazing people (plus my Bible study) that I have met in 4 1/2 months... wow! But the point I am laying out here is that even when you think you can't find friends or that you don't belong where you thought, it will all work out. You will make those amazing friends that you need. It just takes time and patience!</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">What sucks though is that Jeff is up in Oxford, OH and Katherine is leaving me in just a couple of weeks to Tuscaloosa! I don't know what I am going to do when she leaves. It's going to be so hard. I mean it already sucks having Jeff in Ohio because he is that amazing. But when Kat leaves, it's going to kill me. I am going to be almost as lonely as I was first semester!! But she's my best friend and I know we will always stay that way!</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">As for the title of the blog... it is lyrics from Graham Colton Band's "Best Days". You can get different ideas from this song but what hit me tonight was thinking although it really sucks that I am now not going to have 2 of my best friends here in Auburn with me, things will be ok. We can all keep a close relationship and not let the distance hurt us. So therefore we just have to take it and run and enjoy the time we do get together and the phone and IM conversations we get. Make the best of those times you do get together and never let the distance hurt you. You can't change what you want, so you have to accept it and just live it out. It's the way it's going to be so "we'll make the best of tonight, here comes the rest of our lives..."</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">Keep Singing...</span></span></span></div>

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I have always been a really outgoing person growing up. Making friends was never a struggle with me, even going into my freshman year of college at La Grange last year. However, this year it took me a while to adjust and make friends here at Auburn. To be honest, I absolutely hated my dream school for almost an entire semester until I got comfortable and broke away from my &#8220;barriers&#8221; that I felt were holding me back.&#160;</span></span></span></p>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I gave up on sitting around twiddling my thumbs and not studying any more than I would have if I had a social life and went and hung out more with my few friends I did have in Auburn. I met new people through other friends and even started dating new people. I finally felt more in love and at home at Auburn. It was such a relief to actually finally feel that way. I thought I had made a mistake transferring to AU even though it was a dream come true for me.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I joined an amazing Bible study through Campus Crusades and have such a good bond with those ladies. They are so amazing inside and out and have such a good heart for Christ. I love it! I look forward to our Wednesday nights for Bible study AND our Monday night dinners at Bazilia&#8217;s cafe. They are so funny and fun to be around and so easy to talk to.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">I also started hanging out with an ex of mine who is now a good friend. He is a brother in Delta Tau Delta Fraternity here at Auburn University. Through him I met my current boyfriend, Philip, and latched onto an amazing lady, Katherine. She has become my best friend&#8230; which is something I have always struggled with. It&#8217;s always been hard for me to make close girl friends, even though I did always have them. I mean growing up there was Brooke, Kristen, Cassidy, Markie, Mallory, then Middle School with Natalie and Meg, and then High School with Tara, Paige, Sarah Beth, and Ashley (several others too but this just mentions the majority so sorry if I left you out)&#8230; at La Grange I was a sister in Kappa Delta Sorority so I had a lot of girl friends but I still hung out with a lot of guys. So I come to Auburn lacking a girl friend until I met Katherine. I do not know what in the world I would do without her now. She is just so amazing and so fun to be around. We can really connect on a lot of levels.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">Besides those ladies, I have met a lot of good guys that I am so happy I can call my friends. Some are better or closer friends than others but still&#8230; I have them and that&#8217;s important and what matters. There is always someone to hang out with, party with, or just simply laugh with. Now majority of my new guy friends are also brothers in DTD, but besides them, there is one guy in particular who doesn&#8217;t go to Auburn [unfortunately] who I met thanks to Phil&#8230; some of you might know him&#8230; or you might be him&#8230; his name is Jeff Creech. He&#8217;s an ultimate bad ass&#8230; fa sho! He&#8217;s such a funny guy who is ALWAYS there for me. More than some of my life long friends ever have been. Crazy, huh? He&#8217;s a very talented photographer&#8230; I am jealous of his overall amazingness! Ha!&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">Then there is Phil&#8230; I kind of skipped over him [sorry babe]! He is funny. It kinda bothers me because some people don&#8217;t know him like I do or like a few of my other friends do. Therefore, because of how he can be, if you don&#8217;t know who he is or how his personality works, it&#8217;s easy to have a bad impression of him. But if you really know him, he&#8217;s such an amazing and funny guy. I&#8217;m not saying our relationship is perfect because really&#8230; no one has a perfect relationship. Seriously, on a Christian note, not even your relationship with Christ is perfect or is it really ever going to be! But seriously, I wish everyone could see how amazing he really can be. I think it is because of him&#8230; well I know it&#8217;s because of him that I have the 2 most amazing friends in the world now.&#160;</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">That makes 3 amazing people (plus my Bible study) that I have met in 4 1/2 months&#8230; wow! But the point I am laying out here is that even when you think you can&#8217;t find friends or that you don&#8217;t belong where you thought, it will all work out. You will make those amazing friends that you need. It just takes time and patience!</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">What sucks though is that Jeff is up in Oxford, OH and Katherine is leaving me in just a couple of weeks to Tuscaloosa! I don&#8217;t know what I am going to do when she leaves. It&#8217;s going to be so hard. I mean it already sucks having Jeff in Ohio because he is that amazing. But when Kat leaves, it&#8217;s going to kill me. I am going to be almost as lonely as I was first semester!! But she&#8217;s my best friend and I know we will always stay that way!</span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></div>
<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sand" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">As for the title of the blog&#8230; it is lyrics from Graham Colton Band&#8217;s &#8220;Best Days&#8221;. You can get different ideas from this song but what hit me tonight was thinking although it really sucks that I am now not going to have 2 of my best friends here in Auburn with me, things will be ok. We can all keep a close relationship and not let the distance hurt us. So therefore we just have to take it and run and enjoy the time we do get together and the phone and IM conversations we get. Make the best of those times you do get together and never let the distance hurt you. You can&#8217;t change what you want, so you have to accept it and just live it out. It&#8217;s the way it&#8217;s going to be so &#8220;we&#8217;ll make the best of tonight, here comes the rest of our lives&#8230;&#8221;</span></span></span></div>
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		<title>&#8220;Take Every Breath God Gives You For What It&#8217;s Worth&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 00:32:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katie</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[<span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">One&#160;of&#160;my&#160;really&#160;good&#160;friends&#160;from&#160;high&#160;school&#160;is&#160;in&#160;the&#160;Marine's.&#160;He&#160;is&#160;currently&#160;in&#160;Ramadi,&#160;Iraq.&#160;He&#160;hasn't&#160;been&#160;there&#160;very&#160;long&#160;yet,&#160;just&#160;about&#160;a&#160;month.&#160;I&#160;have&#160;had&#160;a&#160;few&#160;phone&#160;calls&#160;which&#160;were&#160;so&#160;cool&#160;just&#160;knowing&#160;he&#160;was&#160;on&#160;the&#160;other&#160;side&#160;of&#160;the&#160;world&#160;from&#160;me...&#160;8&#160;hours&#160;ahead&#160;of&#160;me.&#160;Well,&#160;I&#160;got&#160;my&#160;first&#160;letter&#160;this&#160;past&#160;week&#160;on&#160;Friday&#160;(i&#160;think).&#160;Although&#160;his&#160;letter&#160;did&#160;not&#160;say&#160;much,&#160;I&#160;learned&#160;a&#160;whole&#160;lot...<br />
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You&#160;hear&#160;all&#160;the&#160;time&#160;to&#160;not&#160;take&#160;things&#160;for&#160;granted,&#160;and&#160;how&#160;you&#160;never&#160;know&#160;when&#160;your&#160;life&#160;will&#160;be&#160;over&#160;so&#160;live&#160;each&#160;day&#160;to&#160;its&#160;fullest,&#160;and&#160;all&#160;that&#160;crap.&#160;Well,&#160;in&#160;this&#160;letter&#160;from&#160;Andrew&#160;he&#160;told&#160;me&#160;about&#160;the&#160;trip&#160;to&#160;Ramadi&#160;and&#160;how&#160;aggravating&#160;it&#160;was&#160;and&#160;all&#160;and&#160;then&#160;he&#160;went&#160;into&#160;how&#160;it&#160;is&#160;to&#160;be&#160;there.&#160;He&#160;said&#160;how&#160;he&#160;thought&#160;he&#160;was&#160;prepared&#160;for&#160;the&#160;war&#160;zone&#160;and&#160;how&#160;you&#160;think&#160;you&#160;know&#160;what&#160;it's&#160;like,&#160;but&#160;in&#160;reality&#160;it&#160;was&#160;such&#160;an&#160;eye&#160;opener.&#160;It&#160;was&#160;nothing&#160;like&#160;he&#160;expected&#160;and&#160;he&#160;said&#160;there&#160;really&#160;was&#160;no&#160;way&#160;to&#160;prepare&#160;for&#160;that&#160;environment.&#160;<br />
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You&#160;know&#160;they&#160;say&#160;how&#160;beautiful&#160;the&#160;Earth&#160;is&#160;and&#160;all,&#160;and&#160;how&#160;it's&#160;God's&#160;creation&#160;therefore&#160;it&#160;is&#160;beautiful.&#160;Well&#160;this&#160;letter&#160;gave&#160;me&#160;a&#160;whole&#160;new&#160;perspective.&#160;I&#160;will&#160;never&#160;know&#160;what&#160;it&#160;is&#160;like&#160;to&#160;be&#160;in&#160;that&#160;environment&#160;that&#160;Andrew&#160;is&#160;living&#160;in&#160;right&#160;now.&#160;At&#160;least&#160;I&#160;hope&#160;I&#160;never&#160;have&#160;to&#160;know&#160;what&#160;it&#160;is&#160;like.&#160;It's&#160;so&#160;"ugly",&#160;to&#160;put&#160;an&#160;adjective&#160;to&#160;it.&#160;There&#160;are&#160;(unfortunately)&#160;ugly&#160;parts&#160;to&#160;this&#160;world,&#160;so&#160;it&#160;seems.&#160;However,&#160;the&#160;work&#160;some&#160;of&#160;the&#160;soldiers&#160;are&#160;doing&#160;over&#160;seas&#160;is&#160;beautiful...&#160;which&#160;can&#160;clear&#160;up&#160;for&#160;the&#160;ugliness&#160;of&#160;the&#160;environment&#160;over&#160;there&#160;I&#160;guess.<br />
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He&#160;said&#160;how&#160;sad&#160;it&#160;is.&#160;Like&#160;how&#160;dreary&#160;like.&#160;It's&#160;nothing&#160;but&#160;dirt.&#160;Everything&#160;is&#160;so&#160;boring&#160;looking.&#160;Nothing&#160;but&#160;dirt,&#160;grass,&#160;and&#160;flowers&#160;(which&#160;some&#160;are&#160;pretty&#160;but&#160;its&#160;not&#160;that&#160;great)...&#160;he&#160;said&#160;it's&#160;not&#160;pleasant.&#160;And&#160;he&#160;told&#160;me&#160;how&#160;he&#160;misses&#160;the&#160;colors&#160;of&#160;home.&#160;The&#160;beauty&#160;here&#160;is&#160;so&#160;different&#160;than&#160;it&#160;is&#160;on&#160;the&#160;other&#160;side&#160;of&#160;the&#160;world.&#160;It's&#160;sad.&#160;We&#160;have&#160;all&#160;these&#160;strong&#160;amazing&#160;men&#160;and&#160;women&#160;doing&#160;all&#160;this&#160;work&#160;over&#160;seas&#160;and&#160;it's&#160;not&#160;enjoyable&#160;but&#160;it's&#160;their&#160;job.&#160;I&#160;am&#160;so&#160;proud&#160;of&#160;them.&#160;Yet&#160;I&#160;feel&#160;so&#160;bad,&#160;because&#160;I&#160;wish&#160;I&#160;could&#160;just&#160;go&#160;do&#160;a&#160;total&#160;make&#160;over&#160;for&#160;Iraq&#160;to&#160;make&#160;it&#160;a&#160;more&#160;enjoyable&#160;place.&#160;Haha...&#160;anyone&#160;else&#160;in???&#160;ROADTRIP!&#160;(ok&#160;not&#160;so&#160;much...)<br />
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He&#160;mentioned&#160;about&#160;how&#160;much&#160;he&#160;now&#160;realizes&#160;he&#160;took&#160;for&#160;granted&#160;while&#160;being&#160;home.&#160;And&#160;how&#160;much&#160;he&#160;misses&#160;me&#160;and&#160;his&#160;other&#160;friends&#160;and&#160;family.&#160;And&#160;that's&#160;when&#160;it&#160;hit&#160;me&#160;how&#160;true&#160;that&#160;is.&#160;We&#160;have&#160;so&#160;much&#160;here...&#160;some&#160;more&#160;than&#160;others&#160;but&#160;still&#160;look&#160;how&#160;fortunate&#160;we&#160;are.&#160;If&#160;you&#160;are&#160;reading&#160;this,&#160;you&#160;have&#160;a&#160;computer&#160;or&#160;internet&#160;access,&#160;you&#160;have&#160;a&#160;roof&#160;over&#160;your&#160;head&#160;day&#160;in&#160;and&#160;day&#160;out...&#160;you&#160;have&#160;a&#160;warm&#160;cozy&#160;bed&#160;to&#160;sleep&#160;in&#160;every&#160;night,&#160;you&#160;have&#160;good&#160;food,&#160;air&#160;conditioning,&#160;heat,&#160;whatever&#160;you&#160;need&#160;to&#160;get&#160;by&#160;each&#160;day,&#160;you&#160;have!&#160;<br />
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Andrew&#160;was&#160;saying&#160;how&#160;when&#160;they&#160;first&#160;got&#160;to&#160;Kuwait&#160;they&#160;didn't&#160;get&#160;to&#160;eat,&#160;sleep,&#160;anything&#160;really...&#160;he&#160;said&#160;it&#160;was&#160;awful!&#160;I&#160;just&#160;can't&#160;imagine.&#160;He&#160;said&#160;the&#160;only&#160;place&#160;to&#160;sit&#160;was&#160;on&#160;rocks&#160;too.&#160;Horrible&#160;situation.&#160;<br />
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To&#160;sum&#160;this&#160;up...&#160;his&#160;letter&#160;just&#160;really&#160;made&#160;me&#160;think&#160;about&#160;how&#160;much&#160;I&#160;really&#160;do&#160;have,&#160;for&#160;not&#160;having&#160;a&#160;lot,&#160;and&#160;for&#160;struggling&#160;to&#160;pay&#160;for&#160;my&#160;education&#160;and&#160;everything&#160;else&#160;on&#160;my&#160;own&#160;and&#160;with&#160;little&#160;help&#160;from&#160;my&#160;parents.&#160;I&#160;have&#160;everything&#160;I&#160;could&#160;ever&#160;need&#160;and&#160;some.&#160;Therefore&#160;I&#160;have&#160;a&#160;reason&#160;(and&#160;so&#160;do&#160;you...)&#160;to&#160;live&#160;each&#160;day&#160;so&#160;full&#160;and&#160;keep&#160;in&#160;mind&#160;how&#160;lucky&#160;I&#160;am&#160;to&#160;have&#160;what&#160;I&#160;have.&#160;Take&#160;every&#160;thing&#160;I&#160;have&#160;and&#160;live&#160;it&#160;out&#160;for&#160;what&#160;it&#160;is&#160;worth...&#160;noting&#160;the&#160;title&#160;from&#160;a&#160;Kenny&#160;Chesney&#160;song&#160;"Don't&#160;Blink"...&#160;"take&#160;every&#160;breath&#160;God&#160;gives&#160;you&#160;for&#160;what&#160;it's&#160;worth"<br />
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Keep&#160;On&#160;Singing,&#160;and&#160;Leave&#160;A&#160;Little&#160;Tune....</span></span>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><span style="font-size: medium" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #e53873" class="Apple-style-span">One&#160;of&#160;my&#160;really&#160;good&#160;friends&#160;from&#160;high&#160;school&#160;is&#160;in&#160;the&#160;Marine&#8217;s.&#160;He&#160;is&#160;currently&#160;in&#160;Ramadi,&#160;Iraq.&#160;He&#160;hasn&#8217;t&#160;been&#160;there&#160;very&#160;long&#160;yet,&#160;just&#160;about&#160;a&#160;month.&#160;I&#160;have&#160;had&#160;a&#160;few&#160;phone&#160;calls&#160;which&#160;were&#160;so&#160;cool&#160;just&#160;knowing&#160;he&#160;was&#160;on&#160;the&#160;other&#160;side&#160;of&#160;the&#160;world&#160;from&#160;me&#8230;&#160;8&#160;hours&#160;ahead&#160;of&#160;me.&#160;Well,&#160;I&#160;got&#160;my&#160;first&#160;letter&#160;this&#160;past&#160;week&#160;on&#160;Friday&#160;(i&#160;think).&#160;Although&#160;his&#160;letter&#160;did&#160;not&#160;say&#160;much,&#160;I&#160;learned&#160;a&#160;whole&#160;lot&#8230;</p>
<p>You&#160;hear&#160;all&#160;the&#160;time&#160;to&#160;not&#160;take&#160;things&#160;for&#160;granted,&#160;and&#160;how&#160;you&#160;never&#160;know&#160;when&#160;your&#160;life&#160;will&#160;be&#160;over&#160;so&#160;live&#160;each&#160;day&#160;to&#160;its&#160;fullest,&#160;and&#160;all&#160;that&#160;crap.&#160;Well,&#160;in&#160;this&#160;letter&#160;from&#160;Andrew&#160;he&#160;told&#160;me&#160;about&#160;the&#160;trip&#160;to&#160;Ramadi&#160;and&#160;how&#160;aggravating&#160;it&#160;was&#160;and&#160;all&#160;and&#160;then&#160;he&#160;went&#160;into&#160;how&#160;it&#160;is&#160;to&#160;be&#160;there.&#160;He&#160;said&#160;how&#160;he&#160;thought&#160;he&#160;was&#160;prepared&#160;for&#160;the&#160;war&#160;zone&#160;and&#160;how&#160;you&#160;think&#160;you&#160;know&#160;what&#160;it&#8217;s&#160;like,&#160;but&#160;in&#160;reality&#160;it&#160;was&#160;such&#160;an&#160;eye&#160;opener.&#160;It&#160;was&#160;nothing&#160;like&#160;he&#160;expected&#160;and&#160;he&#160;said&#160;there&#160;really&#160;was&#160;no&#160;way&#160;to&#160;prepare&#160;for&#160;that&#160;environment.&#160;</p>
<p>You&#160;know&#160;they&#160;say&#160;how&#160;beautiful&#160;the&#160;Earth&#160;is&#160;and&#160;all,&#160;and&#160;how&#160;it&#8217;s&#160;God&#8217;s&#160;creation&#160;therefore&#160;it&#160;is&#160;beautiful.&#160;Well&#160;this&#160;letter&#160;gave&#160;me&#160;a&#160;whole&#160;new&#160;perspective.&#160;I&#160;will&#160;never&#160;know&#160;what&#160;it&#160;is&#160;like&#160;to&#160;be&#160;in&#160;that&#160;environment&#160;that&#160;Andrew&#160;is&#160;living&#160;in&#160;right&#160;now.&#160;At&#160;least&#160;I&#160;hope&#160;I&#160;never&#160;have&#160;to&#160;know&#160;what&#160;it&#160;is&#160;like.&#160;It&#8217;s&#160;so&#160;&#8221;ugly&#8221;,&#160;to&#160;put&#160;an&#160;adjective&#160;to&#160;it.&#160;There&#160;are&#160;(unfortunately)&#160;ugly&#160;parts&#160;to&#160;this&#160;world,&#160;so&#160;it&#160;seems.&#160;However,&#160;the&#160;work&#160;some&#160;of&#160;the&#160;soldiers&#160;are&#160;doing&#160;over&#160;seas&#160;is&#160;beautiful&#8230;&#160;which&#160;can&#160;clear&#160;up&#160;for&#160;the&#160;ugliness&#160;of&#160;the&#160;environment&#160;over&#160;there&#160;I&#160;guess.</p>
<p>He&#160;said&#160;how&#160;sad&#160;it&#160;is.&#160;Like&#160;how&#160;dreary&#160;like.&#160;It&#8217;s&#160;nothing&#160;but&#160;dirt.&#160;Everything&#160;is&#160;so&#160;boring&#160;looking.&#160;Nothing&#160;but&#160;dirt,&#160;grass,&#160;and&#160;flowers&#160;(which&#160;some&#160;are&#160;pretty&#160;but&#160;its&#160;not&#160;that&#160;great)&#8230;&#160;he&#160;said&#160;it&#8217;s&#160;not&#160;pleasant.&#160;And&#160;he&#160;told&#160;me&#160;how&#160;he&#160;misses&#160;the&#160;colors&#160;of&#160;home.&#160;The&#160;beauty&#160;here&#160;is&#160;so&#160;different&#160;than&#160;it&#160;is&#160;on&#160;the&#160;other&#160;side&#160;of&#160;the&#160;world.&#160;It&#8217;s&#160;sad.&#160;We&#160;have&#160;all&#160;these&#160;strong&#160;amazing&#160;men&#160;and&#160;women&#160;doing&#160;all&#160;this&#160;work&#160;over&#160;seas&#160;and&#160;it&#8217;s&#160;not&#160;enjoyable&#160;but&#160;it&#8217;s&#160;their&#160;job.&#160;I&#160;am&#160;so&#160;proud&#160;of&#160;them.&#160;Yet&#160;I&#160;feel&#160;so&#160;bad,&#160;because&#160;I&#160;wish&#160;I&#160;could&#160;just&#160;go&#160;do&#160;a&#160;total&#160;make&#160;over&#160;for&#160;Iraq&#160;to&#160;make&#160;it&#160;a&#160;more&#160;enjoyable&#160;place.&#160;Haha&#8230;&#160;anyone&#160;else&#160;in???&#160;ROADTRIP!&#160;(ok&#160;not&#160;so&#160;much&#8230;)</p>
<p>He&#160;mentioned&#160;about&#160;how&#160;much&#160;he&#160;now&#160;realizes&#160;he&#160;took&#160;for&#160;granted&#160;while&#160;being&#160;home.&#160;And&#160;how&#160;much&#160;he&#160;misses&#160;me&#160;and&#160;his&#160;other&#160;friends&#160;and&#160;family.&#160;And&#160;that&#8217;s&#160;when&#160;it&#160;hit&#160;me&#160;how&#160;true&#160;that&#160;is.&#160;We&#160;have&#160;so&#160;much&#160;here&#8230;&#160;some&#160;more&#160;than&#160;others&#160;but&#160;still&#160;look&#160;how&#160;fortunate&#160;we&#160;are.&#160;If&#160;you&#160;are&#160;reading&#160;this,&#160;you&#160;have&#160;a&#160;computer&#160;or&#160;internet&#160;access,&#160;you&#160;have&#160;a&#160;roof&#160;over&#160;your&#160;head&#160;day&#160;in&#160;and&#160;day&#160;out&#8230;&#160;you&#160;have&#160;a&#160;warm&#160;cozy&#160;bed&#160;to&#160;sleep&#160;in&#160;every&#160;night,&#160;you&#160;have&#160;good&#160;food,&#160;air&#160;conditioning,&#160;heat,&#160;whatever&#160;you&#160;need&#160;to&#160;get&#160;by&#160;each&#160;day,&#160;you&#160;have!&#160;</p>
<p>Andrew&#160;was&#160;saying&#160;how&#160;when&#160;they&#160;first&#160;got&#160;to&#160;Kuwait&#160;they&#160;didn&#8217;t&#160;get&#160;to&#160;eat,&#160;sleep,&#160;anything&#160;really&#8230;&#160;he&#160;said&#160;it&#160;was&#160;awful!&#160;I&#160;just&#160;can&#8217;t&#160;imagine.&#160;He&#160;said&#160;the&#160;only&#160;place&#160;to&#160;sit&#160;was&#160;on&#160;rocks&#160;too.&#160;Horrible&#160;situation.&#160;</p>
<p>To&#160;sum&#160;this&#160;up&#8230;&#160;his&#160;letter&#160;just&#160;really&#160;made&#160;me&#160;think&#160;about&#160;how&#160;much&#160;I&#160;really&#160;do&#160;have,&#160;for&#160;not&#160;having&#160;a&#160;lot,&#160;and&#160;for&#160;struggling&#160;to&#160;pay&#160;for&#160;my&#160;education&#160;and&#160;everything&#160;else&#160;on&#160;my&#160;own&#160;and&#160;with&#160;little&#160;help&#160;from&#160;my&#160;parents.&#160;I&#160;have&#160;everything&#160;I&#160;could&#160;ever&#160;need&#160;and&#160;some.&#160;Therefore&#160;I&#160;have&#160;a&#160;reason&#160;(and&#160;so&#160;do&#160;you&#8230;)&#160;to&#160;live&#160;each&#160;day&#160;so&#160;full&#160;and&#160;keep&#160;in&#160;mind&#160;how&#160;lucky&#160;I&#160;am&#160;to&#160;have&#160;what&#160;I&#160;have.&#160;Take&#160;every&#160;thing&#160;I&#160;have&#160;and&#160;live&#160;it&#160;out&#160;for&#160;what&#160;it&#160;is&#160;worth&#8230;&#160;noting&#160;the&#160;title&#160;from&#160;a&#160;Kenny&#160;Chesney&#160;song&#160;&#8221;Don&#8217;t&#160;Blink&#8221;&#8230;&#160;&#8221;take&#160;every&#160;breath&#160;God&#160;gives&#160;you&#160;for&#160;what&#160;it&#8217;s&#160;worth&#8221;</p>
<p>Keep&#160;On&#160;Singing,&#160;and&#160;Leave&#160;A&#160;Little&#160;Tune&#8230;.</span></span>
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