<?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-6379807203418466966</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:18:33.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have chickenskin</title><subtitle type='html'>my selfish, all about me, alone time accusations that only i can make about myself</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/SpyXlbCYmxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/u7xjIpaVwSY/S220/084.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379807203418466966.post-4049702284911221985</id><published>2007-11-01T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T06:53:19.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>todays thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some observations as i wait for my turn in the "good" shower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1- i think i may have too much orange in the sunroom&lt;br /&gt;2-a trip to Bear Creek with 40+ third graders can go either way.&lt;br /&gt;3-christmas wish books promote materialism in our children.&lt;br /&gt;4-i wish i liked coffee sometimes. you look so mature drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;5-dust collects fast in my house.&lt;br /&gt;6-there are so many things i should be doing right now but i can't think of one.&lt;br /&gt;7-pack.&lt;br /&gt;8-why does my husband like the house 10 degrees cooler than i do?&lt;br /&gt;9-who can believe it's November? Oct. went by fast- at what age does time get steady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no more thoughts so i visited Bible Gateway.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;first verse i came to-&lt;br /&gt;think God may be speaking to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;Col. 4:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379807203418466966-4049702284911221985?l=ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/feeds/4049702284911221985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6379807203418466966&amp;postID=4049702284911221985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/4049702284911221985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/4049702284911221985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/2007/11/todays-thoughts.html' title='todays thoughts'/><author><name>Gena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/SpyXlbCYmxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/u7xjIpaVwSY/S220/084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379807203418466966.post-9079326271314389017</id><published>2007-10-02T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:17:46.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugh in the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/RwLcLzSvl6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/P1Iy5LpdCvw/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/RwLcLzSvl6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/P1Iy5LpdCvw/s320/house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116894221951801250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;September is over. I am not sure if i didn't jinx myself about the whole Sept. thing but it seriously felt like i warped into dog years where time is really longer than real time.&lt;br /&gt;So today was a fantastic October morning. I woke up, took the boys to school and went to the gym. That would be Cross Point before many of you think i am getting all buff. I did 38 laps. GooOOO me! It was great. And if any of you felt a surge of peace and love, i was in fact praying for you. Of course starting my day with such zest only led me to greatness. The rest of the day involved surfing the Internet for a new laptop (yeah, it's time), Zaxby's and the library then ending in a walk down the hill to my grandparents. For a small town Alabama girl, it doesn't get a lot better that this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark and I finished season one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night. I realize how absorbed I tend to get in thinking I want to be everything interesting that crosses my path but this is for real. I want to be Gregory House. He is able to say whatever he wants to say. How fantastic would that be?! His friends are amazingly devoted and his co-workers deep down love him, sometimes too much (oh sweet Cameron).  However,  I am sure he doesn't exemplify Christ's gentleness but he does His honesty. I am not forgetting the addiction. He lives in pain, he has to do something, leave him alone...He so much 'grows on' you that i am sure i am a little bit in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you have seen Amanda Peet's quote in the theater when your sitting there with your popcorn and 20 lb Nestles Crunch. It says something like you have to fall in love a little bit with your co-star. I feel like that when I  watch TV. I think I have to fall in love with my series' star to embrace it for the entertainment it was purposed. And that i do. So long Jack Bauer, House is in the house.  Somebody stop me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379807203418466966-9079326271314389017?l=ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/feeds/9079326271314389017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6379807203418466966&amp;postID=9079326271314389017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/9079326271314389017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/9079326271314389017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/2007/10/hugh-is-in-house.html' title='Hugh in the House'/><author><name>Gena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/SpyXlbCYmxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/u7xjIpaVwSY/S220/084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/RwLcLzSvl6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/P1Iy5LpdCvw/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379807203418466966.post-5111099068251384078</id><published>2007-09-26T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:22:20.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that last post felt like last September for me. what gives? anybody else dragging?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379807203418466966-5111099068251384078?l=ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/feeds/5111099068251384078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6379807203418466966&amp;postID=5111099068251384078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/5111099068251384078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/5111099068251384078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/2007/09/that-last-post-felt-like-last-september.html' title=''/><author><name>Gena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/SpyXlbCYmxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/u7xjIpaVwSY/S220/084.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379807203418466966.post-8483311208315494457</id><published>2007-09-07T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:20:49.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the longest month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/RuFaW_CcURI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_QaK1cJZxok/s1600-h/reunion+and+jam+56+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/RuFaW_CcURI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_QaK1cJZxok/s320/reunion+and+jam+56+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107462803340153106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lMT0f5IxwVM"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize this is an unflattering shot of myself (thank you sadie). it best describes the labor of september for me. you may be asking "what has you in such distain?" i could tell you about my list of tasks and make it seem all about what i have to do but the truth is i dread winter, i am a bit on the weary side of the "same old" - i realize i just need to get over it and keep on keeping on. my prayer life is better and i feel whole in Him, i am just again reminded why God put Galations 6:9 in the NT:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379807203418466966-8483311208315494457?l=ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/feeds/8483311208315494457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6379807203418466966&amp;postID=8483311208315494457' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/8483311208315494457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/8483311208315494457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/2007/09/longest-month.html' title='the longest month'/><author><name>Gena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/SpyXlbCYmxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/u7xjIpaVwSY/S220/084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/RuFaW_CcURI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_QaK1cJZxok/s72-c/reunion+and+jam+56+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379807203418466966.post-5248818334220767109</id><published>2007-08-18T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T08:09:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a professional fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/RscLp_CcULI/AAAAAAAAACE/uiQDwkh3lI0/s1600-h/audience.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 76px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/RscLp_CcULI/AAAAAAAAACE/uiQDwkh3lI0/s320/audience.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100057918944596146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think i may be a dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have realized at some point in my life i have secretly desired the ability to perform every imaginable art form.  below listed is the art and at what age i longed to have that gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- drawing, painting, your basic "artist"- i claimed this desire beginning around four. i remember saying i was going to be an artist when i grew up so i could paint at my canvas and stay home with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. singing- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so i am just now getting that this route for my life isn't going to happen.  only because i am now pursuing dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. theatre- beginning in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. high the acting bug bit and then the sting went away around the time i went to college. looking back, this was an avenue i truly wish i had not let go...please friends don't let me be the parent that pushes their child into their dreams. but i do wish i had been pushed into mine a little harder.  maybe children's ministry plays will satisfy this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yearning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. pottery- mom used to take me to the pottery shop where i crafted and painted many a trinket. but this for me was little more than a fun day out with mom until i saw the movie "ghost" then i decided that would be a very cool job to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. playing an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;instrument&lt;/span&gt;- let's see, first it was piano. i took lessons in elementary and even a class in college. it was fun and all but it took a lot of thinking so my desire to become a pianist wasn't very strong. then i realized if i didn't try to learn how to play the guitar i would not have lived. (this was last year) i self taught myself a few chords and again i realized it took a lot of thinking. all this thinking led me to believe i didn't have natural talent. how sad for me. now i truly think i may be able to play the drums. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a huge investment. maybe later in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. writing- not too long ago, mom found a little construction paper backed book i wrote in kindergarten.  in sixth grade i was sure to be a writer and that yearning took over as a senior i couldn't wait to write the next paper. in college however i tried to think more realistically and decided being a writer was far fetched, risky and unpractical. still my favorite class, you guessed- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; lit. i remember so many details of that class. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;, good times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ballerina- the typical little girl's dream right? right. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. dancing- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;, here we are. in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. high i came up with a dance for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MH&lt;/span&gt; cheer squad. i was so serious about it and thought it was so fantastic. i will never forget the look on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;merrilyn's&lt;/span&gt; face when i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; with it.  it was fast moving and for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MH&lt;/span&gt; you had to do everything on a (pretty slow) 8 count. that dream fizzled until last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i watched the entire season on "so you think you can dance" skipping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the talking  and focusing on the dancing. i am realizing that my whole life has been a series of "so you think you can's..." recently, as i am maturing (ahem), i believe that God, in His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt; wisdom created me to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;respecter&lt;/span&gt; of the arts. i wasn't blessed in any capacity with any of these amazing gifts. and my heart truly longed for each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do see that somebody has to be a fan. somebody out there has to be the person that can't wait to see the next performance on stage whether it be interpretive dance, hip-hop or a reading of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt; or the solo performance that Bo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bice&lt;/span&gt; nailed. Somebody has to be out there to be so moved a tear wells up and their breath is held just for a second. i am such a fan it comes natural. i am in love with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Dominics&lt;/span&gt;, Francine Rivers and Picasso's. and i can't wait to hear what Jack Johnson is coming out with next. i can't narrow a favorite musical artist down because there are so many. i am a fan. i can't wait for the free downloads every week on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; so i can diversify my musical knowledge. i go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; idol concerts and cry and feel pride for contestants. my dream date includes a trip to the corner theatre downtown to see whatever is showing.  my dream vacation is a trip to the beach to sit and listen to the ocean and read a book. i am a professional fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6379807203418466966-5248818334220767109?l=ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/feeds/5248818334220767109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6379807203418466966&amp;postID=5248818334220767109' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/5248818334220767109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6379807203418466966/posts/default/5248818334220767109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavechickenskin.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-professional-fan.html' title='i am a professional fan'/><author><name>Gena</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/SpyXlbCYmxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/u7xjIpaVwSY/S220/084.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QT-sZfUKGRk/RscLp_CcULI/AAAAAAAAACE/uiQDwkh3lI0/s72-c/audience.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6379807203418466966.post-2842260446404974642</id><published>2007-07-28T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T07:18:16.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's to clarifing 50 things about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- i hate starting and finishing a project but i love the middle part&lt;br /&gt;2-my clothes are waded up in my drawers&lt;br /&gt;3- sometimes i think my left shoulder is higher than my right&lt;br /&gt;4- i get anxious before i go to church or any large social event&lt;br /&gt;5- people are probably tired of reading 50 things about me's&lt;br /&gt;6-i like to fish, but i don't bait my hook or take the fish off either julie&lt;br /&gt;7- i want to cut my hair but something keeps stoping me&lt;br /&gt;8- i get frustrated with timmy turner and the choices he makes&lt;br /&gt;9- i am an unfortunate driver&lt;br /&gt;10- i love mcdonalds, zaxbys and jacks for their fries&lt;br /&gt;11- i hate the first 10 min. of every day&lt;br /&gt;12- i relate to new christine&lt;br /&gt;13-i think about God more than i talk to Him&lt;br /&gt;14- i saw the movie hairspray yesterday&lt;br /&gt;15- i am thankful for segregation&lt;br /&gt;16- my first real crush was on a black guy down the street&lt;br /&gt;17- i have never waxed my lip but i am thinking it might be time&lt;br /&gt;18-i like my second grade school picture, it was a good year for me&lt;br /&gt;19- 5th grade was hard for me&lt;br /&gt;20- i like the beds being made, except i am ok with the top bunk being left undone&lt;br /&gt;21- i hate for my feet to be wet in shoes, even flip flops&lt;br /&gt;22- i like the feeling right after i blow dry my hair&lt;br /&gt;23- i wish i had a good hardy laugh&lt;br /&gt;24- in college i doubled majored yet didn't have a plan in mind to work in either field&lt;br /&gt;25- in college i peed off the roof of my dorm&lt;br /&gt;26- i love to write but lately i am without inspiration&lt;br /&gt;27- i love to make CD's by going thru myspace and listening to people's music and looking up those artists&lt;br /&gt;28- one of my objectives in life is to live more genuine&lt;br /&gt;29- i just cut and pasted some of my 50 things because i thought the order mattered&lt;br /&gt;30- my favorite thing to do right now is catch up on "24" episodes&lt;br /&gt;31- i have a huge crush on Jack Bauer&lt;br /&gt;32- mark sent me a picture of Jack when i was at camp.&lt;br /&gt;33-i wish i was more motivated to do the things my mind comes up with&lt;br /&gt;34-balanced people are amazing to me&lt;br /&gt;35- i go for the underdog, everytime&lt;br /&gt;36-i need more personal discipline, but i am getting better&lt;br /&gt;37- i love the smell of a new box of crayons, coffee, gasoline and cigars&lt;br /&gt;38- my waist is too big for my hips&lt;br /&gt;39- i absolutely hate to drive in reverse&lt;br /&gt;40- i really think jesus is my friend these days&lt;br /&gt;41- i still plan on running the "amazing race" someday&lt;br /&gt;42- i still plan on learning to play the guitar someday&lt;br /&gt;43-i dissappoint myself and get on my own nerves sometimes&lt;br /&gt;44-i really do like kids, they are so much fun that sometimes i think i am immature&lt;br /&gt;45-i like people who let you in on their faults before you actually are blown away by them&lt;br /&gt;46-i wish i was a private detective. i think that would be my dream job&lt;br /&gt;47- i love to analyze how people act and react&lt;br /&gt;48-i go into salt and 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