<?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-7319941072265470414</id><updated>2012-01-24T09:30:38.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All of the above...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the girl in purple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01412367665070726588</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7319941072265470414.post-5978553669959774860</id><published>2012-01-24T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:30:38.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to grow up!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since i have updated, oops! &lt;br /&gt;Well, another year has come and gone. If i could summarize this year in one sentence it would be: "It's time to grow up, move on, and get over it" &lt;br /&gt;I am graduating in less than six months and that is unbelievably daunting. It is a mix of many emotions i guess: excitement, anxiety, fear, and sadness. It is a huge thing for me as i transition from a life of football games, pep rallies, and not having a care in the world to responsibility, finances, and being "free". I am trying my very best to enjoy the security of high school and all of the fun that it is, before it is all over. &lt;br /&gt;The other day my little brother said to me "I don't want you to go to college, i will miss you too much"&amp;nbsp; this hit me pretty hard. I don't want to leave either. I do know that i need to though, it is time to grow up and move on.&lt;br /&gt;I think that i probably learned more in the last year than i have in my whole life. I learned a lot of those lessons the hard way. I don't really regret anything that i chose to put myself thropught because in my mind it all made me stronger in one way or another. I learned that i need people, i can't do it all on my own, i learned that nothing ever really turns out the way that you expected it to, i learned that sometimes the people you love the most can hurt you the worst,&amp;nbsp; i learned that you can chose to let all of it go and be much happier with your life, and maybe the hardest things are the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Girl in Purple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319941072265470414-5978553669959774860?l=thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5978553669959774860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-to-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/5978553669959774860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/5978553669959774860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-to-grow-up.html' title='Time to grow up!'/><author><name>the girl in purple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01412367665070726588</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-7319941072265470414.post-3170249106893150791</id><published>2011-04-29T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T14:41:16.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>It was always "my BROTHER" until 5 years ago, now its "my BROTHERS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 3 when my brother was born. And i was so excited to have a little brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brother recently had a brithday, he is 14, his priorities range from himself to girls to sports and then to food. It is weird for me to have a brother that is so close to me in age.&amp;nbsp;I am giving&amp;nbsp; him advice about girls, i am still trying to figure out what the heck is wrong with us.&amp;nbsp;But, he seems to have them all figured out (we will see).&amp;nbsp;He is now towering over me, which is also a tad scary to me. I am bigger! It is weird to watch someone else grow up. But, i am enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my mom told me she was going to have another baby and that it was a boy. I didn't exactly believe her. It was very much a surprise to everyone involved. At that age i was in love with babies, any chance i had, i would hold one. It changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that little baby is 5 and he is the light of my world. I can't imagine my life without him (most days). I have had a hard time with being "the big sister" lately. And then yesterday i was reminded of why i am what i am. I need to be. It is my job for right now.&amp;nbsp;That little boy as small and mostly innocent has he is, has a lot of wisdom. It's simple and usually revolves around transformers and legos, but he also has some about life. I am almost seventeen and i learn things from him on a daily basis. Having this little boy in my life is to my benefit, and i guess i forget that sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a random tribute to the brothers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Girl in Purple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319941072265470414-3170249106893150791?l=thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3170249106893150791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2011/04/brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/3170249106893150791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/3170249106893150791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2011/04/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>the girl in purple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01412367665070726588</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-7319941072265470414.post-1924226314575518964</id><published>2011-01-10T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:00:49.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have always been fascinated with words, even when I was little they just struck this sort of curiousity in me. As I grow up, I love them even more. I find it spectacular that just a few words can heave such a great impact on someone's feelings or how they think about things. Words allow us to express ourselves. Through heartbreak, anger, sadness, happiness, larning, discovery, we use words to tell others, or just ourselves for that matter, how we feel. There is a great power in words. They can build someone up or they can just as easily break someone's heart. There is nothing else in the world that has as much power over the human as words do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The Girl in Purple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319941072265470414-1924226314575518964?l=thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1924226314575518964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2010/11/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/1924226314575518964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/1924226314575518964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2010/11/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>the girl in purple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01412367665070726588</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-7319941072265470414.post-2136887787637757817</id><published>2011-01-10T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:59:23.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011! (:</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Well another year has past, part of me can't believe it and part of me is thinking its about time! 2010 was probably the greatest year of my life!&amp;nbsp;A year of firsts. Some good and some bad, but all in all it was the experience of a life time! I just hope that 2011 lives up to last year and doesn't let me down. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I have always had an attitude when it comes to New Years. I feel that it is overrated and just a time to make 'resolutions' that don't even make it until the end of January. People say that it is this "new start" and a time to "change their lives". But then the next week they are back at their old habits. Its a little bit of a pessimistic, but really its a little bit of a cliche that over night someone can just change their lives. Just because its a new year on the calendar, doesn't mean that anyone who is being a jerk, or treating someone how they shouldn't is going to stop doing so. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The other side is that it shouldn't take this 'grand holiday' to make someone want to be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Girl in Purple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319941072265470414-2136887787637757817?l=thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2136887787637757817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/2136887787637757817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/2136887787637757817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011! (:'/><author><name>the girl in purple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01412367665070726588</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-7319941072265470414.post-7157781156853183047</id><published>2010-12-18T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T20:02:18.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My Dream:&amp;nbsp;It changes. One day&amp;nbsp;I can wish to be the only child in my family or to get away from responsibility.&amp;nbsp;Another&amp;nbsp;day it&amp;nbsp;can be for my world to be the way that it was a year ago. I guess that&amp;nbsp;ultimately, my real dream is to change the world. That is my goal. Some how, someday I plan on changing someone's world. Whether they notice it right then or not, I hope for someone to look back on their life and for me to be&amp;nbsp;there, and for them to e grateful that I was.&amp;nbsp;This is the one dream that I have always had, through all of the ups and downs of growing up, this is a dream I always stuck with. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I guess the reason that it has stuck so long is because I have had so many people in my life that have changed my world.&amp;nbsp;Those people are the people who made me the way that I am. I want to have that impact on somebody's life. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dream is kind of a broad term&amp;nbsp;I guess. It can be a compilation of many things. Hopes, fears, wishes, wants, needs. As a teenager that is still trying to find who they are, these things mean alot, if not everything. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The subject of "change" has been a reoccuring theme in my life as of late.&amp;nbsp;High school is exactly that I guess, a time to change, a time to find yourself. I have never really like the idea of change if it means that something that was good enough the way that it was changes into something worse. It has always been hard for me to grasp. Moving on, losing somebody, these are the changes that I have never really agreed with. At this time in my life I am having the hardest time with it. My thoughts always go back to "Why?". Why do people need to change if the way that that they are is perfectly fine? Why do people hurt others through their change? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I feel like I am growing up and my life is changing too much. Growning up scares me to death. There is no way to escape it though. "Never Land." The idea that you can go to a place where you "never, ever grow up" is also kind of scary. Staying the way that you are forever; forever is a really long time. But if you think about it&amp;nbsp;when you are little ALL you want to do is grow up, to be able to drive a car, to stay up with the older kids, to make your own rules, to NOT go to school ever again,&amp;nbsp;the list goes on&amp;nbsp;and on.&amp;nbsp;Well I am here to say that getting behind the wheel of a car for the first time isn't all that it is cracked up to be, and that I would rather go to bed at 8:30, and that those rules that you are so anxiuos to make, can wait, and school, it doesn’t last very long, so love it while you can and maybe go to "never land" just for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Its been said that we just don’t recognize the significant moments in our lives while they are happening. We grow complacent with ideas or things, or people and we take them for granted. Its usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you, that you realize how wrong you've been, you realize how much you really need it, how much you love it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Enjoy life while your are living it, appreciate the small things that we are expected to take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; The Girl in Purple &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7319941072265470414-7157781156853183047?l=thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7157781156853183047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2010/12/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/7157781156853183047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7319941072265470414/posts/default/7157781156853183047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegirlinpurple.blogspot.com/2010/12/change.html' title='Change...?'/><author><name>the girl in purple</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01412367665070726588</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>
