<?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-4945312843391884954</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:33:47.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Reflections pt. 2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945312843391884954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AMANDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14049248958843290064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8k0TtHKNPk/TxZa3ab0iKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FCKWl1bWcTc/s220/e4f5690757b69d985e2110f922a3d994_22434739.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945312843391884954.post-6215302569362629302</id><published>2012-02-07T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T23:55:22.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On School and Skipping</title><content type='html'>So I am a college freshman, and even though at this point people usually refer to school as college or lecture or class, I still call it school. &amp;nbsp;No need to make learning sound fancier than it really is. &amp;nbsp;Something you should know about me is that yes, I do like to learn. &amp;nbsp;I just don't like to learn in the school environment. &amp;nbsp;I hate having to go to class, or do an online assignment or write an eight page final paper to deem what I am doing as learning. &amp;nbsp;I prefer to learn from getting out there and learning. &amp;nbsp;Not just in the school environment. &amp;nbsp;But by talking to my relatives, or going to a new place and exploring. &amp;nbsp;I hate picking up an overpriced textbook and saying that I am learning then because I am putting a price and structure to what I am doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I also need to explain the whole being-in-college thing. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to go to college. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to be able to dorm and have the college experience. &amp;nbsp;And frankly in this age, people really do need a college degree to get anywhere, unless said person is lucky enough to have the perfect opportunity available right out of high school, or a really lucky connection to where they want to be. &amp;nbsp;I like college, I really do! &amp;nbsp;But sometimes I don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a knack for skipping classes and for sleeping too much. &amp;nbsp;And for not doing everything I should be doing here in these four short years. &amp;nbsp;And then I have these debates with myself about what I should be majoring in. &amp;nbsp;If I should change my major again, or if I should mull through the one I have and take on a few more classes. &amp;nbsp;And then I eat too much, or not enough. &amp;nbsp;And I go to the gym but not enough. &amp;nbsp;And sometimes I want to go back home, even just for a day, but then that would be a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way my brain is sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Skipping'/><author><name>AMANDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14049248958843290064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8k0TtHKNPk/TxZa3ab0iKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FCKWl1bWcTc/s220/e4f5690757b69d985e2110f922a3d994_22434739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945312843391884954.post-5423199509882246464</id><published>2012-02-06T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:47:46.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day&lt;/u&gt;: Monday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time&lt;/u&gt;: 8:42am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Info&lt;/u&gt;: Morning after super bowl. &amp;nbsp;Very tired, and semi-cranky. &amp;nbsp;Wants to be drinking coffee/sleeping in comfy dorm bed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke myself up bright and early this morning at 7:15. &amp;nbsp;I put on my pre-selected outfit and headed to the bathroom to try and fix my face. &amp;nbsp;Hair tie&amp;nbsp;was left in dorm but I managed to wash my face without difficulty, mad props go to me. &amp;nbsp;The walk from my dorm to the library took only ten minutes, thanks to my shortcut. &amp;nbsp;I am at the library, typing up my essay due in class &amp;nbsp;by 9:05 when a girl from class spots me behind her, comes over to my station, and informs me that class got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MEAN I WOKE UP FOUR OR SO HOURS EARLY FOR NOTHING?! &lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time something unlucky in this way has happened to me. &amp;nbsp;I have also walked twenty minutes to class at 4:40pm to find out that class was not even on that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to fix up my priorities and such..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Blues'/><author><name>AMANDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14049248958843290064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8k0TtHKNPk/TxZa3ab0iKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FCKWl1bWcTc/s220/e4f5690757b69d985e2110f922a3d994_22434739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945312843391884954.post-4527030868606709452</id><published>2012-02-03T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T15:40:49.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A.W.V.</title><content type='html'>February 1 is the topic of today's post. &amp;nbsp;I probably should have written that day, but I was probably too preoccupied by class and assignments and the bad weather to bother posting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite band of all time is MGMT, and the lead singer Andrew Vanwyngarden turned 29 this past February 1st. &amp;nbsp;As with many people who find a love in a specific band, I looked at his birthday as a day of greatness. &amp;nbsp;I mean, who wouldn't? &amp;nbsp;I find him to be brilliant, artistic, lovely, incredible, talented, creative, thoughtful, full of ideas and thought provoking words. &amp;nbsp;His lyrics are the most beautiful words I have ever had the privilege of listening to. &amp;nbsp;I find that he is what makes the band so amazing to me. &amp;nbsp;Of course Ben and also their live band (Matt, Will, James) are all talented and interesting themselves, but I really find that Andrew has a special addition of lovely. &amp;nbsp;I can't explain this the way I want so I should cut it short. &amp;nbsp;Basically, I am so&amp;nbsp;grateful&amp;nbsp;for the&amp;nbsp;existence&amp;nbsp;of Andrew Wells Vanwyngarden, and I am not ashamed to admit defeat in this moment of fangirling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post about MGMT in depth at a later date x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945312843391884954-4527030868606709452?l=justplaypretend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/feeds/4527030868606709452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/2012/02/awv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945312843391884954/posts/default/4527030868606709452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945312843391884954/posts/default/4527030868606709452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/2012/02/awv.html' title='A.W.V.'/><author><name>AMANDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14049248958843290064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8k0TtHKNPk/TxZa3ab0iKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FCKWl1bWcTc/s220/e4f5690757b69d985e2110f922a3d994_22434739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945312843391884954.post-4380905854204670183</id><published>2012-01-31T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T20:47:09.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraction results in lame post</title><content type='html'>Multitasking between this blog post and my first draft of my&amp;nbsp;English&amp;nbsp;college writing essay. &amp;nbsp;The class is a requirement for anyone who didn't place out with AP scores, and even though I took AP&amp;nbsp;English, I opted to not take the test...so here I am in College Writing 112. &amp;nbsp;The class is fine, like I think it could definitely be worse, and the class is only fifteen people; which is superb. &amp;nbsp;But at the same time, most of what we are doing seems tedious to someone who already enjoys writing and reading and has a good&amp;nbsp;understanding&amp;nbsp;about grammar (usually haha) and form etc. &amp;nbsp;Plus it is so early, 9am is still too &lt;i&gt;morning&lt;/i&gt; for my taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sidenote&lt;/u&gt;: It isn't that I like to sleep in, I just prefer to spend mornings doing things like going on walks, or reading, or eating eggs. &amp;nbsp;Not writing about myself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert hour long break of internet browsing*&lt;br /&gt;I have just lost all stamina to continue this post. &amp;nbsp;I'll keep it for the sake of not wanting to re-explain my English class later, but yeah. &amp;nbsp;Sorry. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945312843391884954-4380905854204670183?l=justplaypretend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8k0TtHKNPk/TxZa3ab0iKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FCKWl1bWcTc/s220/e4f5690757b69d985e2110f922a3d994_22434739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945312843391884954.post-252494409647688882</id><published>2012-01-26T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:55:41.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JANUARY 26 -Return</title><content type='html'>Despite my attitude in my last blog post, coming to school on Sunday was really no big deal. &amp;nbsp;The night before, one of my school friends texted to tell me that one class we wanted to have together had opened up. &amp;nbsp;Basically in November when it was time for us to pick classes she had an earlier time slot and was able to get the class, and when it was my turn it was filled. &amp;nbsp;So that was nice of her to let me know I could take it. &amp;nbsp;I think that once I realized that at least one class would be with a friend that it would not be so bad. &amp;nbsp;Her text also reminded me that I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in fact have friends at college. &amp;nbsp;Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally on the drives up to campus I have a nervous pit in my stomach that won't go away. &amp;nbsp;This time however once my parents and I actually made it to the school, I felt more relaxed. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't get any food down at lunch but once they said their goodbyes and I was unpacking my room...things became somewhat normal again. &amp;nbsp;It was probably because I realized that now my life would have a routine again, and I also saw more people which made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I was over reacting the other day. &amp;nbsp;I definitely knew that I was not happy and that I was really upset. &amp;nbsp;But I think what I should have realized was that sometimes things will make me feel that way, but that doesn't necessarily make them bad. &amp;nbsp;Like, of course school and college from a distance have the ability to make me dread ,my return, but in &amp;nbsp;a few weeks it will be spring break anyway...so that's good to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm back to a schedule, my classes are fine. &amp;nbsp;Very early which is a huge change from last semester, but all is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945312843391884954-252494409647688882?l=justplaypretend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/feeds/252494409647688882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-26-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945312843391884954/posts/default/252494409647688882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945312843391884954/posts/default/252494409647688882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-26-return.html' title='JANUARY 26 -Return'/><author><name>AMANDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14049248958843290064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8k0TtHKNPk/TxZa3ab0iKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FCKWl1bWcTc/s220/e4f5690757b69d985e2110f922a3d994_22434739.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945312843391884954.post-5870947231071563797</id><published>2012-01-18T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:29:06.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose toes pose rose...?</title><content type='html'>Today on a whim I drove 40 minutes to my cousin's town to get my nose pierced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why drive all that way? &amp;nbsp;I wanted to have my cousin (and best frannn) be there for the experience as it was her idea that I get it done. &amp;nbsp;Why my nose? &amp;nbsp;I have half wanted it for about a year now and I decided now would be the perfect time to get something pierced! &amp;nbsp;What with it being still barely into the new year, and also it is months from summer so by then it will be fully healed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggByyNstQKw/TxeNT76jRWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/U6mwOj1n6Fk/s1600/405314_10150611713778694_727483693_10989349_1603262254_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggByyNstQKw/TxeNT76jRWI/AAAAAAAAAHA/U6mwOj1n6Fk/s400/405314_10150611713778694_727483693_10989349_1603262254_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just over two weeks ago when the year began I told myself that it had to be a year of &lt;i&gt;trying new things&lt;/i&gt; and grabbing on to all the&amp;nbsp;opportunities&amp;nbsp;that I get for &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt; in my life. &amp;nbsp;I know a nose piercing isn't exactly sky diving, or going on a road trip from NY to CA but it still made me happy! &amp;nbsp;Who knows what will be in store for me next??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4945312843391884954-5870947231071563797?l=justplaypretend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/feeds/5870947231071563797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://justplaypretend.blogspot.com/2012/01/nose-toes-pose-rose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4945312843391884954/posts/default/5870947231071563797'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4945312843391884954.post-3419561219618014125</id><published>2012-01-18T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:22:32.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JANUARY 18 -The Beginning</title><content type='html'>So, this blog was just 're-made' because yet again I want to start writing more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to be keeping a near-daily-journal but I haven't written in it since December. &amp;nbsp;The reason I am here instead, I guess is because I am more often on the internet -with posting so many of my thoughts and my life in general to my tumblr and also my youtube channel where I have been vlogging for the past 2 years. &amp;nbsp;My life is just too taken over by the cyber world &amp;amp; I have to admit that it makes me happy. &amp;nbsp;I like that I am comfortable on all these social networking sites. &amp;nbsp;I am happy to say that I have even made a few really great friendships that have&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;internet based. &amp;nbsp;It is amazing to me to see that random people like to listen to me blabber in my videos, and that these people are not just usernames. &amp;nbsp;I have grown up to see that the internet is not such an abstract place as I once thought it was when I was a middle-schooler roaming neopets and everythinggirl.com. &amp;nbsp;Being part of youtube especially has opened my eyes to the fact that the internet is made up of people, real people like me! &amp;nbsp;To me that is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again here I am starting up a blog. &amp;nbsp;At least this time I didn't bother to make an entire new url, I'm done using up space on the web. &amp;nbsp;Right now here I am, giving this blog a fresh new start as a place to document certain parts of this year, and hopefully more to come! &amp;nbsp;Stop by here to see what cray things I am up to, or to see what movies I have watched &amp;amp; don't forget to track 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