<?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-4602992544086796426</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:15:03.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meridith Manula</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-669259953232577267</id><published>2010-02-02T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:09:39.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You may be right</title><content type='html'>But you're only right about one thing.&lt;br /&gt;yes, when i'm around them it's like starting from ground one. It rebuilds the memories, it gives me hope, it gives me the desire to push harder, to wake up again, to stay myself and not turn into a person that finds pleasure in nothing more than food, cigarettes, and the little computer in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Why is that wrong? How is that a problem?&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm no individual but if i'm not then why was a born by myself and not born as a parasite living inside "my host" I wake up, I used to wake up and rage, now I wake up in rage. It's a fight everyday between keeping true to myself when everyone here is against it or just giving up, falling into what you want. Then how much of an individual would I be?&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how far I'd go or how far they'd go for me, not the false unhappy me, then you'd change your perception. Until then keep thiking I'm weak, keep thinking I'll do nothing with my life, keep thinking my friends aren't as close as my family and don't treat me as such...&lt;br /&gt;13 months and counting for it to just be a bad memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-669259953232577267?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/669259953232577267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=669259953232577267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/669259953232577267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/669259953232577267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-may-be-right.html' title='You may be right'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-7382973194543483903</id><published>2010-01-20T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:57:22.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey guh, whatcho name is?</title><content type='html'>Now that i have a lot of time to think and more things to think about it's made me question my future alot more. I'm not too sure if i'll ever get married, but i guarantee i'm going to have a little boy one day. I was born knowing one day I'd be a mother and with the experiences with my mother now I can know one day i'm going to be a good mother. As for a good wife who knows? I've thought about relationships alot lately and nothing here fits. I've met tons of knew boys here but most of the ones I've met go to my school, that seems to be a problem. I don't think I could ever date much less marry someone that sits next to me in creative writing and plans on being a lawyer one day. What kind of life would I live with a man that sits behind a book all his life striving to have a corporate job behind a desk? The only way I could even stand to be in a relationship is with someone that's seen more than me and will help me see it all too. Don't get me wrong I'd love to have something one day that was so special that i could actually get married, but right now i'm just looking for friends, for people to talk to. I can't carry on a relationship with anyone back home while i'm here and it's not looking too promising with anyone here so maybe i'm just destined to have me my son and our animals when i grow up lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on another note things seem to be getting a little better at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-7382973194543483903?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/7382973194543483903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=7382973194543483903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7382973194543483903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7382973194543483903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-guh-whatcho-name-is.html' title='Hey guh, whatcho name is?'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-5937270849755989835</id><published>2009-12-23T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:26:33.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonnaroo 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i29.tinypic.com/2z3uk4l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 270px;" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2z3uk4l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. I want to go to several other but that one is pretty much ensured. This is gonna be great, no doubt :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-5937270849755989835?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/5937270849755989835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=5937270849755989835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/5937270849755989835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/5937270849755989835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/12/bonnaroo-10.html' title='Bonnaroo 2010'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/2z3uk4l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-1117876133750777776</id><published>2009-12-23T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:21:20.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good realization to come to when you figure out what it's all about; life is good</title><content type='html'>It's enough to wake up, the people and places and things we get are extras, the air in our lungs and the memories in our head are all that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I don't believe in just being alive, i want to live my life to the fullest. That still doesn't mean I should let myself get bummed out from the little negatives, it's all still a gift. I'd rather be alive and just in a mediocre mood than not being alive at all cause it's life we aren't guaranteed the next minute but if it's there then we have the ability to make it better and better. If i didn't feel like this the move away from my old life would've probably killed me now i'm just happy realizing i'm in a place with boundless oportunities. I can live, I can experience all kinds of things, and my friends are still right here in my heart from the time i wake up till i shut my eyes at night and then they just move into my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;life is good, no ifs ands or buts, be thankful for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-1117876133750777776?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/1117876133750777776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=1117876133750777776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1117876133750777776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1117876133750777776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-good-realization-to-come-to-when.html' title='It&apos;s a good realization to come to when you figure out what it&apos;s all about; life is good'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-7383891168157203905</id><published>2009-09-24T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:06:04.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow it never gets old.</title><content type='html'>turkey pot pies, cran grape, and the same group of people I'm with on the daily are the three things I can't seem to grow tired of.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't quite make sense how I can't stand to eat the same kind of cereal after one box is out because I like to switch it up, but I can go to the same place, do the same things, with the same people and I don't seem get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;These people know who they are and I'm so proud to have them as part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Being at the park at least 10 minutes a day does get a little old but when I see the same bright shining faces it makes it worth it. And even though when we're together we're always low on money, gas for our cars and i always get karate chopped by savvy being together negates those negatives and it's all just a great time :)&lt;br /&gt;basically, that sums up what i've been doing with my life lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-7383891168157203905?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/7383891168157203905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=7383891168157203905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7383891168157203905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7383891168157203905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/09/somehow-it-never-gets-old.html' title='Somehow it never gets old.'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-2926539449055211089</id><published>2009-07-31T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:45:36.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they love me, they love me not</title><content type='html'>It's hard to read people and their motives. If I wasn't so generous would I have the same friends? If I didn't care what people thought of me would I be the same as I am now? If I didn't let people walk all over me would I be considered a bitch? Would I have what I wanted if I didn't care quite as much about what everbody else wants?&lt;br /&gt;I surround myself with various people on a regular basis but how can you ever know what people really think and what is really going on in their minds? you can't. And for me that's so scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-2926539449055211089?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/2926539449055211089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=2926539449055211089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/2926539449055211089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/2926539449055211089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-love-me-they-love-me-not.html' title='they love me, they love me not'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-6581153018101532803</id><published>2009-07-23T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:10:30.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy to say that my life is about as good as it gets.</title><content type='html'>But it scares me half to death when i realize what makes it that way.&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for you and the things we do i'd have no reason to go on.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for what you've given me, the taste of life and death at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-6581153018101532803?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/6581153018101532803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=6581153018101532803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6581153018101532803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6581153018101532803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-happy-to-say-that-my-life-is-about.html' title='I&apos;m happy to say that my life is about as good as it gets.'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-6082532973743932006</id><published>2009-07-23T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:03:39.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you be so heartless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How could I be so gullible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known better. I should've been more aware of what I was getting into.&lt;br /&gt;The signs were there and I saw them, even took them into consideration, but STILL did the damage to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i'm tired of this. Don't get me wrong, i'm so happy. But, i want a different level of happiness. I want to do things and not have a clue what the outcome will be and not care either way. I'm a tough girl but it's begining to wear down and everyone has a breaking point so i can't keep opening up the same wounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-6082532973743932006?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/6082532973743932006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=6082532973743932006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6082532973743932006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6082532973743932006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html' title='How could you be so heartless?'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-7441510631708672616</id><published>2009-06-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:01:29.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear meridth,</title><content type='html'>If i could send myself a letter from now to a few months ago I would have so much to say. I've realized more in the past year than my many years of private school have taught me. The main thing that you need to know is just because someone is in your life they aren't necessarily your friend; just because someone is your friend doesn't mean they love you and will always be there for you; and just because someone loves you and is there for you doesn't mean they won't hurt you in the end. If I would've figured this out earlier it would've saved so many problems but i guess there are some things you need to learn from first hand experience. Another big thing is don't give up what you want for someone else but don't do something you want that is going to effect you in a bad way that makes others not want to be around you. I gave up my best friend for someone else and their lifestyle and by taking on those things i lost alot more than my best friend and gained alot more negative things. Now that I've realized that, I lost the lifestyle and the friend but gained a better perception of where i should be. I'm thankful for the people that were there in the beginning, they learned to love a person that i hated and now that i have become a person I'm happy with they don't really approve. I guess everyone entered my life at the wrong time. But everything happens for a reason, right? Well i guess the purpose for all of this was to teach me the difference between a real friend and an acquaintance and the difference between a good decision and a horrible one. I'm happy with where i am now, but looking back it's sad to see who i had to go through and what i had to do to get here. I apologize to the people I've hurt or let down on my way here but i guess that's just growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-7441510631708672616?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/7441510631708672616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=7441510631708672616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7441510631708672616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7441510631708672616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-meridth.html' title='dear meridth,'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-6318869118508436352</id><published>2009-05-26T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:10:37.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like 4th grade dodgeball and the team captains are playing rock, paper, scissors over me.</title><content type='html'>i don't understand why i have to choose between people or people and the things i like. This is like getting a daily lecture in preschool and they just keep repeating what they say day after day. I want more happy people surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;surrounding yourself with positive people brings a positive life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-6318869118508436352?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/6318869118508436352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=6318869118508436352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6318869118508436352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6318869118508436352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-like-4th-grade-dodgeball-and-team.html' title='It&apos;s like 4th grade dodgeball and the team captains are playing rock, paper, scissors over me.'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-6678492820756912</id><published>2009-05-21T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:34:26.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i would die for you, but i won't live for you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/ShXzCbuCcTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JPB5GA23mR0/s1600-h/sparrow__by_seemonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/ShXzCbuCcTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JPB5GA23mR0/s320/sparrow__by_seemonster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338440156443734322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone has to live for his or her life and then make the choice to share it with other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-6678492820756912?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/6678492820756912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=6678492820756912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6678492820756912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6678492820756912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-would-die-for-you-but-i-wont-live-for.html' title='&quot;i would die for you, but i won&apos;t live for you&quot;'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/ShXzCbuCcTI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JPB5GA23mR0/s72-c/sparrow__by_seemonster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-5035820472932037501</id><published>2009-05-19T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:36:29.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling into insanity</title><content type='html'>When I see homeless people sleeping in the park, walking down my street, or standing outside the mission the same thoughts always run through my head: where did they go wrong? what has there life been like? was it one bad decision that caused a snowball effect that changed the path of their success or have they always been at a disadvantage? The large majority of homeless people have a mental disorder whether they developed it from drug dependency or the mental strain of failing and living in the streets. Anyways, I feel more like those people sleeping on park benches everyday. I'm not homeless or living in poverty but I feel like my mental state is fading into something they could connect with. I'm not too familiar with mental illness, but maybe I should start doing some research. I'm not saying I am developing the mindset of a serial killer or anything that bizarre. I feel like it's more of a gift but at the same time it's an overbearing fear. I live in a dual world. From the moment I close my eyes I don't know where I'm going to be or if I'll know if my dreams are actually happening or not. Maybe it's not an illness, maybe it's just who I am, maybe it's my portal to my creativity and it allows me to delve into extreme scenarios and my wildest imaginations. I don't want to end up pushing everyone out of my life and being homeless but this is a side of me that's becoming more dominant with everytime I go to sleep. I'm fearful that this will keep me from being who I should be but from now on I'm going to have a positive outlook and say that this is helping me become myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-5035820472932037501?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/5035820472932037501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=5035820472932037501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/5035820472932037501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/5035820472932037501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/05/falling-into-insanity.html' title='Falling into insanity'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-3190867880984696107</id><published>2009-05-14T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:08:21.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perks of Being a Wallflower</title><content type='html'>Is definitely a great book, but it has nothing on my biography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get to work on my book again. The story line is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-3190867880984696107?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/3190867880984696107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=3190867880984696107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3190867880984696107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3190867880984696107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/05/perks-of-being-wallflower.html' title='The Perks of Being a Wallflower'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-2187768570369508189</id><published>2009-04-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:44:06.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God,</title><content type='html'>It seems like everything I do is never enough. My whole life I've been told that we all have our unique talents and gifts. Well, where are mine? The more I try to figure out who I am and where I should be in my life the more confused I get. There is Always someone better at everything so how can I ever feel like I'm doing enough? I try to think of my talents, but every time I think of something I'm decent at I just end up thinking of how bad I am compared to other people. Does anyone ever really come in first place? Because at some point in time either in the past or in the future there will always be someone that can run just a little bit faster or jump a little bit higher. The world is filled with so much unidentified talent. This is what makes me want to find something I'm a little better at to set the standards to a new high, even though there is someone out there or someone in the future that will do it better at least it will make those people trying to be number 1 shoot even higher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-2187768570369508189?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/2187768570369508189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=2187768570369508189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/2187768570369508189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/2187768570369508189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-god.html' title='Dear God,'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-8863698283592949498</id><published>2009-04-19T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:15:30.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do you know me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/99jbwm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/99jbwm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure for most people out there the answer is: Eh, not really that much.&lt;br /&gt;But to the people that know the things I will say before I say them, the exact weird unique thing I'm going to order at Starbucks, and exactly how I like my pizza. Then you'll know that we've really lost contact cause the truth is that the people i was closest to before are nowhere near as close to me as they are now. I'll give a little shout out to the people that have completely changed my life, friend or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with someone that most would consider my biggest enemy right now. John Bryant: You were my world, you were my everything, you knew me more than my future husband will probably know me. We sacrificed for each other and over 5 years of course we had our ups and downs but it looks like that's got the best of us now. I never expected that we would trade in all of that genuine friendship we had for whatever this is. I'm sure that if you read this you'll laugh, show it to your friends, and call me pathetic or something but it doesn't really matter to me. We've both made our mistakes and it's a part of growing up. But the nights and days we held onto each other through the accomplishments and the let downs, stood on our porches on the phone during tornadoes preaching to the people walking by, and even the petty fights that we would have over everything from big things to whether Cher or Madonna was god; they were the most life changing and memorable times of my 16 year old life. When I think of the last 5 years as a whole you're the first thing that comes to mind. When you told me that when we weren't talking you still wondered about me and everything, just know that i am in the same position now. I will always cherish what we had and maybe one day I'll be with you again going to see your sister in the middle of nowhere or even seeing your Tia Carmen in Cali, if not I'll always hold onto the memories of how it was. Thank you for making me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara Norman: I'll put you next, I've known you for the last 5 years too. Unfortunately it had a shaky start and even a pretty bad middle but really I knew that we'd always end up where we are. Though we hardly ever see each other or even talk much anymore whenever I do see you it's like picking up right where we left off. I feel so comfortable around you and honestly trust you more than pretty much anyone I know. You're so intelligent and you have everything so much more together than anyone else I know at this age. When I think of you I always see someone that's an inspiration, you seem fearless and so sure and set on your goals. I know that one day your amazing personality combined with you inner and outer beauty will take you so far and I really hope I'm in your life to see where it takes you. Thank you for giving me your loving support through the years, I know that I can rely on you and you're one of the most stable things I have. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Bogue: You became the biggest part of my life for quite a while there, even to the point it drove others away from me. I guess I could say that it was worth it. You taught me so much in a pretty short amount of time compared to some of the other people I've known for years. I felt some wonderful things like how such strong feelings could grow in a short amount of time and then I learned that those feelings don't necessarily go away when it's over. I learned to not be so vulnerable but i also learned that you'll be there for me when I need you. I'm really happy that you are still such an influential part of my life. I'm sorry for the pain and problems we put it each other through but without those things we wouldn't have been so close and that is why I'm thankful for every moment that you've been in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Smith: I know we barely talk anymore either but without your inspirational loving and caring friendship I wouldn't be where i am now. You and your family have been so nice to me for the past few years. I don't just see you as a friend; You are a best friend, a hero, an inspiration, a role model, and so much more. You kept me on track and never hesitated on correcting me when you knew I was wrong. I will always remember all the wonderful times we've had together. My fascination with your dad and uncle and our annual trick or treating along with your firm kindness to look out for me have helped sculpt me into the person I am today. I love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginda and Mrs.Vicki: I know you two read my blog from time to time so I'll have a shout out on here to the two of you as well. First of all both of you were like parental figures to me. Ginda, you always supported me and encouraged me in anything I wished to pursue. Mrs.Vicki, you treated me like your own child and opened your home to me like no one else has in my life. Both of you are out of my life now, but you'll both always be somewhere in my heart. If it's as simple as remembering the taste of Gindas delicious food or the fun memories I had in Atlanta, California, the floating cabins, or Tennessee with Mrs.Vicki and John. As much drama, lies, and complications that are going around right now it doesn't seem like any of us could have ever been as close as we were and we may never be that way again, but regardless you both impacted my life in a big way and though I may have disappointed you or continue to do so throughout my life just know that everything that either of you taught me and helped me with in my life is still appreciated. Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'll finish some more later but at the moment I'm at my grandparents on dial up Internet sooo I'll work on it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-8863698283592949498?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/8863698283592949498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=8863698283592949498' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/8863698283592949498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/8863698283592949498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='How well do you know me.'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/99jbwm_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-2647234887235051055</id><published>2009-04-19T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:15:00.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can i say?</title><content type='html'>Since the last time I posted almost everything has changed.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a working computer at the moment so to get on I have to get onto whoevers computer I can when I can.&lt;br /&gt;I recently turned sixteen and to my disappointment I didn't feel some huge physical and emotional change burst over me at the moment the clock turned to 12:00 on April 9th. I did take a step back as I blew out my candles and thought about the wishes, goals, and expectations I held for myself over this coming year. After a long weekend of eye opening events and the following weekend used as a time for reflection I began to see how my young life was folding out and the transformation from a mere child to a young adult wasn't as easy or pleasant as I had wished for. Through loosing the ones closest to me and having the people I saw as genuine friends completely change I've realized how important it is to separate the true friends from the "friends." I can hangout and party with people every weekend, but that doesn't define the person I am. It also doesn't mean that they are my best friends, that i trust them fully, or that they're going to be a part of my life for the rest of my life. I'm happy to see the people around me moving on to bigger and better things, and maybe I am the one that is moving on too but I do miss some things in my life. I pray daily for the strength to be optimistic, forgiving, and find myself and the right people to surround myself with. Hopefully over this next year I can do those things. Until those are complete I appreciate the positive support I get from the positive people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-2647234887235051055?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/2647234887235051055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=2647234887235051055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/2647234887235051055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/2647234887235051055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can i say?'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-6332306020512930895</id><published>2009-03-14T19:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:29:11.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...?</title><content type='html'>I'd never changed middle schools. I would have went to mountain gap and the grissom or Huntsville high. I would have never became friends with my best friends, I would have never started going to carousel and met all those people, and I wouldn't be anything like i am now. I'm not saying that my life would not have been good if I'd grown up that way, but it sure would be a lot different. I'm so happy with who I've become. It's not close to perfect but I'm getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;so if you're in my life I'm very thankful for you, whether you've impacted my entire life or we barely know each other.&lt;br /&gt;i love you all&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-6332306020512930895?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/6332306020512930895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=6332306020512930895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6332306020512930895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/6332306020512930895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-if.html' title='What if...?'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-1580511028863208469</id><published>2009-03-14T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:18:54.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>does true love really exist?</title><content type='html'>i need to know that it's possible for someone to stay in love forever.&lt;br /&gt;I personally think the only way a long term relationship or marriage will happily work is if both partners are in love the exact same amount.&lt;br /&gt;If the girl is in love with the boy but he isn't he will know he has WAY more control and she'll put more effort into the relationship than he does and he'll push her away to a certain extint and eventually she'll see what's happening and get tired of being a under so much control.&lt;br /&gt;If the boy is in love but the girl isn't it will be pretty much the same situation except the other way around. The girl will play the guy and make him feel like he isn't needed eventually, most of the time guys just don't show how much power women have over them besides the sexual control.&lt;br /&gt;I think that even a slight off balance in this can cause the relationship to go down hill because over time one of them is going to get tired of pretending or the other one will get tired of putting so much effort forth.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why i'm rambling about this i just need to realize that love is more complex than what meets the eye but not out of reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-1580511028863208469?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/1580511028863208469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=1580511028863208469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1580511028863208469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1580511028863208469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/03/does-true-love-really-exist.html' title='does true love really exist?'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-8684314012038494565</id><published>2009-03-10T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:13:48.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could truly hate someone...</title><content type='html'>it would be you, no doubt in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rip you apart one piece at a time.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you overdose, i hope you cry.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the drugs eat away your mind.&lt;br /&gt;the good and the bad will no longer reside in your memory&lt;br /&gt;your mind, a sphere, that just becomes your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;cold and alone is how you spend your old age&lt;br /&gt;thinking of the way things could've been changed.&lt;br /&gt;one day you'll regret it, you'll open your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;the person you could've turned out to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-8684314012038494565?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/8684314012038494565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=8684314012038494565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/8684314012038494565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/8684314012038494565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i-could-truly-hate-someone.html' title='if i could truly hate someone...'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-3455727987369545441</id><published>2009-03-07T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:32:07.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To make you feel for me how i feel for you, for a day, would blow you away, that's all i'm gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm VERY satisfied with the way things are going. The new years resolutions I made a few days ago are seeming to work out for the better. I find myself complaining alot less and finding more positives in the midst of all the negativity in this world. I've let go of so much that was holding me back. I'm more independant now and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss things, I miss my old close friends, I miss constant stability.&lt;br /&gt;I love the new me and the direction I'm heading in A LOT more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love everyone&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-3455727987369545441?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/3455727987369545441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=3455727987369545441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3455727987369545441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3455727987369545441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-make-you-feel-for-me-how-i-feel-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-8438817495933262594</id><published>2009-03-03T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:20:26.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way you make me feel</title><content type='html'>is like the best roller coaster i've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;But like all rides eventually you start to get a little motion sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what it was all about; I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew exactly what I was getting into; I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I expected it to be so much different; I underestimated it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-8438817495933262594?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/8438817495933262594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=8438817495933262594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/8438817495933262594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/8438817495933262594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/03/way-you-make-me-feel.html' title='the way you make me feel'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-1636470572542633554</id><published>2009-03-01T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:03:28.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dare to dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/Sas-TlJVjrI/AAAAAAAAACw/dOeobdDt26A/s1600-h/dare+to+dream"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/Sas-TlJVjrI/AAAAAAAAACw/dOeobdDt26A/s320/dare+to+dream" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308405091895971506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite post secret atm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-1636470572542633554?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/1636470572542633554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=1636470572542633554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1636470572542633554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1636470572542633554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/03/dare-to-dream.html' title='dare to dream'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/Sas-TlJVjrI/AAAAAAAAACw/dOeobdDt26A/s72-c/dare+to+dream' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-5635850578411776734</id><published>2009-03-01T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:24:13.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years resolutions just alittle late.</title><content type='html'>So i am aware that it is March 1st but who says you can't have new years resolutions in the middle of the year?&lt;br /&gt;the first couple months as most people know weren't that great but looking back knowing what i know now i would have changed my outlook on everything that was happening and i'm sure it would have been A LOT better, and that is what is leading me to my 2009 resoluions. The first major thing, i will stop having such a negative attitude towards everything (even if they aren't going exactly how i'd like). I will also solve problems in a calm manner, strive to be more optimistic, and work on my personal relationships with everyone around me. When i've been so down and whiny i didn't realize how self centered i became. Now that i've realized this i know that i have to move on with my life and try to better myself everyday. Everyone hears people say "don't live in the past" and i didn't see that's what i was doing but obviously it was and i will try to stop living that way. Everyday is a new day, and with every new day i have an opportuniy to be a better person than i was the day before. Just because i've had a pretty bad last two months doesn't mean that i can't make this year the best one of my life. That's what i plan on doing. I can't wait to see how everything turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-5635850578411776734?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/5635850578411776734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=5635850578411776734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/5635850578411776734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/5635850578411776734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-years-resolutions-just-alittle-late.html' title='New Years resolutions just alittle late.'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-2322912509130221881</id><published>2009-02-05T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:53:15.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices, choices, choices.</title><content type='html'>Lately i've noticed how one decision can mean the difference between a good day or a bad day, making a friend or loosing a friend, or completely changing your year. When I accept the fact that i was moving to atlanta and actually look for it, that changes. Now i'm still stuck here and i don't know where i'm going to school next year. I really hope for the best. Maybe 2009 won't be quite as bad as i thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-2322912509130221881?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/2322912509130221881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=2322912509130221881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/2322912509130221881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/2322912509130221881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/02/choices-choices-choices.html' title='Choices, choices, choices.'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-3125147572822448066</id><published>2009-01-11T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:46:45.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear 2008,</title><content type='html'>You weren't a wonderful year but I sure wouldn't mind having you back right about now. It's only been 09' for 11 days and i'm already wishing it would be over. I said this year would be a good year but so far it looks like that isn't going to happen. I've lost everything, all the stability in my life. I always said i would like to wake up and have no pattern but it's coming on too fast. I need something normal again. I want to be close to the people I used to be close to, I want to feel important and needed, and I want to be able to be optimistic. I've given up on wishing on 11:11 starting today apparently those haven't worked in a while. I wish that I could control people's emotions for a day to show the world how I feel. I want the late nights of 08' back, I want the days that I had no insecurities back, and most of all I want the closeness that I shared with everyone close to me.&lt;br /&gt;John Bryant has brought me through 08 through everything, that's all I need this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-3125147572822448066?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/3125147572822448066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=3125147572822448066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3125147572822448066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3125147572822448066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-2008.html' title='Dear 2008,'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-280242459693494168</id><published>2009-01-01T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:12:14.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09' here we go.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SV7eVfiWcyI/AAAAAAAAACY/Sw39cJ1RUxg/s1600-h/2138624381_d063d36645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SV7eVfiWcyI/AAAAAAAAACY/Sw39cJ1RUxg/s320/2138624381_d063d36645.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286907473403736866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's January 2nd and right now i'm pretty disappointed in the way this 09' is going so far. I feel like i've lost everything important that used to be close to me. The only truly important thing that i've gotten closer to is John Bryant, everything else has drifted away. I spent my new years eve taking my mother to a bar followed by a interesting night with John. The nights following and preceding that night were spent arguing with Will, ending in us breaking up. Honestly, this will turn out for the better. Hopefull this year will prove to be the best yet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QA7MOnyCZk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QA7MOnyCZk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-280242459693494168?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/280242459693494168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=280242459693494168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/280242459693494168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/280242459693494168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2009/01/09-here-we-go.html' title='09&apos; here we go.!'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SV7eVfiWcyI/AAAAAAAAACY/Sw39cJ1RUxg/s72-c/2138624381_d063d36645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-7041698072202189955</id><published>2008-12-30T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:48:40.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting about everything.</title><content type='html'>I honestly don't remember the last time i've been this annoyed with just everything this much.&lt;br /&gt;The way people are typing and spelling words and the stupid pictures people take seem like such a waste of time. We live in such a great age of technoligical advances and yet people waste everything we have. Instead of using the internet to spread propaganda why don't we use it to better ourselves with knowledge and share ideas on things with others. I feel like everything being right at our fingertips is ruining the personal connections between people. Why see someone in person when you can video chat with them? Why write someone a heart felt letter when you can type something up in half the time? Why play someone a pretty song on an instrument when you can just play some over played song on guitar hero or rockband?&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm guilty of being wrapped up in the internet and constantly having my cell phone attached to my hand but that too I believe is ruining actual conversations. How hard is it to pick up a phone and call the person? I wish that I was born in a generation where all relationships with people were more personal. Or I wish people just used the technology today in a less childish manner. Also, I'm aggrivated at people that expect to always get their way. If someone sees something that they like don't you think that it is neccessary for that person to work for it so that they deserve it and can appreciate it? I understand getting gifts and being a little spoiled but when someone sees something and automatically demands that they get it without putting any effort forth it really bothers me. Anyways. I'm going to sleep. Sorry that I just rambled on about annoying things.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-7041698072202189955?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/7041698072202189955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=7041698072202189955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7041698072202189955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7041698072202189955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/12/ranting-about-everything.html' title='Ranting about everything.'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-7272936615899027588</id><published>2008-12-30T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:56:55.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like sands through the hour glass so are the days of our lives"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/tv/blog/days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/tv/blog/days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the quote at the begining of the soap opera "Days of our Lives." These days it seems that the hour glass to my life is dropping one grain of sand per day, things are going so slowly, but at the same time it feels like the things i used to hold so close to me are slipping right through my hands and i can't get a grib on anything that i want to keep. The old friends and my old hobbies are all fading away left as a memory. I miss the feeling of being carefree. Now I carry a burden of trying to not be a burden to anyone else. I don't want to be dependant on anyone but i've found that's nearly impossible to do at the age of fifteen. I wish I had the sense of security I had when I was younger. I wish I wasn't in too deep, giving my all to a person that would never return that same amount of full hearted love. I wish I wasn't so easily blinded by perfection. I wish that I could find more happiness in simple things without having to constantly seek more satisfaction. I am a hypocrite; I say I wish that everyone could find the beauty and perfection in things around them when I can't even see it in myself. If I don't get a grip on the things of my past I need to keep, get a grip on how i'm living my life in the present, and set reachable goals for the future I will keep crying every night before I go to sleep and driving my close friends farther and farther away from me with my constant drifting away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-7272936615899027588?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/7272936615899027588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=7272936615899027588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7272936615899027588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7272936615899027588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-sands-through-hour-glass-so-are.html' title='&quot;Like sands through the hour glass so are the days of our lives&quot;'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-3623719215366113055</id><published>2008-12-29T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:54:31.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SVnFlPyglkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mhXzhI1d6JI/s1600-h/2wow50y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285472881380202050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SVnFlPyglkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mhXzhI1d6JI/s320/2wow50y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i've updated. Its been awhile since i've felt this way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quoted from my favorite book, Tuck Everlasting, "The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris Wheel when it pasuses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with black white dawns and glaring noons,and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightening, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no reliever rain. These are strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for after."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that this week is a week much like that. I feel like i'm stuck at the top of a ferris wheel and i can't move. Everything is too quiet and motionless unfortunately it's not even colorful. I need to escape this town for alittle while until i find what i'm searching for. Waking up to the same places and faces everyday just isn't helping me find what i should be doing in life. All i know for sure is that my passion for new things will take me all around the world. Anyways, I am trying to make the best of the situation but that seems harder and harder everyday. Dealing with knowing that the person you love will never share the same amount of love back, knowing that i will always be at a disadvantage because of someones past, and knowing that i must be completely independant because the adults in my life are far too iresponsible to handle things. Well i'm going to find something to do. Byee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-3623719215366113055?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/3623719215366113055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=3623719215366113055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3623719215366113055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3623719215366113055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SVnFlPyglkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mhXzhI1d6JI/s72-c/2wow50y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-1744918773507245867</id><published>2008-11-09T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:58:20.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wii fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SRe1dUdmhRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lOiy3ElUITQ/s1600-h/wiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266877804546786578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SRe1dUdmhRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lOiy3ElUITQ/s320/wiii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is absolutely nothing more entertaining than this game. John and I just opened it up over the weekend. In the past two days we've unlocked most of the games. The greatest thing ever is watching john try not to pop his bubble hahaha. We've come to the conclusion that John is far better at the balance games and I'm really good at the strength ones and aerobics. I'm the master of the dance one. :]&lt;br /&gt;anyways i have an amazing week ahead of me. A day, out of school, A day the rest of the week isn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-1744918773507245867?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/1744918773507245867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=1744918773507245867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1744918773507245867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1744918773507245867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/11/wii-fit.html' title='wii fit'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SRe1dUdmhRI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lOiy3ElUITQ/s72-c/wiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-9048084336869483979</id><published>2008-11-06T21:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:32:45.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where all your wildest dreams would come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SRPRC4QqVaI/AAAAAAAAABw/yg8WFzQC5uA/s1600-h/brothel.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265782236718454178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SRPRC4QqVaI/AAAAAAAAABw/yg8WFzQC5uA/s320/brothel.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisjohnbryant.com/"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I were having our nightly talk that last for hours we decided we want to open a circus themed brothel when we get older. John and I would be the ring leaders and we would have everything from people in lion costumes to midgets. It will be located on the outskirts of LV Nevada. Anyone want a night they will never forget? Come and see all tricks we have to offer. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-9048084336869483979?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/9048084336869483979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=9048084336869483979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/9048084336869483979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/9048084336869483979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-all-your-wildest-dreams-would.html' title='Where all your wildest dreams would come true'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SRPRC4QqVaI/AAAAAAAAABw/yg8WFzQC5uA/s72-c/brothel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-3625525633827423592</id><published>2008-11-06T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:23:24.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Won!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SROzSH7YthI/AAAAAAAAABg/zZWy4qjY9UE/s1600-h/bha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265749513273390610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SROzSH7YthI/AAAAAAAAABg/zZWy4qjY9UE/s320/bha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm sure everyone has heard that we have a new president. If not you must have been living under a rock. Anyways, I'm not disappointed in the choice to be honest i finally just got to a point where i didn't care which candidate was elected. In my opinion neither one has the ability to get this country where it should be. But unlike most people I'm not going to start saying that he is going to rule our country so terribly already. He has been elected what a whole two days? This is a pattern with America, they don't give the presidents a chance as soon as they are in office they are automatically "the worst president we've had" The point is we are all Americans and if we don't support our president then he will fail. How about we take Obama's advice for change and change ourselves? Instead of expecting him to fail try supporting our new president for once. Who knows it may just be the change we need. I feel very lucky to witness such an exciting part of history. Barack Hussein Obama, the 44Th president, was elected as the first African American President of the united states. He is only 47 years old with a wife and two adorable young daughters. He speaks of a lot of "change" in this country. I really hope that he meets everyones expectations. They sure are high. Well i guess we will see how it goes over the next 4 years. Cross your fingers and hope for a miracle in this nation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265778797842000642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SRPN6tcn6wI/AAAAAAAAABo/iKxv2f_i-Ls/s320/mccain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for John McCain's concession speech was definitly touching. He seemed very accepting of the fact his opponent won. He promised that as an American he would stand up and full heartidly and support Barack Obama. I have a lot of respect for a man that can speak so passionately about being defeated that badly. Sarah Palin even cried a little bit and made me feel like maybe she wouldn't have been as clueless we all thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well hope all goes well with our country. :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-3625525633827423592?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/3625525633827423592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=3625525633827423592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3625525633827423592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/3625525633827423592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-im-sure-everyone-has-heard-that-we.html' title='Obama Won!'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SROzSH7YthI/AAAAAAAAABg/zZWy4qjY9UE/s72-c/bha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-7772281682392284408</id><published>2008-10-20T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:59:31.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Last Friday night, the 17th of October was eventful to say the least. It started out right after school when John picked me up. I went to his house. We got about $23 out of the pennys that my mother kept in cans. I spent the money on baskin robbins ice cream and the $10 entry fee to get into the fashion show. Before the fashion show John and I hungout and pointlessly rode around until it was time to pick Becky up. Not long after picking her up we were cornered in by two cop cars with the lights and sirens going. We pulled over of course and they quickly asked John to get out of the car with his hands on his head. After several pointless and frightening questions they informed us that our license light was out and sent us on our way with a warning. After this we were on a mission to find a light and someone to put it in for us. We stopped at Wal Mart but the only help we got there was an overweight woman that told us what kind we needed but unfortunately they were out. So we went to Auto Zone where a kind fellow named Billy installed the lighting device for the low price of $4.99. We had a few extra dollars left so we spent it on beverages at the wonderful Bandito Burrito where we ran into a few ex school mates/arch enemies. How fun? Then, it was finally time to head to the fashion show where we arrived fashionably early. About thirty minutes early to be exact but that was definitly fine. It gave us time to browse through the various little shops at the flying monkey and Becky and I fell in love with an absolutely gorgeous man for a short moment. When they finally let us in we were absolutely blown away. The people there were so diverse; everything from elderly women to flaming homosexual men. The same went for the models. Unfortunately we forgot the camera but to give you an idea of how eccentric everything was, the first set of models was a lesbian couple with an umbrella. Each outfit and model that came out wasn't just modeling the clothes they were telling a story as they walked the runway. I was astounded by all the clever and intriguing pieces of art that was created from these unknown designers. Really if you weren't there you couldn't understand the amazingness of it. To make sure you don't miss another great event like this check out the &lt;a href="http://www.flyingmonkeyarts.org/calendar.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;flying monkey calender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;frequently. But, after the show John was sort of hit on by some 40 year old man that my mother just happens to know. haha. That was pretty much the best weekend i've had with john in a long time. The following night, That saturday, we went to the corn maze where we were scared out of our minds and helped out by the friendly dramatic black women that had flash lights and glow sticks. I really wish that weekend would have never ended. :] well there is another exciting weekend coming up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-7772281682392284408?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/7772281682392284408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=7772281682392284408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7772281682392284408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/7772281682392284408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-800816112730396684</id><published>2008-10-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:15:56.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SPgUP59ugfI/AAAAAAAAABY/feDiruhDcpQ/s1600-h/cute+cabing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257974828445368818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SPgUP59ugfI/AAAAAAAAABY/feDiruhDcpQ/s320/cute+cabing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While most people my age are far more interested in  moving to big cities with things constantly going on when they move out on their own, I honestly would never be able to live my whole life in a town that never sleeps. I could see myself living in a loft somewhere in brooklyn, NY but having a vacation home somwhere in Maine with water access and a forest close by so there would be a chance of seeing an owl is a must have. Of course John and i will be living together no matter where it is, but i would really like a get away house like the one above. A nice A frame house facing out over a lake that would ice up in the winter so i could learn to ice fish. My house would be decorated just like Urban Outfitters. I would have a fireplace to roast marshmellows over and drink hot coco in front of on the chilly Maine nights. This is just one of the many houses i plan on living in. I can't wait. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-800816112730396684?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/800816112730396684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=800816112730396684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/800816112730396684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/800816112730396684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/10/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SPgUP59ugfI/AAAAAAAAABY/feDiruhDcpQ/s72-c/cute+cabing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-1198962416414678432</id><published>2008-10-13T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:19:17.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politcs! Politics! Politics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i37.tinypic.com/nwbgax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/nwbgax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today can't get much better. At the moment the 3rd and final debate is on. I have looked forward to this for so long. Honestly i am one of the biggest political nerds and i can't even vote. I love the way Mccain never looks at Obama. My theory? He's afraid of black people. haha. I think that Mccain is an adorable old man. Its like a chubby dr.reisz. xD Obama is one of my future husbands just because he talks with such power and his lips are an odd color. Mccain said a funny word, cockamammy? ahaha i have no idea. It sounds like something I would say. I noticed both the candidates referred to "Joe the Plumber" so often and &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisisjohnbryant.com/"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; brought up a good question, is Joe the plumber in any way affiliated with Bob the Builder? Hmm, makes you think. Personally I know i would have a hard time if i was able to vote in this election. Each candidate has good and bad qualities but i happen to like Obamas' straightforward personality a little bit more. I believe that he would be a good leader of this country. Well i'm excited to see who wins this debate, my guess is it will be Obama, but i guess we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;discuss you're political views with me and if you can vote make sure you do! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-1198962416414678432?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/1198962416414678432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=1198962416414678432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1198962416414678432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/1198962416414678432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/10/politcs-politics-politics.html' title='Politcs! Politics! Politics!'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.tinypic.com/nwbgax_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602992544086796426.post-5869838039089993925</id><published>2008-10-13T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:39:51.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally...</title><content type='html'>Took the time to make a blogspot. Between postsecret and John Bryant i'm on here all the time anyways. I'm constantly writing whether its in my journal or ranting in myspace bulletins so now i have a place i can pull all of that together and post my thoughts on just about everything. I'll post more soon and figure out how to do everything on here. until then i'm watching political debates :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4602992544086796426-5869838039089993925?l=meridithmanula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/feeds/5869838039089993925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4602992544086796426&amp;postID=5869838039089993925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/5869838039089993925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4602992544086796426/posts/default/5869838039089993925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meridithmanula.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-finally.html' title='I finally...'/><author><name>Meridith Manula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10981902916139463544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lOur9cwL4OM/SzKRfLYr0DI/AAAAAAAAADY/0JN9obOj5LQ/S220/bsj+295.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
