<?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-7861465303845790975</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:03.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Scenes: The Real Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-4320563915169762994</id><published>2009-05-17T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:37:16.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much-needed update</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been a year since I last posted a blog. &lt;br /&gt;It's time to update everyone on what's going on&lt;br /&gt;in my hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working at my aforementioned job (last&lt;br /&gt;post) and loving it. I'm entering my junior year,&lt;br /&gt;finally, and the panic is starting to set in. I realize&lt;br /&gt;that I'm going to be out in the real world, alone, &lt;br /&gt;very soon.  I guess I better start planning. &lt;br /&gt;I start my first ever summer class tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! I have a feeling that Honors Bio might kick me&lt;br /&gt;in the face, but it seems like a lot of stuff I've learned&lt;br /&gt;before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot this year. I have been forced to grow&lt;br /&gt;in ways I never thought i would, but it's good. &lt;br /&gt;I've figured out what is truly important to me and what I &lt;br /&gt;shouldn't stress about. I'm learning how to remember that&lt;br /&gt;each day brings new opportunities and challenges. I'm &lt;br /&gt;finding out what I truly want to do with my life, where I&lt;br /&gt;want to end up, and that I may never reach those goals &lt;br /&gt;because life often throws us around without our permission. &lt;br /&gt;I now understand the importance of a few carefree days &lt;br /&gt;now and then, and the healing power of friend-nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friends have been there through all the insane&lt;br /&gt;events of this year. Chanel is back in Muncie (yay!); Erin&lt;br /&gt;is being shipped to New York for an internship; Corrina is&lt;br /&gt;in London (lucky!!) for a theatre internship, too. Mo is &lt;br /&gt;still in Muntucky along with Hailey, Joyce (who travels&lt;br /&gt;back and forth between Indy and here), along with all the&lt;br /&gt;other friends in my life. I'm grateful that I have so many&lt;br /&gt;amazing friends to lean on in times of heartache, growth,&lt;br /&gt;and hardship. They also know how to party it up when&lt;br /&gt;things are going well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this next school year teaches me new things about&lt;br /&gt;myself, my friends, and my future. Guess I'll find out soon!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a good summer, even better school year, and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-4320563915169762994?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4320563915169762994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=4320563915169762994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4320563915169762994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4320563915169762994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2009/05/much-needed-update.html' title='Much-needed update'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-952777505179233586</id><published>2008-04-12T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T01:32:36.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'll Understand...</title><content type='html'>When/why life is so crazy one day. &lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'll speculate. ....&lt;br /&gt;allow me to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my first night at my&lt;br /&gt;new job (yay!). Had loads of fun &lt;br /&gt;during the hectic moments, those&lt;br /&gt;are the moments I live for in life,&lt;br /&gt;but I came home and passed out&lt;br /&gt;by 11:30...........and work up at 3:45&lt;br /&gt;to venture to campus to stand in line&lt;br /&gt;and see Barack Obama. :D&lt;br /&gt;Insane, yes. &lt;br /&gt;I'm tired as can be. My eyes won't stop&lt;br /&gt;watering, yet I know  somehow I'm not&lt;br /&gt;going to regret seeing a potential &lt;br /&gt;president speak. It's informative. It's my&lt;br /&gt;right to be an informed voter. It's democracy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Years from now I know I'll look back on&lt;br /&gt;this blog and realize these little moments &lt;br /&gt;of doing big things is what makes life worth&lt;br /&gt;living. &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-952777505179233586?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/952777505179233586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=952777505179233586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/952777505179233586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/952777505179233586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-ill-understand.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll Understand...'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-6267275377549160152</id><published>2008-03-15T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:29:17.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All this time coming...</title><content type='html'>So, I finally called Pop today. It felt good to hear his&lt;br /&gt;voice. I can't explain the rush of emotions that hit&lt;br /&gt;me. It was like having a piece of you restored.  &lt;br /&gt;However this whole time I expected him to call me &lt;br /&gt;and fix things. Grandma's the one who broke us &lt;br /&gt;apart. He took her side. Why is it always this way &lt;br /&gt;in life? But then it fell apart. As quickly as it came &lt;br /&gt;together Grandma ruined it. She basically tore me &lt;br /&gt;apart in ways that no one has...which is hard to do &lt;br /&gt;because she has torn me apart once before and many &lt;br /&gt;others have given me my fair share of scars.  I don't &lt;br /&gt;know where this is going to lead. All I know is that I &lt;br /&gt;have to trust God to fix things. I can't deal with it. I'm &lt;br /&gt;far too weak. I broke down during my short convo&lt;br /&gt;with her so I know that I won't be able to work things&lt;br /&gt;out when the worst of it hits. Oh well. Things always&lt;br /&gt;work out in some way or other. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is officially over. No more relaxing and&lt;br /&gt;wasting time. There are things to be finished, grades&lt;br /&gt;to earn, and jobs to find. Here comes spring with all&lt;br /&gt;its own issues. (Most of which I gladly welcome). &lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll see where this season leads me, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the phrase goes, "Carry on, keep on dancing."&lt;br /&gt;No matter what comes in my way I have to move through&lt;br /&gt;life and pursue happiness and strive for excellence. &lt;br /&gt;Strength is gained only when things  are broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-6267275377549160152?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6267275377549160152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=6267275377549160152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/6267275377549160152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/6267275377549160152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-this-time-coming.html' title='All this time coming...'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-913684179351037243</id><published>2008-02-11T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T17:38:48.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LLL</title><content type='html'>Love's Labour's Lost opens this Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;(aka Valentine's Day.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty stoked.&lt;br /&gt;The set, costumes, lights, and everything&lt;br /&gt;is gorgeous. Honestly, it took my breath&lt;br /&gt;away the first time I saw it all. I want to &lt;br /&gt;live in Fraggle Rock. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note on life: I'm busy, as usual, but it's almost&lt;br /&gt;all over now. Only a couple of weeks of shows,&lt;br /&gt;a couple more rehearsals, and then I'm free&lt;br /&gt;again. Life won't be the same. I need something&lt;br /&gt;to keep me busy/productive.&lt;br /&gt;I need theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Mucho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's snowing. It's pretty, but cold. I don't&lt;br /&gt;dig the wind and cold but the snow is delightful&lt;br /&gt;to look at. Maybe I'll get to play in it for a few &lt;br /&gt;minutes tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, acting class is really pushing me out of my&lt;br /&gt;comfort zone. I don't like that. It scares me to&lt;br /&gt;be open and completely honest with a class of&lt;br /&gt;16 or so. Especially with some strangers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be cruel, but I just don't open&lt;br /&gt;my heart up to the world. I've done it in the past&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts. So, this "I Should Have Said" monologue&lt;br /&gt;might be kinda hard. I changed the topic. I've let&lt;br /&gt;loose of all my thoughts and I'm being completely &lt;br /&gt;honest. No pretty mask, no tape to hold it together. &lt;br /&gt;It is what it is, and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ironically, as I'm writing the last portion of&lt;br /&gt;the blog (see above) Rufus Wainwright, "Nobody's&lt;br /&gt;Off the Hook" comes on the radio. Gosh. I guess&lt;br /&gt;it's a sign from God that he can't run from his &lt;br /&gt;choice, past, and loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that means I'm not either though. I should&lt;br /&gt;probably call him and tell him what I think of him.&lt;br /&gt;His lies, stupidity, and cowardliness. I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;he claims that he doesn't remember my number.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. It's been the same for 20 years. It's not&lt;br /&gt;that easy to forget numbers. I remember my friends'&lt;br /&gt;numbers from middle school, friends that I haven't&lt;br /&gt;talked to in years. Maybe I lied; this project might be&lt;br /&gt;hard, but I should be looking forward to it. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;A catharsis could be useful right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. Thanks Corrina for being strong and going today.&lt;br /&gt;You are def one strong lady, no matter what you might&lt;br /&gt;say/think, and you deserve diamonds and the stars. &lt;br /&gt;When you find the guy that will give you those, you'll know&lt;br /&gt;he's the one. Never forget that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's loads of things on my mind but not enough&lt;br /&gt;time to divulge them here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-913684179351037243?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/913684179351037243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=913684179351037243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/913684179351037243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/913684179351037243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2008/02/lll.html' title='LLL'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-4415951969157522813</id><published>2008-01-20T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:23:49.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Why not fill everyone in on life?&lt;br /&gt;Life is going pretty well. I'm busy,&lt;br /&gt;as usual, but I love what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. There are so many &lt;br /&gt;opportunities opening up and it's&lt;br /&gt;amazing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things go well for the show.&lt;br /&gt;So far the show is going well. It's&lt;br /&gt;hilarious. :D People should come  &lt;br /&gt;and experience the wonderful&lt;br /&gt;world of William  (Shakespeare).&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited! Only a few more weeks&lt;br /&gt;until opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that life never&lt;br /&gt;gives you a definite answer to anything.&lt;br /&gt;You are left out on the outskirts of &lt;br /&gt;what might be the answer but you just&lt;br /&gt;have to leap and believe what you are&lt;br /&gt;doing is right for you at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;Life is all chance.  It's insanity. It's &lt;br /&gt;beautiful. I'm ready to jump in and&lt;br /&gt;see where it takes me next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so inspired right now that&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do with myself. &lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what has brought this&lt;br /&gt;upon me. God. I want to go do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the moment: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fall in love or fall in hate. &lt;br /&gt;Get inspired or be depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Ace a test or flunk a class.&lt;br /&gt;Make babies or make art.&lt;br /&gt;Speak the truth or lie and cheat.&lt;br /&gt;Dance on tables or sit in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Life is divine chaos.  Embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive yourself. Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy the ride..."&lt;br /&gt;--Solbeam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote is amazing. Love it.  &lt;br /&gt;Apply it to your life in some way.&lt;br /&gt;Or just think about it. You never&lt;br /&gt;know where that thought might &lt;br /&gt;lead you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-4415951969157522813?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4415951969157522813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=4415951969157522813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4415951969157522813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4415951969157522813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2008/01/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-4749653147226994926</id><published>2008-01-08T17:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:53:13.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monologue...</title><content type='html'>While writing this, I used many different instances, some of &lt;br /&gt;mine and some of my friends', for inspiration.  I'm sure more&lt;br /&gt;will come in time. Here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, I'm scared.  Don't you see that's why I've pushed you &lt;br /&gt;away?  It's not because you are gay.  I'm petrified of this&lt;br /&gt;world, people and even myself.  For the past two years I've&lt;br /&gt;kept quiet about everything, never showing how sad, scared, &lt;br /&gt;and upset I was. Everyone I've loved has died or left me; I've &lt;br /&gt;been left alone and I don't know how to care anymore.  I'm &lt;br /&gt;scared I will hurt you or someone else.  I think I might ruin &lt;br /&gt;your life and mine.  I wonder what will happen if I ruin &lt;br /&gt;everything we have.  I hate myself for it.  I've forgotten how &lt;br /&gt;to go into the world and see it with open eyes.  Everything's &lt;br /&gt;black and evil to me.  I don't see NYC as a city of uniqueness, &lt;br /&gt;but a pit of lies, disease, and poverty.  Everywhere I look I see &lt;br /&gt;billboards with skinny, happy models that could never &lt;br /&gt;understand what it's like watching two of your best friends &lt;br /&gt;waste away from AIDS, a mother who chose drugs over you, &lt;br /&gt;and an ex-lover-turned psycho.  Everyone's dying around us. &lt;br /&gt;That's the world I see when I look outiside.  I no longer see it &lt;br /&gt;with artist's eyes. That's why I'm terrified.  I'm scared of what &lt;br /&gt;I've become.  Nick, I love you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think if you would like..and be brutally honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-4749653147226994926?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4749653147226994926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=4749653147226994926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4749653147226994926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4749653147226994926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2008/01/monologue.html' title='Monologue...'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-8688585968224393248</id><published>2008-01-05T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:39:43.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every time we touch...</title><content type='html'>So, I've had a pretty interesting break. &lt;br /&gt;I've met new people (Bobby), done&lt;br /&gt;things I told myself I'd never do (became&lt;br /&gt;a gamer with Guitar Hero, sang Karaoke),&lt;br /&gt;and decided to stay true to myself, not to &lt;br /&gt;settle or hold back, and always stay &lt;br /&gt;close to my friends and family. These are&lt;br /&gt;the infamous New Year's resolutions that&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stick with. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to see what this year has&lt;br /&gt;in store for me. I have a feeling the play&lt;br /&gt;is going to rock. :D (Opens Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;so bring your date or love. :D) I hope this&lt;br /&gt;year proves to be an amazing one. If you&lt;br /&gt;are reading this, try to make it a great one.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a great one, I will too. It's how&lt;br /&gt;the world works? maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow marks the first day of rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;after a glorious Christmas Break. Stay classy,&lt;br /&gt;Muntucky. Stay classy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-8688585968224393248?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8688585968224393248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=8688585968224393248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/8688585968224393248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/8688585968224393248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2008/01/every-time-we-touch.html' title='Every time we touch...'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-7500805385536088791</id><published>2007-12-28T07:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:33:28.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesecake does that to people</title><content type='html'>So, me and the "gang" went to see I Am Legend  last night&lt;br /&gt;and it's slightly depressing. It reminded me of Human&lt;br /&gt;Faustus just because it focuses on viral vectors and  the&lt;br /&gt;possibility to cure disease with  a potentially dangerous&lt;br /&gt;virus...however, as always, it backfires. People go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;There is blood, death, and insanity. I would recommend&lt;br /&gt;it if you are into the scientific kind of movies or suspense-&lt;br /&gt;thrillers.  Otherwise, steer clear of  it. You'll only cry.&lt;br /&gt;But if you decide to go, you are guaranteed to  have fun &lt;br /&gt;with the friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty excited right now. I just have a feeling that&lt;br /&gt;things are going to work out this year. I don't know how I&lt;br /&gt;can  feel at ease...maybe it's my friends, or the weather,&lt;br /&gt;or even music, but there is an easiness within me. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I really like where things are going. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to yet another great day. Just  wanted everyone&lt;br /&gt;to know that life is going very well at the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-7500805385536088791?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7500805385536088791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=7500805385536088791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/7500805385536088791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/7500805385536088791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/cheesecake-does-that-to-people.html' title='Cheesecake does that to people'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-4845520428624906616</id><published>2007-12-20T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:09:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La di da...</title><content type='html'>I'm in love. As usual. This time I love the soulful&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson. *sigh* After a fun-filled, fast-paced&lt;br /&gt;day-o-shopping with the girls, I am relaxing in  &lt;br /&gt;the pjs with a cup of coffee..listening to my &lt;br /&gt;new-found lover. I'm really happy with life right&lt;br /&gt;now...it could always be better, as it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'll stay content with the easiness of this&lt;br /&gt;moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thank God for music and shopping. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-4845520428624906616?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4845520428624906616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=4845520428624906616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4845520428624906616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4845520428624906616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-di-da.html' title='La di da...'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-1391980361472183773</id><published>2007-12-19T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T06:29:14.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year older...</title><content type='html'>and this year's birthday rocked. &lt;br /&gt;I had loads of fun with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;There were only a few bumps in&lt;br /&gt;the road...such as drama being&lt;br /&gt;started...but you know, as bad as&lt;br /&gt;it hurts, I have to get over it  at&lt;br /&gt;some point. So, my birthday took&lt;br /&gt;the place of the idiotic drama. :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, we filled the insane void with&lt;br /&gt;some amazing Jonathan Larson &lt;br /&gt;music: aka RENT and Tick Tick Boom.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and chinese and fazoli's. &lt;br /&gt;And 19 is no different than 18. It's&lt;br /&gt;just another birthday to look forward&lt;br /&gt;to and once it arrives, realize that life &lt;br /&gt;is full of dull birthdays and you are&lt;br /&gt;lucky to have five fun ones after the &lt;br /&gt;age of 14. :D I'm a bit jaded I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast there are four more amazing&lt;br /&gt;birthdays to go. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-1391980361472183773?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/1391980361472183773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=1391980361472183773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/1391980361472183773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/1391980361472183773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-year-older.html' title='Another year older...'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-3765856789664030425</id><published>2007-12-14T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T19:11:58.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Pt. Duex</title><content type='html'>In response to the blog I posted earlier today, M. Night &lt;br /&gt;Shyamalan and Tim Burton might be two of my &lt;br /&gt;favorite directors. Watching both of the geniuses work &lt;br /&gt;today reminded me just how amazing their movies are.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my generation produces equally talented directors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so the world knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-3765856789664030425?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3765856789664030425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=3765856789664030425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/3765856789664030425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/3765856789664030425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-pt-duex.html' title='Love Pt. Duex'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-3468742010654185448</id><published>2007-12-14T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:22:15.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>Is it bad that I'm in a wierd situation&lt;br /&gt;yet again  with my grandparents? My&lt;br /&gt;mom had to get Pop a birthday gift, &lt;br /&gt;so now Gma and Pop are going to come&lt;br /&gt;over on my birthday to deliver one for&lt;br /&gt;me and maybe Mom. Gosh. I don't want&lt;br /&gt;to deal with this. Ek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I love being lazy once in a while....&lt;br /&gt;like once every six months. So, I'm&lt;br /&gt;camping out at home all day, watching&lt;br /&gt;great movies, and relaxing. :D I live for&lt;br /&gt;having movie days/nights. I'm listening &lt;br /&gt;Amos Lee, the world is beautiful, and my &lt;br /&gt;mom and I are going to be alone at  &lt;br /&gt;la casa until 4:00. That means tons of tea, &lt;br /&gt;sweat pants, slippers, fleece blankies, and&lt;br /&gt;a movie marathon. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; I love movies! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can get some friends together at&lt;br /&gt;someone's  house and continue the&lt;br /&gt;world's longest movie marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling i'll forget my petty little &lt;br /&gt;problems in life today. I love when  that&lt;br /&gt;happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; End. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-3468742010654185448?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3468742010654185448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=3468742010654185448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/3468742010654185448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/3468742010654185448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-8510208087592994373</id><published>2007-12-11T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:10:30.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapstick, Chapped Lips and Things Like Chemistry</title><content type='html'>"And you promised me (that you believe)&lt;br /&gt;in time I will defeat this&lt;br /&gt;'Cause somewhere in me, there is strength"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. This is potent stuff. Someone believes that&lt;br /&gt;I can actually make it through things....that &lt;br /&gt;little ol' me has some spark of strength deep down.&lt;br /&gt;This is comforting. If God believes that, then who&lt;br /&gt;am I to doubt? You know? Maybe I can make it &lt;br /&gt;through anything. (With help though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song doesn't really apply to me right now but&lt;br /&gt;as of a few months ago this song could narrate my&lt;br /&gt;life. I realized that I am a person, with countless&lt;br /&gt;weaknesses, and a few strengths.  I can't stand on&lt;br /&gt;my own. No one can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is staring at me. I think I shall move&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Moon to face another wall. O.o&lt;br /&gt;(Corrina and I went halfsies on an auction last night &lt;br /&gt;and I took the moon  while she took the sun from &lt;br /&gt;Three Cuckholds. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight was glorious. I love to just hang out with&lt;br /&gt;the friends in a relaxed setting. Christy and the SMs&lt;br /&gt;are amazing. Plus, I enjoy holiday parties. I'm really &lt;br /&gt;happy to be where I am in my life. I wouldn't  &lt;br /&gt;change it for the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Sam is back from boot camp! &lt;3 I've missed him&lt;br /&gt;so much. A girl can only go a short time without her&lt;br /&gt;original SM bud by her side before life kicks her in &lt;br /&gt;the face. He came over today and I was speechless,&lt;br /&gt;which is truly odd. He's amazing. I hope that life &lt;br /&gt;treats him well. Sam, keep being good Sammy Sam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chapstick, Chapped Lips And Things..." ha! I soooo&lt;br /&gt;remember this song from like sophomore year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrina totally informed me that there shall be a Theatre&lt;br /&gt;Dept. Prom this year. Guess who got her beautiful &lt;br /&gt;non-prom-dress today? Oh yesh, your favorite Minda.&lt;br /&gt;Now for a date. hmph. Oh well, things will work out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the perfect end to a perfect day:  a good long&lt;br /&gt;cuddling session with my new penguin blankie and a &lt;br /&gt;good long slumber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-8510208087592994373?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/8510208087592994373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=8510208087592994373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/8510208087592994373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/8510208087592994373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/chapstick-chapped-lips-and-things-like.html' title='Chapstick, Chapped Lips and Things Like Chemistry'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-4003804264445128727</id><published>2007-12-08T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T08:21:52.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>This poem got me to thinking this morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philip Larkin - Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange to know nothing, never to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Of what is true or right or real,&lt;br /&gt;But forced to qualify or so I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Or Well, it does seem so:&lt;br /&gt;Someone must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange to be ignorant of the way things work:&lt;br /&gt;Their skill at finding what they need,&lt;br /&gt;Their sense of shape, and punctual spread of seed,&lt;br /&gt;And willingness to change;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is strange,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even to wear such knowledge - for our flesh&lt;br /&gt;Surrounds us with its own decisions -&lt;br /&gt;And yet spend all our life on imprecisions,&lt;br /&gt;That when we start to die&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is ignorant in some way.  Life is just&lt;br /&gt;figuring out one thing at a time.  We're all on&lt;br /&gt;the same  page, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-4003804264445128727?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/4003804264445128727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=4003804264445128727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4003804264445128727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/4003804264445128727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-39105113212777909</id><published>2007-12-07T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T03:27:54.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the brightest starts.</title><content type='html'>It has snowed again. The sky has not merely spitted a few  flakes here&lt;br /&gt;and there, however.  The sky opened up it's snow vault and threw up&lt;br /&gt;on Muncie. So far, we've receieved  4 inches. There's more to come.&lt;br /&gt;Snow. I know what I'm doing tonight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOWANGELS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or snowmen. If the snow packs well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-39105113212777909?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/39105113212777909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=39105113212777909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/39105113212777909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/39105113212777909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-of-brightest-starts.html' title='One of the brightest starts.'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-6976148356360976265</id><published>2007-12-05T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:05:30.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and sit in the snow.</title><content type='html'>As the world knows, I despise the snow; however, Keaton made me think today. &lt;br /&gt;While walking to my English class, I realized that no matter how I look at the world,&lt;br /&gt;the natural wonders are truly beautiful.  I looked around and gained a new appreciation&lt;br /&gt;for the snow.  Granted, I still don't love it, I appreciate it for being beautiful. I guess you&lt;br /&gt;could say I stopped and looked at the snow.  I've been in a great mood ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe people should walk slower in life...check out the snow, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just making ya think.  Or, rather, I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-6976148356360976265?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/6976148356360976265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=6976148356360976265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/6976148356360976265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/6976148356360976265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/stop-and-sit-in-snow.html' title='Stop and sit in the snow.'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-7994899981089591987</id><published>2007-12-04T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T12:35:04.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Of class. Wow. I've come so far in the past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I never realized just how fast time does fly in college.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because we are all young. &lt;br /&gt;I like it. &lt;br /&gt;Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in an exceptionally good mood. I'm relaxing to my&lt;br /&gt;music, dressed warm, and ready to tackle the last&lt;br /&gt;few days of class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English went well yesterday. I learned about Japanese &lt;br /&gt;theatre in Aesthetics, and I really am intrigued by it. My &lt;br /&gt;secret santa (s.s.) had a huge cup  of coffee delivered to &lt;br /&gt;me during Aesthetics. Rehearsals start tonight. Everything is &lt;br /&gt;fresh again.  Life is good. I'm not tampering with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the strength to finish the worst paper &lt;br /&gt;in the history of man. I finally finished my family &lt;br /&gt;biography paper last night. I've been wrestling with&lt;br /&gt;some of the issues that exist in my family now. I can't&lt;br /&gt;find the answers alone. I wish I could travel back in&lt;br /&gt;time and save my parents all the heartache they &lt;br /&gt;experienced. But, alas, I cannot. Their issues created&lt;br /&gt;their personalities. I'm just realizing that I never want&lt;br /&gt;to inflict pain on anyone I love. Intentionally, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why God is there: for our stupid moments. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get ready for Stage Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-7994899981089591987?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7994899981089591987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=7994899981089591987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/7994899981089591987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/7994899981089591987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-tuesday.html' title='The Last Tuesday'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-2531107881242406820</id><published>2007-12-03T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T05:44:59.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And here we go again...another week.</title><content type='html'>So, I have to give an oral presentation on Stage Management &lt;br /&gt;today in English. :( I don't know how I'm feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;I love  SM-ing but people in this class are not going to&lt;br /&gt;understand it. There  is so much that I've been through during&lt;br /&gt;the past five years that I can't  begin to  explain the  adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;rush I get from running a show, fixing a problem during a &lt;br /&gt;performance, and just being in the moment. Oh well. I'm going &lt;br /&gt;to make the most of it. I'll have fun looking like an idiot. &lt;br /&gt;It's what I do best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the annual theatre department Holiday Party. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty excited. Maybe it's because I'm naive, or maybe &lt;br /&gt;because I just love the end of the first semester, but I'm truly&lt;br /&gt;excited. I even hate the Christmas season but I'm looking forward&lt;br /&gt;to a Christmas Party. ((I sound like an old person, getting excited&lt;br /&gt;over a holiday party.)) Maybe I'll get in the holiday spirit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly sad that grandma isn't  talking to me. She is blaming&lt;br /&gt;it all on me, saying that she never told anyone that she was done&lt;br /&gt;with me....however,  I heard her say it herself. I just wish I could&lt;br /&gt;tell her that I'm not a bad person, I didn't do a thing to her, heck,&lt;br /&gt;I even helped her and  Pop as much as I could....but yet I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;that is shot down (along with my mom, dad, and brother). As &lt;br /&gt;evil as it sounds, I don't  miss her. Not yet. I've went longer without&lt;br /&gt;speaking to her. I just want to know that she's happy without us.&lt;br /&gt;The logic doesn't  make sense but it's what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll all work itself out. Life has a way of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-2531107881242406820?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/2531107881242406820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=2531107881242406820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/2531107881242406820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/2531107881242406820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-here-we-go-againanother-week.html' title='And here we go again...another week.'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-7433589229399967710</id><published>2007-12-02T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:55:32.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Look to the Sky</title><content type='html'>Here's a short excerpt from one of my&lt;br /&gt;favorite songs by Train.  The song seems&lt;br /&gt;to uplift my spirits when all else seems to&lt;br /&gt;fail. It reminds me that I'm never alone and&lt;br /&gt;if I keep believing, I  can do anything. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I look to the sky &lt;br /&gt;something tells me you’re here with me&lt;br /&gt;And you make everything alright &lt;br /&gt;When I feel like I’m lost &lt;br /&gt;something tells me you’re here with me&lt;br /&gt;And I can always find my way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'm up or down or in or out &lt;br /&gt;or just plain overhead&lt;br /&gt;Instead it just feels like it is impossible to fly&lt;br /&gt;But with you I can spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;to see me over everything &lt;br /&gt;that life may send me when I am hoping it won’t pass me by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like there is no one &lt;br /&gt;that will ever know me&lt;br /&gt;there you are to show me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-7433589229399967710?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/7433589229399967710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=7433589229399967710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/7433589229399967710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/7433589229399967710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-i-look-to-sky.html' title='When I Look to the Sky'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861465303845790975.post-3259882059472792492</id><published>2007-12-01T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T16:15:58.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, this is where it begins.</title><content type='html'>I finally gave into the craze and decided to start blogging&lt;br /&gt;my life adventures (or lack thereof.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have quite a bit on my mind, as usual. I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;it's possible to cram so much into a mind, but it's there...&lt;br /&gt;and it doesn't want to leave me alone. This "stuff" seems&lt;br /&gt;to evade my everyday life; from listening to music to talking&lt;br /&gt;to someone about the moon, my mind reminds me that&lt;br /&gt;there is something else creeping to my memory...right now&lt;br /&gt;it's all nostalgic; well kinda. I'm reminiscing about the simple&lt;br /&gt;life just a year ago. Granted life wasn't that easy a year ago,&lt;br /&gt;I surely didn't think so much. College has challenged me &lt;br /&gt;in infinite ways just by introducing me to astounding people.&lt;br /&gt;The new ideas, conversations, and discussions I have taken&lt;br /&gt;part in have really changed who I am, which isn't bad. I  &lt;br /&gt;often find myself wondering how I have grown in the past &lt;br /&gt;year, how I am affecting other people's lives, and what&lt;br /&gt;the meaning of it is.  Why did God place me where I am today?&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason. Maybe I'm not meant to know, but I&lt;br /&gt;can still ponder, right? Oh well. I'm young. I'll figure it out  &lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Tuesday, my life will be complete once again. I am &lt;br /&gt;beginning Love's Labour's Lost. :D I love Shakespeare, theatre,&lt;br /&gt;interacting with people, and stage managing so all shall be&lt;br /&gt;amazing. The week after that I'll be free from classes, &lt;br /&gt;another year older, and ready for Christmas again. Life is&lt;br /&gt;flying past me at full speed. I hope I can keep up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to see what happens next semester.&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7861465303845790975-3259882059472792492?l=mabeaty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/feeds/3259882059472792492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7861465303845790975&amp;postID=3259882059472792492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/3259882059472792492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7861465303845790975/posts/default/3259882059472792492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mabeaty.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-this-is-where-it-begins.html' title='So, this is where it begins.'/><author><name>Minda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811951905411670533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iqBw-7a1LzQ/R8S6jZNIJxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HRFHF-qo-ig/S220/Photo+3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
