<?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-5619145</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:03:19.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barely Breathing...</title><subtitle type='html'>Words soothe the soul. They calm the nerves. They help us enter into our own realms. Words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeabreath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeabreath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tommie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816129830370797826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5619145.post-105929564642478820</id><published>2003-07-27T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:50:58.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here it is. Finally. A place for me to let go of my inner-geek. i &lt;3 this. If you are reading this, consider yourself someone who I hold in high esteem. I vow to make this ***tommie***, and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Shallow Thought::&lt;br /&gt;    So, Britney Spears and Snoop Doggy Fizzle are in GI right now? Or so I've heard? I wonder if I saw them if I could get an autograph. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending an incredibly unbelieveable amount of time doing nothing lately. Quite frankly, though, I have a feeling that -- beneath the boring surface -- I am actually enjoying myself. Throughout the famous senior year I went to school and worked. I had hardly any ~drum roll plz.k.thx~ "tommie time." I had started to mold myself into some sort of social person that I mistakenly thought I'd love to be. Don't get me wrong. Friends are the best. However, lately, being alone is just...freekin' awesome. I don't know what my problem is. I think I'm finally starting to accept the fact that the people I love are not always going to love me back. *things* have made me notice that here recently. Thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to the disturbing conclusion that I could, in fact, be a hermit. Although, I'd have to have some kind of instant messenger. I could be an IM hermit for sure. Give me a computer with M. Word and the internet and I'm in heaven. I honestly think I could write forever. The funny thing is, I don't even think I'm that great at it. I just love it. I do not have much of an imagination. And what I consider my imagination is probably a rip off of someone else's imagination that I just adopted unknowingly. Heh. Weird? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am trying to realize my inner person. You know, it is so hard trying to figure yourself out. Like really. I never understood how hard it could possibly. Ok. Listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Societal Thought::&lt;br /&gt;    Alright, so, once I strip away all societal influence on my personality...I have nothing left. I don't think it makes sense for people to blame society on everything and always bash society society society. *eff* that. You see, society even molds that which is its total opposite. The same goes for anything. Say a teenager sees his dad beat his mom and he's all like "I am not going to be like that." Society just influenced him. Alright, now get this, Avril Lavigne...portrays the message that it is cool to be uncool. Isn't that like an oxymoron or something? Well, although many people I know can't stand her, she reminds me a great deal of my own friends. And myself. I try so hard to be myself and not be influenced by society that I overlook the fact that I am, in fact, being influenced by it. But, instead of conforming, im like...deforming society or something of that sort. Get me? Ok, probably not. But I understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the time has come for me to depart. Tommie is in the process of moving and needs her rest. *mwuahs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...To resist is to piss in the wind...anyone who does will end up smelling..." --incubus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5619145-105929564642478820?l=takeabreath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619145/posts/default/105929564642478820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5619145/posts/default/105929564642478820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeabreath.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105929564642478820' title=''/><author><name>Tommie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17816129830370797826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
