<?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-7867590067403744855</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:49:24.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenomenal cosmic powers! Teeny tiny living space.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362601702483220602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/201/39/741570180/n741570180_617096_853.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867590067403744855.post-5077122830763638608</id><published>2009-01-02T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:35:05.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Lot Swimming 'Round, Swimming 'Round In My Head</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was changing after work, and when I was looking at myself in the mirror I kind of thought that I looked good. It was interesting. This year I've been very WHATEVER about clothes and being stylish and all of that kind of stuff, but yesterday was a pretty day. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its good to make things right with people. I am the kind of person who can't handle it when someone hates me or is really angry at me, and I always want to make it right. It shouldn't always be made right, though. Sometimes you just have to let it go. Recently, I made a situation with someone right and I feel good about it. I'm glad. I missed that person as a friend, as someone to talk to. They make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful wake-up call this morning. It made my day! =)&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful end to the day call this evening. It made me smile a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I graduate in 6 months. It's so crazy to think about. Where has time gone?! Is highschool really almost over?! It seems like just yesterday I was a freshman in Physics class, or a sophomore in Algebra II, or even a junior in AP Statistics. How is it I'm halfway done senior year?!&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed it. Does that measure success? Is it a good senior year because I enjoyed it? I think so. I think this has been a great year so far, no matter what anyone else says. I'm having a blast and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2009. Senior year. Beginning of the rest of my life, my ADULT life. Turning 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the rest of our lives. May they be full. May they have good times. May they have growing times. May they have friends. And fun. And most importantly, may they be full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening To: The Dirt Whispered by Rise Against&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867590067403744855-5077122830763638608?l=eberb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/feeds/5077122830763638608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867590067403744855&amp;postID=5077122830763638608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/5077122830763638608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/5077122830763638608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-lot-swimming-round-swimming.html' title='There&apos;s a Lot Swimming &apos;Round, Swimming &apos;Round In My Head'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362601702483220602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/201/39/741570180/n741570180_617096_853.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867590067403744855.post-8998010082422407531</id><published>2008-12-30T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:48:05.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow. It's been a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many many things are different since I wrote on here. I'm halfway done senior year. I was accepted to college! I made friends. I lost friends. I changed. I grew. I lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that's the important thing. Through good and bad, I lived. I experienced life. A lot of it was the best life has to offer. Some of it was the worst life has to offer. But I lived it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music: Lil Wayne, Kanye West, Cartel, T.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Books: Not too many actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Movies: The Dark Knight, Hancock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TV: House, One Tree Hill, The Real World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I wonder how it's possible to change this much. But I guess it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love, live life, proceed, progress"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867590067403744855-8998010082422407531?l=eberb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/feeds/8998010082422407531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867590067403744855&amp;postID=8998010082422407531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/8998010082422407531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/8998010082422407531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362601702483220602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/201/39/741570180/n741570180_617096_853.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867590067403744855.post-8588253440177351191</id><published>2008-01-08T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:34:49.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/savedbygrace127"&gt;www.xanga.com/savedbygrace127&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my stuff there way more than you will here. Give it a read sometime. All honesty. No sugarcoating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867590067403744855-8588253440177351191?l=eberb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/feeds/8588253440177351191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867590067403744855&amp;postID=8588253440177351191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/8588253440177351191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/8588253440177351191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/2008/01/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362601702483220602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/201/39/741570180/n741570180_617096_853.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867590067403744855.post-3519204492435445710</id><published>2008-01-06T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:03:38.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I was informed that people actually read this. Perhaps I'll keep up a little more than I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2008. This year I'll be a senior. That's so wierd to think about. I never really imagined high school when I was younger, but this is better than I could ever imagine it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a really good time. Molly, Michelle, David, and I went to Texas Roadhouse after church for lunch, and Pat met us there. It was so much fun! I love hanging out with chill people that I don't need to feel anxious about. I love being able to have silences that aren't awkward. Absolutely love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867590067403744855-3519204492435445710?l=eberb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/feeds/3519204492435445710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867590067403744855&amp;postID=3519204492435445710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/3519204492435445710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/3519204492435445710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-i-was-informed-that-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362601702483220602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/201/39/741570180/n741570180_617096_853.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867590067403744855.post-8899624670356192436</id><published>2007-12-25T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T18:11:38.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just figured out how to put music onto my new phone. I'm rather excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday build up drives me crazy. Holidays are actually very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867590067403744855-8899624670356192436?l=eberb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/feeds/8899624670356192436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867590067403744855&amp;postID=8899624670356192436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/8899624670356192436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/8899624670356192436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-just-figured-out-how-to-put-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362601702483220602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/201/39/741570180/n741570180_617096_853.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867590067403744855.post-7543731425911237231</id><published>2007-12-05T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:11:38.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As my friend pointed out...it's been a month. Update? I got a job at Pizza Hut and I'm working 22 hours this weekend. I got my license and drove in the snow. My computer is finally fixed. I really don't know what else to say. Life remains in a very good place. I'm very happy. Very content. That is rare, I think. Very few people seem to be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got out of school early because of snow. I had a little bit of time to waste in the afternoon, so I was doing a bit of reflecting on life. I tend to do that at night when I can't sleep...but I've been sleeping at decent hours of the night recently. Every night for the past week and a half I've had a nightmare, though. I usually don't dream, and then all of the sudden it's been 10 nights in a row. I think that's odd, and I don't know what it means. I love how ancient cultures saw dreams and nightmares as omens, and we as Americans just see them as something that's so whatever it doesn't even matter. Perhaps they are significant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867590067403744855-7543731425911237231?l=eberb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/feeds/7543731425911237231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867590067403744855&amp;postID=7543731425911237231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/7543731425911237231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/7543731425911237231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-my-friend-pointed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362601702483220602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/201/39/741570180/n741570180_617096_853.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867590067403744855.post-2218692426637176229</id><published>2007-11-04T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T08:54:44.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love life right now. It's absolutely ridiculous. I don't think I've ever been happier than I've been recently. Even with the grounding...it's not even a big deal. I just love things the way they are. And I get my license soon...so that's awesome and will make it even easier to enjoy life! Ahh. I ABSOLUTELY love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kocham życie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867590067403744855-2218692426637176229?l=eberb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/feeds/2218692426637176229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867590067403744855&amp;postID=2218692426637176229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/2218692426637176229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/2218692426637176229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-life-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362601702483220602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/201/39/741570180/n741570180_617096_853.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867590067403744855.post-1671759419717305289</id><published>2007-09-30T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:45:37.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just watched The United States of Leland. It's an EXCELLENT film, and I'd reccomend it to anyone in a heartbeat. It definitely will not leave you feeling all happy at the end of the movie, but it will make you question how you view the world. The main character, Leland P. Fitzgerald, is arrested for stabbing a mentally handicapped boy to death. The film then explores his stay in prison, where he interacts with a teacher at the prison and the two challenge each other, and events leading up to and following the stabbing of the boy. Usually, a film like this wouldn't really hold my attention, but the way the script writer went about some of the narration was too good to pass by. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;"I think there are two ways you can see the world. You either see the sadness that's behind everything or you choose to keep it all out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The worst part is knowing that there is goodness in people. Mostly it stays deep down and buried. Maybe we don't have God because we're scared of the bad stuff. Maybe we're really scared of the good stuff. Because if there's no God, well, that means it's inside of us and we could be good all the time if we wanted. So when we do bad things, it'd be because we want to or because we have to. Or maybe we just need the bad stuff to remind us what the good stuff is in the first place." (both from) -The United States of Leland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever wrote that script sees the world in a way very similar to me. The first quote is very similar to what I tell people on a daily basis. You can't just run around in life and look at all of the good things, all of the beautiful things, all of the fun things. At one point or another you're going to have to accept that there are bad things and look at them, too. That's being realistic. When you see the things that are so wrong with this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...if there's no God, well, that means it's inside of us and we could be good all the time if we wanted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know. Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7867590067403744855-1671759419717305289?l=eberb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/feeds/1671759419717305289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7867590067403744855&amp;postID=1671759419717305289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/1671759419717305289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7867590067403744855/posts/default/1671759419717305289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eberb.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-just-watched-united-states-of-leland_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11362601702483220602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/201/39/741570180/n741570180_617096_853.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7867590067403744855.post-1085325479674670964</id><published>2007-07-01T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T19:23:32.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>In the past few months, I've changed a LOT. A year ago, I would have shocked myself. I was really stuck in what I was used to, the more traditional things, and doing what I thought was right. Which is interesting, because isn't that always debatable? Depending on who you are, what your background is, what you were taught, the society you live in, "right" could be wrong. Anyway, this year was a time of just throwing everything away and embracing life. I got into new music, new movies, new TV. I started hanging out with people I never thought I would hang out with. My best friends became people that I never thought they would be. How does this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll explain the title of this blogger thing. "Phenomenal cosmic powers! Teeny tiny living space." That's from Genie in the &lt;em&gt;Aladdin&lt;/em&gt; Disney movie. I always loved that line. It makes me laugh (Robin Williams is the voice of Genie, of course it's funny!). My dad told me this past week that when he talks about me to people, that's how he describes me. Phenomenal cosmic powers, teeny tiny living space. And it got me thinking. I think that's how we all should be described. Everyone is just a loaded cannon of potential, waiting to be fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question is, are you going to fire the cannon? 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