<?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-4853201341463300877</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:11:24.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Epiphany</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18348679253203042172</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853201341463300877.post-9091826393082013378</id><published>2008-11-08T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:02:07.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first real epiphany...=]</title><content type='html'>I think it takes an all nighter to figure out who you are. I believe everyone's true self comes out at four oclock in the morning when you're so delirious all you can do is be honest. I think I learned a lot about myself tonight...one thing I definitely learned is not to underestimate fate. If something is meant to be; it'll happen, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. I like this idea..it gives hope to people who are too shy to actually make things happen. This is probably the worst epiphany ever...but it's something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853201341463300877-9091826393082013378?l=publicepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/9091826393082013378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853201341463300877&amp;postID=9091826393082013378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/9091826393082013378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/9091826393082013378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-real-epiphany.html' title='My first real epiphany...=]'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18348679253203042172</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853201341463300877.post-3787866937304179252</id><published>2008-10-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:55:11.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop 8</title><content type='html'>I am only 16 and not able to vote, but like most people in my generation, I'm still keeping up with the issues of the upcoming election. I consider myself a conservative even though there are some liberal issues that I agree with strongly. The issues that I tend to have liberal views on have mostly to do with 'choice'. I have a really big problem with people who think that they have the right to tell another human being how to live his or her life. I have absolutely no problem with same sex marriage. If two people of the same sex can adopt a child together, can buy a home together, and can do everything else a man and woman can do together; why shouldn't they be able to be married? The way people choose to live their lives is a personal decision; even if the chosen way isn't the 'norm' in society. I would never judge somebody because they had different religious views or if they were a different race, so what right do I have to judge somebody of a different sexuality? As for arguing that schools will teach criteria discussing 'same-sex marriage'...when in your entire education did you EVER learn about marriage between any two people; including between a man and a woman? Besides, how can knowing about same sex marriage harm a child? Believe me, every kid will be exposed to homosexuality at some point in their lives, especially in school. Learning about homosexuality will not affect the way a child views his or her own sexuality, and even if it does; I would HOPE that every parent would support their child's views-even if it differs from their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOTE NO ON PROP 8.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853201341463300877-3787866937304179252?l=publicepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/3787866937304179252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853201341463300877&amp;postID=3787866937304179252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/3787866937304179252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/3787866937304179252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/2008/10/prop-8.html' title='Prop 8'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18348679253203042172</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853201341463300877.post-2960629440035676718</id><published>2008-10-08T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:42:28.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad that this is what my dreams have come to...</title><content type='html'>You know when you sleep in way too long and you start to dream &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; weird dreams? Since I've been on break for almost two weeks now, this has been happening daily. I've had my fair share of weird dreams throughout, but today's dream was wayyy to weird. Here's how it went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the Olympic trials...&lt;em&gt;in Tahoe&lt;/em&gt;. Apparently I'm here for swimming (I picked this up when I was suddenly in a room with a giant swimming pool...I hate swimming). Anyway, also with me in this magical swim arena is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zac Efron and his family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(who actually resembles the family from "The Real Housewives of Orange County"). In my dream Zac's name isn't Zac though, it's Logan and somewhere throughout the dream it's established that he is actually my boyfriend. This is why this dream is soooo weird..I have no idea why Zac Efron is in my dream, but I will say that after waking up this morning I have a new found respect for him. Somewhere in the dream I realize that I need to walk to the barn and that my friend Whitney needs to come with me! Once at the barn, I notice that the barn has been renovated and now every horse has a stall furnished like a summer beach home (that is in all white with blue accents). While passing by Amigo's newly restored stall, I spy him lounging on a chase lounge...how comfy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back on the dream I can only explain it to myself in this way: that subconsciously I think of myself as better than Vanessa Hudgens, I have the potential to be an Olympic athlete, and that I want to vacation in the Hamptons..but I'm sure there's probably another explanation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853201341463300877-2960629440035676718?l=publicepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/2960629440035676718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853201341463300877&amp;postID=2960629440035676718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/2960629440035676718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/2960629440035676718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-that-this-is-what-my-dreams-have.html' title='Sad that this is what my dreams have come to...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18348679253203042172</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853201341463300877.post-6262660058579433111</id><published>2008-10-07T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:50:28.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's official...unfortunately. Today I went down to get my work permit and on Thursday I start training. Oooh boy. Some days I'm really excited to start work...other days, I watch the news and HOOOPE that the economy becomes soo bad that Tilly's has to let me go. But there's really no turning back now I guess-and plus, it's important to think of all the positive things that will come my way because of my job (like sexy skaterboarders/motocrossers and lots of monnney =]). &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/4853201341463300877-6262660058579433111?l=publicepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/6262660058579433111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853201341463300877&amp;postID=6262660058579433111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/6262660058579433111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/6262660058579433111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/2008/10/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18348679253203042172</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-4853201341463300877.post-4279869550790190145</id><published>2008-09-22T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:38:11.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently....</title><content type='html'>CURRENTLY&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRN6286LvIQ/SNhwC_quM6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/njoaUh58Nx0/s1600-h/trent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249068562452984738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRN6286LvIQ/SNhwC_quM6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/njoaUh58Nx0/s200/trent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IN LOVE WITH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trent Edwards...QB for the Buffalo Bills (and former QB for Stanford) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;READING THE BOOK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Year of Living Biblically (by: AJ Jacobs)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An &lt;em&gt;AMAZING &lt;/em&gt;experimental-memio&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRN6286LvIQ/SNhwswEEcXI/AAAAAAAAABA/ENteapA-5IY/s1600-h/theyar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249069279818838386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRN6286LvIQ/SNhwswEEcXI/AAAAAAAAABA/ENteapA-5IY/s200/theyar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r about a New Yorkers search for (literal) religion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CURRENTLY FREAKING OUT ABOUT: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My grade in geometry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CURRENTLY STOKED ABOUT: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Riding Amigo today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CURRENTLY WISHING: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hadn't taken a nap today...=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CURRENTLY IN LOVE WITH THE SONG: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love Me Dead (Ludo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRN6286LvIQ/SNhyG3Yl_YI/AAAAAAAAABI/huPWt01Qn2Q/s1600-h/LUDO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249070827972197762" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRN6286LvIQ/SNhyG3Yl_YI/AAAAAAAAABI/huPWt01Qn2Q/s200/LUDO.bmp" width="658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853201341463300877-4279869550790190145?l=publicepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/4279869550790190145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853201341463300877&amp;postID=4279869550790190145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/4279869550790190145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/4279869550790190145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/2008/09/currently.html' title='Currently....'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18348679253203042172</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZRN6286LvIQ/SNhwC_quM6I/AAAAAAAAAA4/njoaUh58Nx0/s72-c/trent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853201341463300877.post-5815789597899053888</id><published>2008-09-21T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:23:33.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOOOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the past two hours I have been searching deep into my soul to discover the 100 things that make &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; an interesting person; this was to be my FIRST OFFICIAL POST. After coming up with the greatest 100 things I could possibly think of, I concluded it was probably neccessary to preview this groundbreaking post. The post was a piece of art; full of pictures to highlight my interests, and humor throughout to show even more of my personality. I was feeling really enthused about this whole blog dealio, and I was even feeling pretty good about myself because I'd never realized how interesting and unique (and extremely modest) of a girl I am. While previewing my post I notice a small typo..."Oh no biggie, I'll just hit the back button and fix......whhhhhat?" Being a newcomer to Blogspot.com, I did not realize that while previewing a post you need to also save the post before you do something silly like hit a back button and lose all the work and soul searching you've just done. No; being new to Blogspot...I was unaware. So now, this is my first blog. A blog of anger and frustration. This blog does not show the 100 best qualities of Amy, or my humor, or even all the cool pictures highlighting my interests. This blog shows that 1) I am not smart enough to save work and 2) I get upset over the little things in life. (Neither of those were on my '100' list)...and I doubt I will ever get around to making that list again....I hate blogging...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853201341463300877-5815789597899053888?l=publicepiphany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/feeds/5815789597899053888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853201341463300877&amp;postID=5815789597899053888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/5815789597899053888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853201341463300877/posts/default/5815789597899053888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://publicepiphany.blogspot.com/2008/09/100-interesting-things.html' title='WOOOOOOOOOW'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18348679253203042172</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
