<?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-3566687153908420311</id><updated>2011-12-26T23:20:52.223-08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='college'/><category term='changing minds'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>All You Get is Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allyougetisme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3566687153908420311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allyougetisme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011296866245821230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566687153908420311.post-394345447061297354</id><published>2011-12-14T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:57:09.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changing minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Changing My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think it's quite funny how we can change our minds so easily. &amp;nbsp;One minute we believe and feel one way about a subject, and then the next moment we do a 180 and feel the complete opposite about it. &amp;nbsp;I happened to find the perfect example of this in my own daily life: College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, college. &amp;nbsp;I am at the stage and time in my life when it is time to start applying to colleges and really think about my future. &amp;nbsp;What am I going to do to make sure I can provide myself with a good life in the future, and how am I going to do that? &amp;nbsp;Most importantly, which college is the college that I believe is going to help me make that possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Whoever said senor year of high school was easy was dead wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, back to the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;During summer and the very beginning of the school year I was dreading college. &amp;nbsp;I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and I felt very unprepared (random fact about me: I hate feeling unprepared). &amp;nbsp;Almost every adult that I talked to would ask about what college I wanted to go to, what major I was thinking about going into, and what I wanted to be when I "grew up". &amp;nbsp;I didn't have answers to any of these questions and I felt like I was already going into college as a failure. &amp;nbsp;All in all, college was the last thing that I wanted to think or talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then one day one of my best friends, who is a freshmen in college, came back to visit for a weekend. &amp;nbsp;We sat on her bed in her bedroom and I listened to her talk about how amazing college was and how much she loved it. &amp;nbsp;She told me all about college life and all the friends she made that I began to feel a little longing to be in college. &amp;nbsp;But not enough that it completely changed my views. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't really until after I had finished my college application and sent them in that it hit me: &amp;nbsp;I actually wanted to go to college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now I am excited about all of it. &amp;nbsp;I'm excited to live in the dorms, even though I heard that living in small rooms in such close proximity to other people can get annoying after awhile; I'm excited to explore my interests by taking a lot of different classes; I'm excited to not be living with my parents anymore; I'm excited to make new friends; and most importantly I'm excited to find out who I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Currently, I'm just waiting to hear back from all the colleges that I applied to. &amp;nbsp;So, keep your fingers crossed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;See you around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Brittney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3566687153908420311-394345447061297354?l=allyougetisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allyougetisme.blogspot.com/feeds/394345447061297354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allyougetisme.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-its-quite-funny-how-we-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3566687153908420311/posts/default/394345447061297354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3566687153908420311/posts/default/394345447061297354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allyougetisme.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-its-quite-funny-how-we-can.html' title='Changing My Mind'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011296866245821230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566687153908420311.post-466442575624903332</id><published>2011-11-06T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:16:32.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my mind</title><content type='html'>Well hey there internet, it's Brittney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first post here, as you've probably noticed, so bear with me because I'm just making up stuff as I go along. &amp;nbsp;I suppose I should probably tell you why I decided to make a so-called blog. &amp;nbsp;Well, I guess it had part to do with me being bored, part to do with me having a lot of thoughts that I just need to discuss or else I will go insane, and partly because I like typing more than I like writing in a diary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there, I said it. &amp;nbsp;This is like an online diary of sorts for me. &amp;nbsp;A place where I can go and&amp;nbsp;unabashedly&amp;nbsp;spill my thoughts without afraid of being judged or hurting the feelings of someone I care about. &amp;nbsp;I do, in fact, realize that if people do read my blog I will be judge, but since I don't know the people who would be reading my blog, their&amp;nbsp;judgement&amp;nbsp;won't really bother me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To put it in other terms, this blog is for me. I'm not writing this to gain followers or anything. &amp;nbsp;So I'm sorry if I don't talk about topics that interest you or anything. &amp;nbsp;On here I will talk about things that interest me, things that I've been thinking about, or things that bother me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, welcome to my mind. &amp;nbsp;It's a nice place if I do say so for myself. &amp;nbsp;But I guess you should take a look around and decide for yourself. &amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I should probably stop procrastinating, so I'm going to go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brittney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3566687153908420311-466442575624903332?l=allyougetisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allyougetisme.blogspot.com/feeds/466442575624903332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allyougetisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-hey-there-internet-its-brittney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3566687153908420311/posts/default/466442575624903332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3566687153908420311/posts/default/466442575624903332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allyougetisme.blogspot.com/2011/11/well-hey-there-internet-its-brittney.html' title='Welcome to my mind'/><author><name>Brittney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11011296866245821230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
