<?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-2324322253507513092</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:13:57.164-06:00</updated><category term='rain'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='reflection'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='pride'/><category term='letters'/><category term='encounters'/><category term='strength'/><category term='tears'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='yearbook'/><title type='text'>Remember To Breathe</title><subtitle type='html'>Maybe it's genes, maybe it's the way I was raised, maybe it's peer pressure, maybe it's just all the thoughts of my insanely busy schedule catching up with me, but I am stressed out about everything all the time. Maybe a place to write it all down might help...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-4084116492868467618</id><published>2009-11-20T12:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:05:26.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 New Things Since My Last Post</title><summary type='text'>1. My hair is now red. A purple streak will be added when I'm home for Thanksgiving.2. I kinda know how to make a website, and will be designing one for Ervin's Inc, also during Thanksgiving break.3. I went on a genuine first date. This was quite awhile ago, but it was a new experience. It was the best date I've ever been on, and it was with someone I didn't know before.  He turned out to be less</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4084116492868467618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=4084116492868467618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4084116492868467618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4084116492868467618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/11/10-new-things-since-my-last-post.html' title='10 New Things Since My Last Post'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-2476000785263842154</id><published>2009-08-22T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:36:55.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooooooooollege</title><summary type='text'>Yay me!  The first day was rather rough, a definitely emotional roller coaster filled with being friendless and missing my Mommy, but I'm feeling much better.  I have a nice little friend base started, so that's good. My roommate, Christina, is pretty damn awesome.  We had a nice loooong talk last night about our lives and experiences; pretty much just getting to know each other.  I did, however,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2476000785263842154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=2476000785263842154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/2476000785263842154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/2476000785263842154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/08/cooooooooollege.html' title='Cooooooooollege'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-3742866918296845162</id><published>2009-07-27T01:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:36:17.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roooommie</title><summary type='text'>My fears of a freak for a roommate have been proven erroneous. Name: Christina Guerrero.Occupation: Roommate at Drake.Position: Awesome.So far, I have found nothing I don't like. She's a gamer, likes the same kind of music, plays guitar and bass, watches a lot of movies. It's a good time.I'm pretty stoked.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3742866918296845162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=3742866918296845162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3742866918296845162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3742866918296845162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/07/roooommie.html' title='Roooommie'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-7635157740444502963</id><published>2009-07-19T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:36:52.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TFLN</title><summary type='text'>new favorite site: http://textsfromlastnight.com/Some excerpts (the ones I literally laughed out loud about)&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  (951): ya i vaguely remember microwaving a whole package of bacon for 20 minutes or so and then eating it all around 4am   (707): last night i was so high that when a homeless person asked me for a dollar, i responded: dolla dolla bill ya'll.  my little brother just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7635157740444502963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=7635157740444502963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7635157740444502963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7635157740444502963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/07/tfln.html' title='TFLN'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-1200552392056104319</id><published>2009-07-18T03:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T03:25:02.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song that No One Sings</title><summary type='text'>One Month, One Day.I am losing hope that things will get better when I get there.In fact, I'm starting to believe I will fuck it up as badly as I've been fucking everything up lately. Everything I try to do falls apart. I can't even take tape of a freakin wall without failing miserably.I think maybe I need to do the drugs again. I stopped for awhile. Can't remember why. I think I just kept </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1200552392056104319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=1200552392056104319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1200552392056104319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1200552392056104319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-that-no-one-sings.html' title='A Song that No One Sings'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-4775140995251078152</id><published>2009-07-13T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:38:26.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by day</title><summary type='text'>WELL It's getting closer. 37 days till move in and getting more and more anxious (in all senses of the word) every day. Still don't have any info on my roommate, should be coming soon though so I can start getting the stuff we still need. I did get an email from my PMAC (Peer Mentor and Academic Consultant) a couple days ago, and the OL's were right: we are going to get along really well. Right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4775140995251078152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=4775140995251078152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4775140995251078152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4775140995251078152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-by-day.html' title='Day by day'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-7588212952965102389</id><published>2009-07-08T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:10:49.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inbox: 78</title><summary type='text'>Of those, 24 are Twitter. The rest are from my dad, Ben, and some random friend of the day. It rotates between Liz, Tyler, and Danielle.I cannot wait for college just so I have friends again. I haven't seen anyone in ages, and when I do run into someone, I have to decide whether to try to avoid them or just go say hi.This summer is most definitely the worst of my life. The weather sucks, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7588212952965102389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=7588212952965102389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7588212952965102389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7588212952965102389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/07/inbox-78.html' title='Inbox: 78'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-5185813800365601677</id><published>2009-06-28T03:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T03:59:28.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On a fun side note:</title><summary type='text'>Hiking in AppalachiaJUNE 271591 up, 346 down  To have an extramarrital affair. Stems from the disappearance and subsequent reappearance of South Carolina Governor, Mark Sanford(R). Gov. Sanford was thought to be hiking in Appalachia. In actuality, he was having an affair in the South American country of Argentina.Girl, I just saw Susie's man hiking in Appalachia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/5185813800365601677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=5185813800365601677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/5185813800365601677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/5185813800365601677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-fun-side-note.html' title='On a fun side note:'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-4606789056611845607</id><published>2009-06-28T03:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T03:55:52.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its almost 4am.I can't sleep.I have a headache.It really really hurts to yawn.FML</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4606789056611845607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=4606789056611845607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4606789056611845607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4606789056611845607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-almost-4am.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-8830504020765036949</id><published>2009-06-26T02:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T03:09:03.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><summary type='text'>Well, I kinda forgot about this until I was cleaning out my bookmarks folder, which is a little sad. You'll be happy to know that the issue from that last post has been resolved. He realized how stupid he was and luckily his amazing girlfriend forgave him despite his extreme stupidity. We'll see how college tests them.So, life was pretty damn good at first, and then I got sick. My throat was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8830504020765036949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=8830504020765036949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/8830504020765036949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/8830504020765036949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-3661915800517237722</id><published>2009-04-01T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:22:08.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Patience is Growing Thin</title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day.I repeat, was.Then I found out my friend cheat on his girlfriend.Dumb.I am very angry with him.For MONTHS he has been ranting and raving about how much he loves her and how she's the best thing that has ever happened to him and how scared he is to go to college and risk losing her.And then he makes out with the most slutty, nasty, bitchy girl in our class.DOUCHE!Sorry, there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3661915800517237722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=3661915800517237722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3661915800517237722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3661915800517237722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-patience-is-growing-thin.html' title='My Patience is Growing Thin'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-2367694733071052957</id><published>2009-03-31T23:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:05:27.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOK</title><summary type='text'>Well luckily that bad mood wore off.It was really suckish while it lasted though.But tonight, all is good.Maybe it was finding out that I got $21,700 IN SCHOLARSHIPS AND GRANTS!!!!!!!!!That's 2/3 of my college cost. And that's just from the FASFA stuff.I'm still in the running for quite a few local scholarships.AND the rest can be covered through student loans and work study.So that's good.And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2367694733071052957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=2367694733071052957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/2367694733071052957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/2367694733071052957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/03/ooook.html' title='OOOOK'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-179066686907473078</id><published>2009-03-30T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:45:27.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad day again.I guess its good.It's been a while since I've had a really bad day, I think.I feel like I'm in this alone.Like no one really cares.I know they do, at least people say they do, but they don't really act like it.No one wants to do anything with me.No one invites me to do anything.When I actually have plans, they normally blow me off.My texts go unanswered. It just seems to me that no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/179066686907473078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=179066686907473078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/179066686907473078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/179066686907473078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-day-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-3668574568942767515</id><published>2009-03-05T00:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:28:11.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess I need to learn to Yoga on my own because I missed it again for the second week in a row. I woke up this morning with the mother of all migraines and opted to just skip out on school rather than being miserable. Sleeping all day and going to the chiro didn't help much, but hopefully sleeping for the rest of the night will.  This is the first migraine I've had in quite a while though</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3668574568942767515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=3668574568942767515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3668574568942767515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3668574568942767515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-guess-i-need-to-learn-to-yoga-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-1441753406647402340</id><published>2009-02-18T19:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:12:16.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga Is Amazing.</title><summary type='text'>So I think I may have solved my issues.I feel a little ridiculous.I've done doctors and meds and blah blah blah.But today, I was amazing. I woke up hours before I actually needed to be to school.I finished up the homework I couldn't manage to finish last night.It was nice.My classes certainly tried to ruin my good day.Journalism was horrible, as always.For some reason, my choir director was in an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1441753406647402340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=1441753406647402340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1441753406647402340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1441753406647402340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/02/yoga-is-amazing.html' title='Yoga Is Amazing.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-4304980727193320756</id><published>2009-02-16T22:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:13:47.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>F-Bomb17 up, 28 down A word often used by teachers, old people and conservatives to replace the word "Fuck"."Oh my god Adrian, you dropped the F-Bomb. Now, I will be biased towards you and always take off a few extra points on your tests."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4304980727193320756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=4304980727193320756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4304980727193320756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4304980727193320756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/02/f-bomb-17-up-28-down-word-often-used-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-819018525206765347</id><published>2009-02-09T01:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:03:54.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swings</title><summary type='text'>They rock, don't they?I have also decided that naps are a bad idea, because i'll sleep for an hour in the late afternoon/early evening and find it hard to sleep later, so it ends up being 1am and i'm sitll up making ridiculous Facebook videos and writing blogs.YAY Internet!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/819018525206765347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=819018525206765347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/819018525206765347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/819018525206765347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/02/mood-swings.html' title='Mood Swings'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-1203405737931565278</id><published>2009-02-08T21:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:32:33.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prozac</title><summary type='text'>Welp, this shit sure ain't working.What else ya got for me, Doc?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1203405737931565278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=1203405737931565278' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1203405737931565278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1203405737931565278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/02/prozac.html' title='Prozac'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-323425720676544996</id><published>2009-02-02T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:12:49.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><summary type='text'>So Thursday I went to the doctor.She was awfully busy, so i didn't get to talk to her very much, but i did get to explain that I hadn't been feeling like myself lately and I hadn't really enjoyed life lately.  She asked me a couple questions and wanted to start me on Prozac, so I guess I'm trying that for a couple weeks.I can't tell if it's doing anything, but it's only been four days.  I've been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/323425720676544996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=323425720676544996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/323425720676544996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/323425720676544996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/02/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-736198396087611926</id><published>2009-01-25T23:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:23:37.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Definitions</title><summary type='text'>Baby GogglesJANUARY 251581 up, 213 down A phenomenon where the parents of an ugly baby think their baby is adorable and no one else does.Nancy: Here's our little bundle of joy! Isn't she just the cutest thing ever?!? Lisa &amp; Kate (after one look at Nancy's ugly baby): Ohhhh...! Yessss.... Lisa to Kate: I think Nancy has baby goggles - that's got to be the ugliest baby I've ever seen!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/736198396087611926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=736198396087611926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/736198396087611926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/736198396087611926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-definitions.html' title='New Definitions'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-3758554402921375046</id><published>2009-01-24T00:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:52:03.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Then</title><summary type='text'>So I found out today that my ex, Rily, has been talking to a friend of mine.It shouldn't bother me, but it does. They met through me. They don't even really know each other. But still, they are going to go to a movie together with another couple friends of mine. Rily never ONCE went to a movie, not anything. We did things he wanted to do: snow boarding, hanging around at his house, family stuff, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3758554402921375046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=3758554402921375046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3758554402921375046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3758554402921375046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-then.html' title='Well Then'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-5617731118192022793</id><published>2009-01-21T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:00:48.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kthxbiJANUARY 193237 up, 1573 down I understand. Your help in this matter has been greatly appreciated. However, with much regret and much haste, I must be departing from our conversation.newb2342: da partiez @ 4, b there!!1 lolz3r: kthxbi!!!!11------------------------------------------------------------------------------hozieA mix between a hoe and a fluzie.Yo that girl is a hozie, she will give</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/5617731118192022793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=5617731118192022793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/5617731118192022793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/5617731118192022793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/01/kthxbi-january-19-3237-up-1573-down-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-3640880201351070814</id><published>2009-01-20T23:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:44:25.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Help</title><summary type='text'>As part of an effort to keep myself sane, I am going to start visiting www.urbandictionary.com and will probably post the funniest ones here.To Start!good talkJANUARY 26078 up, 748 down A way to end a man-to-man conversation of personal feelings in a comfortable, heterosexual manner."Dude, I think my girl is cheating on me. What should I do?" "Dump that bitch." "Good talk."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3640880201351070814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=3640880201351070814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3640880201351070814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3640880201351070814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-help_20.html' title='Self Help'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-8054727981653825264</id><published>2009-01-20T00:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:42:43.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Zen*</title><summary type='text'> *Not so much Zen, as redundant and annoying. This isn't something I was planning on telling... well... anyone, but I need to write. I guess doing it on the internet where I know people might read it helps me keep goals because I can't pretend I never said it. If I say it here, I can't take it back, I can't say it didn't happen, I can't say they weren't real feelings.  I don't know how to start, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8054727981653825264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=8054727981653825264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/8054727981653825264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/8054727981653825264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/01/everythings-zen.html' title='Everything&apos;s Zen*'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-8230139256671776984</id><published>2009-01-14T15:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:27:49.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really do love my sister and her kids, and I'm glad I can help...But it would be nice to actually enjoy a snow day for once.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8230139256671776984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=8230139256671776984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/8230139256671776984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/8230139256671776984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-do-love-my-sister-and-her-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-2023190055890360686</id><published>2009-01-06T02:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:31:35.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go again.</title><summary type='text'>Why do I put myself through this over and over again?I may never know the answer.But as I kiss the familiar lips that I have felt on mine so many times before, it doesn't seem to matter that deep down, I know that however much I may pine for him, it will never work. This strange force that seems to draw us together time and time again is never strong enough to counter that which keeps us from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2023190055890360686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=2023190055890360686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/2023190055890360686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/2023190055890360686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-7808848104906610836</id><published>2008-12-03T23:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:51:27.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's almost midnight.Again.For some reason, I can't sleep anymore.I'm so burnt out.Every thing feels so dead.Things I used to get so excited about barely coax a smile.People that used to make me laugh for hours do nothing.I try so hard to be optimistic:"Things will change!.. Everything will be different when you get out of Wilton...College will be so much better than this"But will it?Or is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7808848104906610836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=7808848104906610836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7808848104906610836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7808848104906610836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-almost-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-1350129052326071784</id><published>2008-11-17T22:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:47:07.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>--Beer Fridge--&gt;</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to brag.I did AWESOME on my ACT retake.30 Baby!So now I'm up for a major scholarship through Drake.I still haven't heard from them.I know I shouldn't worry, but I can't help it.I'm ...I don't even know what I am any more.I'm tired and lonely and bored and frustrated.I'm not enjoying this year at all.Senior year was supposed to be the best.All my friends either moved away or are busy.I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1350129052326071784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=1350129052326071784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1350129052326071784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1350129052326071784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/11/beer-fridge.html' title='--Beer Fridge--&gt;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-4469738672884816222</id><published>2008-10-21T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:01:17.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you waiting for, A Certain shade of green?</title><summary type='text'>this is really weird.I'm not sure I've ever gone this long without having a crush before.Well, not since sixth grade when I actually started liking boys.(AHH MAN! Any other boy blog? Crap. Well to you I say, Shut Up! ;) )It seems like I always have a thing, at least a little one, for at least one boy.Always.Right now, nothing.No one, I should say.It's really weird.It's been like this for a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4469738672884816222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=4469738672884816222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4469738672884816222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4469738672884816222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-are-you-waiting-for-certain-shade.html' title='What are you waiting for, A Certain shade of green?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-7366890294050655147</id><published>2008-10-20T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:51:13.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh, the Power of Queso..</title><summary type='text'>WELP,Time for an update I suppose.Life is busy for me right now.GO GO GO GO GO GO GO!So tonight is nice.No homework.No immediate commitments.Nothing needs done for tomorrow.This is nice...Have you ever seen Across the Universe?You should.It's amazing.I watched it last night, so I had Beatles stuck in my head all day.Not a bad thing at ALL!Ooo, something does need done.I need to read a play.We're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7366890294050655147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=7366890294050655147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7366890294050655147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7366890294050655147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahh-power-of-queso.html' title='Ahh, the Power of Queso..'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-4804634607670111161</id><published>2008-10-02T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:10:42.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology.</title><summary type='text'>Welp, it's official.Anything electronic hates me.It's a shock I can even type this right now, I'm a little concerned the keyboard is going to blow up mid-word.My new phone, the keyboard keeps sucking.The letters either stick so I get ddoouubbllee letters or they don't work so I get     letters.OR the Back key sticks so I have toOR the Back key sticks so I have to start all over again.It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4804634607670111161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=4804634607670111161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4804634607670111161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4804634607670111161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/10/technology.html' title='Technology.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-5959604031078665229</id><published>2008-09-12T12:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:11:30.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><summary type='text'>So my uncle died.My mom's brother, he was only 53.We all were scared to hear how. He had been going through a pretty rough patch in his life.I won't lie, Suicide was the first thing to pop into my head.But, as horrible as it sounds, luckily it was a heart attack.Now I'm in Waulkegan, his visitation was last night.I was ok until my cousin Brandon cried. We were standing next to each other, and he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/5959604031078665229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=5959604031078665229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/5959604031078665229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/5959604031078665229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-4476194948023604633</id><published>2008-09-06T01:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:14:45.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF, Mate!</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Dictionary.comNo results found for hors d'ouvres:Did you mean pestiferous?Why yes, I did.Thanks Dictionary.com!What would I ever do without you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4476194948023604633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=4476194948023604633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4476194948023604633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4476194948023604633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/09/dictionarycom.html' title='WTF, Mate!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-21149868167463402</id><published>2008-09-06T00:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:09:02.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><title type='text'>*Sniff*</title><summary type='text'>Welp,It's 1am.I'm sick.I've been home for the past two days.I have to work tomorrow at 7am.As my luck goes, of course, I can't sleep.So I write.I'm breaking up with Steve tomorrow.I don't mind being friends with him, I hope we can keep that up,but he's too serious too fast.He told me he was falling in love with me the other day.I've only known him for a month.Plus, I'm just kinda confused right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/21149868167463402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=21149868167463402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/21149868167463402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/21149868167463402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/09/sniff.html' title='*Sniff*'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-710487136494369395</id><published>2008-09-02T23:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:25:44.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is truely a bitch.</title><summary type='text'>Nic Peterson died.20 years old, riding on his motorcycle,Dead.That was like a bus hitting me.Josh is in my class.Watching him suffer through school today was god awful.Seeing all of my big tough football guy friends cry,My heart hurt after that.Tomorrow is his memorial service.Thats going to suck too.Why do bad things have to happen to good people?Nic was always nice.He treated everyone like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/710487136494369395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=710487136494369395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/710487136494369395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/710487136494369395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-truely-bitch.html' title='Life is truely a bitch.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-4795014404087785524</id><published>2008-08-24T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:17:58.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Awhile</title><summary type='text'>So schools not horrible...Actually, the first couple days were REALLY boring.My stats class might not happen (it's a college class and they can't find anyone to teach it) so nothing happened that block.Journalism was nothing but talk about goals and shit.Choir was...well...choir.and Then open block which I couldn't leave because I just got the permission slip that day.Next day, Painting and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/4795014404087785524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=4795014404087785524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4795014404087785524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/4795014404087785524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s Been Awhile'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-8276315957454947467</id><published>2008-08-13T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:40:51.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><title type='text'>The Boys of Summer</title><summary type='text'>UhhhhI hate being busy.Having money is great and all, and I really don't mind working, but it just eats my time.  I worked Sunday and Monday, Tuesday I babysat and went to see Jessica in the hospital (More on that later), today I babysit and have a bonfire to go to so I can see everyone before they head to college AND its my friends birthday and he has no plans so I'm hanging out with him, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/8276315957454947467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=8276315957454947467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/8276315957454947467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/8276315957454947467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/08/boys-of-summer.html' title='The Boys of Summer'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-9087235257847817240</id><published>2008-08-09T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:39:08.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>One of those girls who...</title><summary type='text'>... needs a boy to be happy....gets lonely so easily....has to look in the mirror at every chance....always worries about how she looks....checks out every guy she sees....secretly hopes any boy is checking her out....dates people she's not really interested in because she's lonely....moves too quickly....likes someone too soon....can't feel good about herself....just wants to feel pretty....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/9087235257847817240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=9087235257847817240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/9087235257847817240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/9087235257847817240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-of-those-girls-who.html' title='One of those girls who...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-3823778299135522686</id><published>2008-08-09T20:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:03:46.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>Pride</title><summary type='text'>"I'm so proud of you."I've heard that phrase from at least 4 people in the past few days, and I know more than that were thinking it.One was in tears when I told her about the encounter.I never really thought about people being proud of me.Just so you know, hearing it means more to me than any of you will ever know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3823778299135522686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=3823778299135522686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3823778299135522686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3823778299135522686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/08/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-6743576476815001569</id><published>2008-08-08T01:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:06:42.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encounters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>"My tears do not compromise my strength."</title><summary type='text'>Things are better now, A lot better.Tuesday night after work, I called Liz.  I got all dressed for success, and we went to find Matt. We did, at his house, at 10 pm. She came with to make sure I didn't chicken out, which is good because I would have.  I called him from Liz's phone so I knew he'd answer (since he'd been ignoring my calls) and said, and I quote, "I need to talk to you. I'm in front</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/6743576476815001569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=6743576476815001569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/6743576476815001569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/6743576476815001569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-tears-do-not-compromise-my-strength.html' title='&quot;My tears do not compromise my strength.&quot;'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-3898644713244829610</id><published>2008-08-03T22:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:07:41.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Letters that you never meant to send.</title><summary type='text'>I hate this. I hate who I am, who you've made me.  I thought I was stronger than this. You are my kryptonite.  I've had my heart broken before, but this is more.  This isn't heartbreak. This is utter humiliation.  You made me promise, Promise, that no matter what happened, we'd still talk, we'd still be friends.I haven't cried like this since freshman year. My hot tears are running down my cheeks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3898644713244829610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=3898644713244829610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3898644713244829610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3898644713244829610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/08/letters-that-you-never-meant-to-send.html' title='Letters that you never meant to send.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-3300240129873433741</id><published>2008-08-03T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:13:47.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><title type='text'>And it really makes me wonder.</title><summary type='text'>So I went to Muscatine today.Just me.I love driving by myself.I do a lot of thinking when I drive.So I was thinking.I can't think of a single boy I like,Not even one I'd be interested in dating.That's SO weird for me.I at least have one guy in mind.Normally, it's many.But there's not one.Why? I asked myself.Matt.It really blows my mind. I'll be listening to a song or watching the starts or see a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/3300240129873433741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=3300240129873433741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3300240129873433741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/3300240129873433741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-it-really-makes-me-wonder.html' title='And it really makes me wonder.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-505008088826230913</id><published>2008-07-30T01:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:24:28.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>Let's crunch the numbers</title><summary type='text'>Ahh, the inner battle.Holly wants to introduce me to her friend John.  She thinks we'll be really cute and we'd get along great and blah blah blah.  Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he's a really nice guy and it's more than possible we'd hit it off, but I just can't help but think why...I'm 17 years old.  I had my first official boyfriend at 13.  I have had 6 official boyfriends.  I have "dated" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/505008088826230913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=505008088826230913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/505008088826230913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/505008088826230913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-crunch-numbers.html' title='Let&apos;s crunch the numbers'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-7680784283107424863</id><published>2008-07-24T21:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:25:21.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearbook'/><title type='text'>Ya, I know....</title><summary type='text'>(Keep in mind, my best friend is a VanAtta, so I've already heard too much about how this is a horrible idea and I shouldn't let it happen and...)It is crazy not to have Prom or graduation in the yearbook, but honestly, it's not my choice.Our adviser made that decision and I have virtually no say in it.  I get both sides of it.  I'd love to have prom and graduation in it.  They are two of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7680784283107424863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=7680784283107424863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7680784283107424863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7680784283107424863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/07/ya-i-know.html' title='Ya, I know....'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-1391070804756552397</id><published>2008-07-23T23:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:39:09.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Crazy!!</title><summary type='text'>It's half way through summer, and I am setting myself up to go insane.I'm editing the yearbook next year.  We are doing things differently this year.  First off, we're doing a chronilogical yearbook, so there are no designated pages, just timeline, sounds cool right? True, but that means I have to redo EVERYTHING.  Nothing carries over.  Crap. Also, we're doing a spring release, so our book will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1391070804756552397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=1391070804756552397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1391070804756552397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1391070804756552397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m Crazy!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-2805057906604411618</id><published>2008-07-23T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T13:30:45.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the girl who's...</title><summary type='text'>Honkin' at youCuz I left late again!I overslept again today.  Second day in a row, and I feel horrible!I'm supposed to be at my sister's to babysit before 9 (she has to be at work at 9), so what time to I wake up, 8:57 am.  Yup, I'm stupid.  I know I set the alarm, so I'm guessing I hit off switch in a rage of wanting to sleep more, which doesn't surprise me, but I know I set my second alarm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/2805057906604411618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=2805057906604411618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/2805057906604411618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/2805057906604411618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-girl-whos.html' title='I&apos;m the girl who&apos;s...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-7165541280643591464</id><published>2008-07-20T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:17:27.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz Baby We'll be, At the Drive in!</title><summary type='text'>Well time for some comic relief!Back story: Yesterday, I went to volunteer at the fair to raise some money for Zion Lutheran School, and ran into a guy I met a few days back, one of my best friend's best friend.  His name is Matt, but everyone calls him Matty, and we'll continue that for clarification.So I ran over to him and said hi; he was on the phone with our mutual friend, Holly. So she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7165541280643591464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=7165541280643591464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7165541280643591464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7165541280643591464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/07/cuz-baby-well-be-at-drive-in.html' title='Cuz Baby We&apos;ll be, At the Drive in!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-7831301126466019283</id><published>2008-07-19T07:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:27:45.534-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>Insomnia, Rain, and Banana Pancakes</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't sleep last night. I'm not sure why. Maybe, it was the four hour nap I took when I got home last night. Perhaps, it was the thousands of random thoughts floating in my head. Feasibly, it was all the distractions the internet provides. Possibly it was the conversation with an amazing, old friend.  Most likely, it was a combination of all those and more.  In all reality, I blame iTunes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7831301126466019283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=7831301126466019283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7831301126466019283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7831301126466019283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/07/insomnia-rain-and-banana-pancakes.html' title='Insomnia, Rain, and Banana Pancakes'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-7350308426462279280</id><published>2008-07-19T00:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T04:35:19.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoy being a girl!</title><summary type='text'>(That was %100 sarcastic.)Uhhh.  I was all excited all week because Mom and I were going to have a fun day today, and then last night, everything changed...it just keeps getting worse. It never used to bug me, now I'm dying. Cramps, headache, fatigue, nausea: I felt like I was dying all day. It guess worse every time. Walking around 3.6 billion stores didn't help much either. Days like today make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/7350308426462279280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=7350308426462279280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7350308426462279280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/7350308426462279280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-enjoy-being-girl.html' title='I enjoy being a girl!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-1674989566612448164</id><published>2008-07-17T02:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:06:31.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yeah!</title><summary type='text'>Actually, I forgot what it was, but Danielle reminded me so I found it again lol</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1674989566612448164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=1674989566612448164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1674989566612448164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1674989566612448164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh Yeah!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324322253507513092.post-1336135183586112880</id><published>2008-07-15T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:29:46.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><summary type='text'>So I'm back again.I had a blogspot in Jr High, but I got lazy with it and I think it probably has been deleted since then.  In those years, I have created an new email and a new personality, so here I am again!I'm pretty much here to stay connected with aunts, uncles, and cousins that I normally wouldn't get to talk to, and maybe to let off some steam when those crazy high school days start to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/feeds/1336135183586112880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324322253507513092&amp;postID=1336135183586112880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1336135183586112880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324322253507513092/posts/default/1336135183586112880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imstartingtopanic.blogspot.com/2008/07/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444306941285290879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WTXXuXsj8zE/SQQch4lh1oI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XAFk5hoLeQI/S220/senpics+062.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
