<?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-2390119224653435750</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:51:09.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing Ships and Sealing Wax</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390119224653435750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LittleMissMoonshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00613277191200760259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKdVvhOxJ50/TBJYI_Wff5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5Qj27_mzZYc/S220/091653.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390119224653435750.post-1415695772791894759</id><published>2010-06-11T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:52:06.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids Don't Stand a Chance</title><content type='html'>Goodmorning Darlings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I find myself listening to Vampire Weekend, Spoon, and Tegan and Sarah.  So, that shall be our soundtrack for the morning. Good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday I flew home to visit me wee kid brother for his birthday.  I really enjoy getting to sit next to strangers.  I sat in between two middle aged business men, and they were both wonderfully delightful.  The one on my left was the most friendly and we began talking immediatly about our favorite cities.  Suddenly, he looked at me and with a smile on his face asked "So, are you going here on business?"  My heart stopped completely...he thought I looked old enough to be doing BUSINESS!!!  Wow!  So I smiled greatfully and said "No, I'm just visiting family." But thank you for thinking I was capable of doing business! So, this is a big deal for someone who is frequently asked how highschool is going or "Wow, aren't you a bit young to have a debit card?"  So, put that in your pipe world...somebody somewhere thinks I look old and business capable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw a few good films this week.  Please Give, The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus, and Shrek Four. Don't judge unless you have seen them.  It really drives me up the wall people make a conclusion about something's quality before they have given it a proper chance.  Please Give was a wonderful film just about life.  Most people in theater didn't like it because it didn't allow them to escape reality, rather it forced us to face existence head on, and it wasn't trying to provide some deeply philosophical answer to life.  So, because of those things I don't think it was very appealing to most people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,sorry to abruptly end but my brother has awakened from his slumber and since I came here for him, I'm going to go spend time with him. Here's typing at you kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390119224653435750-1415695772791894759?l=sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com/feeds/1415695772791894759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids-dont-stand-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390119224653435750/posts/default/1415695772791894759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390119224653435750/posts/default/1415695772791894759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids-dont-stand-chance.html' title='The Kids Don&apos;t Stand a Chance'/><author><name>LittleMissMoonshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00613277191200760259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKdVvhOxJ50/TBJYI_Wff5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5Qj27_mzZYc/S220/091653.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2390119224653435750.post-8758485084001118560</id><published>2010-06-07T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:41:45.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of Things</title><content type='html'>Joni Mitchell says, "I don't know who I am But you know life is for learning."So, if Joni says it I guess maybe there's something to it? &lt;br /&gt;   That's what this blog is for...questions.  Silly questions, funny questions, honest questions, school questions, dull questions, and every other type of question.  I want a place to be honest.  I have looked and looked far and wide and it seems like the only place for me is a little bit of cyber.  So, here goes my adventure on voicing many different questions and thoughts.  It's gonna be messy, it's gonna be random, and at times it may even be grammatically and or politally incorrect.  Are you ready? I'm not. Here goes...the start of my random thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;     To begin, I frequently get told that I look like Michelle Obama.  I'm not sure if this is something that I like or not...especially when the subjects telling me this are texans who are more than likely republican and more than likely greatly dislike our first lady because she is married to Obama.  So...sometimes I feel a little like the short Russian man who gets told by a capitalist that he looks like Stalin.  This leads me to my first public question: What are me and the russian man supposed to do with this information? &lt;br /&gt;     Next, sometimes, I wish that someone would just lie with me in the grass and look at the clouds with me.  There are so many stories up there.  I frequently see turtles walking around up there in the sky.  Well, actually I sort of think they are on invisible mopeds because they are moving very fast...much faster than they would be if they were just walking. &lt;br /&gt;   Lastly, when one is texting a guy about whether or not he is seriously interested in you or is just playing around with your excuse of a heart....never give the guy the option of "or you could just not respond if you don't feel comfortable about talking about it right now"...because he will take that option.  So, anyway, my heart is not exactly broken from my experience with Clive (his fictional name) because I don't think it was whole enough to break in the first place. No, I think that I experienced a deep sorrow awhile ago, and so now I'm just sort of coasting through the cares of life.  I feel rather empty to be honest.  Whoa! Holy emo chick batman!  Did I just get way to honest on this? Yes, yes I do believe I did.  Well, I'm going to go because this is turning into a painfully indulgent blog and holy crap why is Zoe from Firefly on GOSSIP GIRL??? This goes to show, that we all are capable of falling.  *moment of silence*.  Okay this nonsense is ending right now.  I hope to write something much more interesting next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight my darlings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Moonshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2390119224653435750-8758485084001118560?l=sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com/feeds/8758485084001118560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com/2010/06/beginning-of-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390119224653435750/posts/default/8758485084001118560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2390119224653435750/posts/default/8758485084001118560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sailingshipsandsealingwax.blogspot.com/2010/06/beginning-of-things.html' title='The Beginning of Things'/><author><name>LittleMissMoonshine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00613277191200760259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKdVvhOxJ50/TBJYI_Wff5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5Qj27_mzZYc/S220/091653.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
