<?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-4151484755406418358</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:42:16.532-07:00</updated><category term='voting'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='stress'/><category term='polls'/><category term='Fugitive'/><category term='God'/><category term='slipper socks'/><category term='sleepover'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='fun'/><category term='finals'/><category term='overcommitment'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='game'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Obbie's Mayhem</title><subtitle type='html'>Get inside my head</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-4302562112333963677</id><published>2009-02-15T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:27:57.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>It's a frisky day here in Utah. I'm contemplating whether to go to the gym or not. My abs hurt a buttload from yesterday's workout. But hey I'd be mad if they weren't sore. It's good to know what I did worked. I call it the "Mini DJ Trip Ab Workout," this is of course because DJ showed me the moves for it. Funny how when people first become single, they feel a need to become more appealing to the opposite sex. They'll get a new haircut, start working out, you know whatever. I have fallen into this sterotype but it definitely isn't for that reason. My haircut was already scheduled, and I was bored yesterday, so I randomly went to the gym. OH whatever, you don't have to believe me. I guess I'm kinda a romantic. I was a little sad yesterday night. I went out to din with my family and it was all these teenage  couples. I found myself embarrassed because I was with my family and not a boy on Vday. Whatever. I just starting thinking like Madeline Oberto and then it made me laugh. She always says how Valentine's day is a poor excuse for husbands to pay attention to their wives one day out of the year, or something like that. It really is true though. You should treat people like everyday is Valentines day. I dno. So yea then I got over being lonely and kinda laughed at myself for thinking like that in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Roses. &lt;br /&gt;I Totally agreee with  Chia. It was cool to send roses to ppl who weren't expecting them. They were really appreciative. Especially the boys I sent them to. So sweet. I love the boys in my group right now. I can't believe how amazing and supportive and loving they've been towards me. I really can't. Wow I'm so lucky. The girls too of course. I was just more surprised by how sweet the boys have been. Ahhhh this is so amazing. I love life right now. I can't believe how happy I am. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking the other day how bad I want to hang out with Chia and Chempy. I love them. And we need to make outside of school time for eachother. That's right SON.&lt;br /&gt;Today will be a good day. I'm going to the gym now so I can get those endorphins flowing. You know, then I'll be in an even better mood. Is that possible? ahhhh life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-4302562112333963677?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4302562112333963677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4302562112333963677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4302562112333963677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-130554837959827252</id><published>2009-02-10T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:29:53.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>Basically, i love life. ah how sweet sweet sweet. God is so amazing. I can't believe it. I'm so incredibly happy, when i have every right not to be. yes yes yes. things are still good. I didn't fall back into my routine. I'm living for God and it's amazing. Today was so good. WATCH ME GO. I can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea yea. I haven't been sad at any point for three days now. ACCOMPLISHMENT. you don't even know. after talking with Cal everything just sunk in and it's like wow. God has a plan for me, and he has a plan for you. (see Proverbs 3:5-6.....as always. I love this verse) So don't mess with the plan! Go with the flow. Let the punches roll because I'm ready for them! yea yea yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell i just had some vanilla latte with my half shot of espresso, cuz im hyper. Things with speakie are so good now. we actually talk and are close! ah i love confrontation. how else would you fix anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to confront problems or they don't go away. Uh DUH. geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so drumline was incredibly fun. i forgot how fun it is to check out boys. bahaha. I need to study for physiology. stuco meeting tomorrow...ugh. but im sitting next to andrew so it will be okay. aw. andrew. what a nice fellow. i get him. I love when you just get someone. you know how they think, what's going on with them. it makes things so easy. I wish i had been a cheerleader this year. it looks so fun, poo. okay okay i'll go study for physio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bysies. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-130554837959827252?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/130554837959827252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/130554837959827252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/130554837959827252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/02/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-441778933981390</id><published>2009-01-12T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:49:29.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST SUSTAIN THIS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, when things are good, and then they kinda start to go back to how they were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse, i refuse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-441778933981390?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/441778933981390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-i-must.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/441778933981390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/441778933981390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-i-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-6296521603417344737</id><published>2009-01-08T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:10:23.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniors.</title><content type='html'>How stressed are you about knowing which college to go to? This is something I'm sure you've been praying for at least since you started applying. I read this today and I thought it may be a word of encouragement to some of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your heart, do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do and he will show you which path to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, of course you don't know which college you're supposed to end up at. You can't see the future, or even the full picture! The truth is, God can. Leave it to Him and He'll put you where you're supposed to be. I encourage you to pray with conviction and to completely rely on God for wherever you're supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, don't just take this verse to heart with the whole college situation. This needs to be my prayer everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Love you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-6296521603417344737?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/6296521603417344737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/seniors.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/6296521603417344737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/6296521603417344737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/seniors.html' title='Seniors.'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-5803297101083022803</id><published>2009-01-08T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:02:58.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confrontation</title><content type='html'>Confrontation is important. It's awkward and hard to take initiative but it needs to happen. The alternative just isn't worth it. God has given me the strength to deal with some really difficult confrontations and I'm so thankful. I really could not have done it without him. Now I just need to make it a habit.&lt;br /&gt;Each time I do it, it gets easier. This is such an important skill. It's also preventing a lot of unnecessary hurt. When you don't deal with people you're having problems with you tend to bottle it up. This hate begins to build whether you want it to or not. Then you find yourself gossiping about it, and worst of all, you've lost a friend. When you go to the person first, you get to skip all the icky steps. How convenient. So, feel awkward for 5 seconds, or create gossip and eventually permanent awkwardness. You choose.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I've chosen, and the aftermath is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God will help you. He won't give you something you can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;So don't stress, pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He guards the path of the just and protects those who are faithful to him. &lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 2:8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-5803297101083022803?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5803297101083022803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/confrontation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/5803297101083022803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/5803297101083022803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/confrontation.html' title='Confrontation'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-4598965844769499340</id><published>2009-01-08T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:52:16.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization #1</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just can't fix it. It's not your problem, but you so badly want to fix it. You want to protect your friend, but you can't. You can share your opinion and explain it, but you can not fix it. You've said what you have to say. Now wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-4598965844769499340?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4598965844769499340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/realization-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4598965844769499340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4598965844769499340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/realization-1.html' title='Realization #1'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-3586858583788292452</id><published>2009-01-05T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:03:24.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YES.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was actually really depressed when I got home from camp and then I just realized I needed to fix a bunch of crap in my life. I was basically EMO (emotional...see urban dictionary). BUT TODAY I fixed all that crapola! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapola-&lt;br /&gt;royal crap, serious trouble&lt;br /&gt;I broke the vase, crapola &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after my blogness I talked to txted my friend that I thought was mad at me and was really relieved. Worked it all out. Then today I decided to just pray the entire way to school. Which was amazing. I just completely dedicated my day to God. Then I failed my Calc Test. But that's besides the point....&lt;br /&gt;Then I had an amazing day and got 'A's in the classes I was worried about. Then Mr.Lilfield hugged me. AND THEN I ditched soccer practice with my BFF Kaleigh. Instead of soccer we went to coffee together with our other friend Kimmy. We talked and talked and even though we didn't really resolve any of our problems we felt very good afterwards. I'm really excited about those girls. I really hope I can just be an example and make sure Christ is at the center of both of those relationships. Yadda meean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  yadameen &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean. You know what I`m Talkin about.&lt;br /&gt;yadameen though cuz? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I prayed the whole way home about what I need to do and those relationships. I decided to call Madeline and have her hold me accountable in those relationships to just be an example and such. Then we just talked about some other things. Like how much I miss her even though I saw her yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized I was secure in my life! WOOT WOOT. You have no idea what an accomplishment that is for me. I'm so insecure about everything it's really unattractive, ugh. BUT, now that I have all these amazing girlfriends that love me and I'm super tight with GOD, I'm feeling the love. So RIGHT after I called Madeline I called Calvin. We talked about some good shtuff and I said some things that I was a little nervous to say but then was glad I said them. Then I called speaky and told her why I missed practice. I felt kinda bad but it was so worth it to me. And then I had barely any homework. Soooo now I'm on the computer completing college apps and enjoying God's love.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a camp high. This is how my life is going to be lived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHH and you wanna know the two things that made my day?&lt;br /&gt;1. NICK BARBER&lt;br /&gt;my first ever crush at LAB, (besides calvin of course because I liked him before I went to LAB) well he returned to LAB today and I was extremely excited. he's very funny&lt;br /&gt;2. SLIPPER SOCKS&lt;br /&gt;my slipper socks definition was published on UrbanDictionary.com and it says that I'm the author! woot woot. I was so excited you should go see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Obbie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-3586858583788292452?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=emo%20' title='OH YES.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/3586858583788292452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/3586858583788292452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/3586858583788292452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-yes.html' title='OH YES.'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-4004545976138605543</id><published>2009-01-04T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:22:00.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>I feel like the last four days can only be described as a whirlwind. Why? Winter Camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned so much from winter camp but I'm still left confused. I really hate to cry and I cried more in the passed four days than I have in what seems like forever. I have so much to say about winter camp. It may take a few days for me to spit it all out. So I'll give it to you in small increments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I love Penelope&lt;br /&gt;This girl Penelope is so great. We really created an awesome bond that has the foundation for a deep friendship. I love this girl. She is so unlike everyone else in our group yet she is completely comfortable with herself. I just love her. She's a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Only God can give strength&lt;br /&gt;He gives me the challenges, he gives me the strength. He won't give me something I can't handle, so there's no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I've felt a really strong conviction to talk to some specific people. I know I can do it. Even though I'm terrified, it's so obvious it's what I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Mending a broken friendship&lt;br /&gt;I've started the healing process of mending a very broken friendship. Through prayer I truly believe Kaleigh and I can be close again. Communication and time will be the key to this friendship I know. Previously we've not made time for each other. It's a huge hindrance to any growth. I just hope that our plan works. I love praying with Kaleigh and I know that if this friendship is real God will help us with it. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Maturity in Christ&lt;br /&gt;My relationship needs to continue to grow. I'm old enough and mature enough to be disciplined. I need to read my Bible everyday. Again, there aren't any legit excuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Praying with conviction&lt;br /&gt;How real is this? So real. God can do anything. BIG God. I've already been praying with conviction but it was a nice reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 I may have lost&lt;br /&gt;A friendship? I'm not sure. We'll have to wait until he texts me back. Miscommunication is definitely the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Clarity&lt;br /&gt;I'm very unsure in two areas of my life. My boyfriend and where I'm supposed to go next year. What's going to happen to my relationship with Calvin? I love him so much. I realized that this is one of those things I can't prepare for. Let go, and let God. Really, it's cliche but what else can I do? I was so sure I wanted to be a doctor. Now all these second thoughts are stirring and it's terrifying. I was finally sure of something and now I don't know what's supposed to happen.I'm on my knees asking God for clarity. I'm a planner and when I don't know the plan, I stress. Only God can relieve this stress from me and I need to let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Madeline and Hannah&lt;br /&gt;These two are the kind of role models I need in my life. I love talking with them. They're so mature in their relationships with Christ. Since that's what I'm striving for I really got a lot out of talking with them. And Madeline and I are such twins it's crazy. I love them both so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll think of more, thanks for reading. Pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-4004545976138605543?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4004545976138605543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/whirlwind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4004545976138605543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4004545976138605543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2009/01/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-5137539878092673059</id><published>2008-12-30T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:04:36.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Feelin the Feelin</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to feel how I used to feel. About...life? My whole outlook is changing. And not for the better. Efffffffff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-5137539878092673059?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5137539878092673059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-feelin-feelin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/5137539878092673059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/5137539878092673059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-feelin-feelin.html' title='Not Feelin the Feelin'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-4692181709905874905</id><published>2008-12-22T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:56:46.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fugitive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepover'/><title type='text'>Halfway Through</title><content type='html'>I'm halfway through my senior year. Based on this info, I calculated that I am 7/8 through high school. Based on semesters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals Recap&lt;br /&gt;Well I survived finals. I aced my AP Calc final, which means I got an A in the class. I knowingly bombed my physiology with no fear. Okay, I was fearful. But I had an 87% so it doesn't matter. I'll still get a B. I think I got an A on my AP Psych final which would mean an A in the class. My apologetics final was a beast. Eff that. I'll probably get a B. That's so lame that I'll get a B in a religion class. What a joke. All it does is screw with my GPA. As for ASB, that's an obvious A. And then Gov and English I probably got As. If I'm right about all those my GPA will be....a 4.1428571. The exact same I had last year. Hopefully I'll get all As next semester. I pretty muched slacked this semester. Didn't exactly go to my full potential. I'll be content if I have the 4.1 though.&lt;br /&gt;It was really annoying that finals week had to be finished off with a soccer game on my last day of finals. I was way too tired and I just felt like I kept messing up. It didn't help that I felt like I had to have all my xmas presents ready to go because I knew it was going to be the last time before xmas that I was going to see some ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick's surprise Bday&lt;br /&gt;Funess. I think he was surprised even though he said he picked up on some clues. Psh, whatevs. We decided to play fugitive at like 10. If you don't know that game, you should look it up, it's really great for a group of people. It can get really intense. Anywho, I was running down the street after someone, and I wiped out. I was trying to run so fast I lost my balance and I fell face first onto the cement. Falling is probably my least favorite feeling. Like when I skip a step on the stairs and almost eat it, *chills*. SO I landed on my elbows, wrists and knees at the same time. If I hadn't been wearing jeans I definitely would've skinned my knees, they hurt a lot. The only noticeable hurt is the nastinesss I have on the palm of my hand next to my wrist and then I have a minorly skinned elbow. I didn't even notice that I skinned my elbow until the next day. My hand however has been stinging ever since I skinned it on friday. Ugh it's such a pain in the butt. Today it is finally all scabby. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as yesterday. But yea I just felt like everyone thought I was being a wimp after I fell. It made me really mad. I was exhausted from finals week and that was the last straw when I fell. It hurt, and I just cried. It really wasn't so much because I was hurt, it was because I was soooo tired and just didn't want to deal with what had happened. Whatever. I'm over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;After Nick's I went back to Jordan's house for a sleepover. We had fun but she definitely got me sick. Ugh I feel like crap today. But yea. Her dad is awesome. I love staying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up and took a kickboxing class with Chantel and Jordan. It was so fun. I can't even tell you. I was so sore the next day though. I feel like I could beat up anyone really. Although we didn't exactly learn how to defend ourselves...so hopefully they wouldn't fight back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-4692181709905874905?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4692181709905874905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/halfway-through.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4692181709905874905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4692181709905874905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/halfway-through.html' title='Halfway Through'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-8272612356950060292</id><published>2008-12-13T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:45:46.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slipper socks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>eh</title><content type='html'>Today was okay. I never really enjoy being at home all day unless I don't have to do anything. I had plenty to do today though. Didn't get much done. Studied for my english final for what seems like forever. Still working on my index card to help me write my essay the day of the final. I'm feeling a lot more confident about the whole MacBeth portion of the exam (which is an accomplishment because I didn't pay attention a single day he talked about Macbeth). But yea I read the whole play and such and read through all the sparknotes stuff along with my highlighting obsession and study guides. I suppose I'll move onto my 6th period final studying in a bit. That would be government. I'm not nearly as worried for that final as I am for English. In English I have an 89% so I have to do really well whereas in Gov I have a 93%...I don't think it'll go down. &lt;br /&gt;The main reason I don't like being home all day is that I'm with my family and we just fight whenever we are together. Except for this morning when I played wii with my sister for an hour, that was fun. I woke up with Wii Elbow today. I took the liberty of looking up wii elbow on UrbanDictionary.com for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii elbow -&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The pain experienced from playing any wii game (mostly wii sports) for extended periods of time. This mostly deals with wii games that require lots of arm movement. &lt;br /&gt;E.G. I got a horrible case of wii elbow from all that wii tennis yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so my right elbow is really sore. Last night I played for about an hour and a half. I really love the wii. Although I'm mad we can't find our wii sports disc right now. That's obnoxious. I've been craving that game for weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot of junk today. I'm feeling particularly gross. Just because I ate a lot of cookies and stuff. Ick. I want to go exercise but I'm too cold. Good excuse right? I'm also just too lazy. &lt;br /&gt;I was so comfy today even though I was cold. I managed to take a shower and then I just got into sweats and a nice long sleeved thermal, along with slipper socks and uggs. Do you know what slipper socks are? Well I tried to look them up for you on urbandictionary.com but it wasn't in there! Soooo I submitted a definition myself! I'm so excited. I hope it gets published. I check in a few days and tell you if it's up. Ah that's so cool. I'm going to go do some more studying. 12 days until Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-8272612356950060292?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8272612356950060292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/eh.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/8272612356950060292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/8272612356950060292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/eh.html' title='eh'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-567763366023013771</id><published>2008-12-12T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:48:35.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boi</title><content type='html'>here it comes. finals week. oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was so awful. Not as awful stressful as last week but still, pretty lame. I'm getting better at soccer. I'm really happy about it. My coach told me that I'm improving like every day. That's a huge compliment for me because I know people think I suck. I was happy calbie came to my game today. I love when he comes. I don't even care if he's watching. It's just good to have someone there fo you ya know? I got to play most of the game....thank goodness. I'm so embarrassed when I 'm on the bench. My coach told me to be more humble today and it made me really mad. He told me to go shag balls at the end of the field and I told him it was embarrassing enough sitting on the bench. That's when he told me to be more humble. I got really mad inside, but not outwardly, I told him "I'm obviously humble, when you put me on the bench I know that I suck!" yea. lame comeback but whatever. 'Tis true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear back from Cal Poly SLO in the next 3 days. I don't think I'll get in early decision but I hope I do. I'm trying not to get my hopes up. It would be so awesome if i didn't have to worry about college schmidt anymore. Dang I'm nervous. I had one of those odd anxiety mind racing attacks the other night. I just had this overwhelming feeling of fear for next year. Usually it's about school but this time it was about Calbie. I don't really know what's going to happen and I just got really freaked out cuz I love that dude. Like, I don't think we applied to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;any of the same colleges. Scary. He's my best friend so that's really scary. I hope I have at least one person at where ever I end up next year. I think if I have one solid friend along I will be set. Not even solid. Just someone that I know. Yea. Well I have to study for finals all weekend. I have a few of those borderline grades so I have to study my butt off for quite a few classes. ick. Talk to ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-567763366023013771?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/567763366023013771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-boi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/567763366023013771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/567763366023013771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-boi.html' title='oh boi'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-1693246824358316888</id><published>2008-12-01T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:56:32.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Already Tell</title><content type='html'>That I will not be able to blog much at all this week. I know because it's Monday and my planner is almost full. I need to go back to my homework. I'm doing a psychology article summary on "How to get over status anxiety". I suppose we'll see if it applies to me. If you want to read it here's the link http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/index.php?term=20050831-000016&amp;page=1. I haven't read it yet but I'll let you know how it goes. I have a soccer game tomorrow. Now that the whole team is going, I hope I still get to play. We'll just have to see about that one. I'm extremely excited for the D&amp;L concert on Saturday. Still need to get all the logistics worked out but I'm sure it'll be fine. I drew a really awesome snowman in my planner for this week. I actually got multiple compliments on it today. HA. Well well I'll get back to about how this week goes. I sure hope I have time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Dawwg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-1693246824358316888?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1693246824358316888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-already-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/1693246824358316888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/1693246824358316888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-already-tell.html' title='I Can Already Tell'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-4493020129633877512</id><published>2008-11-28T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:24:26.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Got home last night around 10:30 from Nor Cal. That was alright, I got my take home Calc midterm done so I'm feeling slightly more relaxed about this vacay time. I'm really sad the week is coming to an end, I'm dreading school. About 2.5 weeks until finals. Not to mention loads of projects and plenty of soccer games to keep me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my sister had a soccer tournie. I went and got starbucks and brought some to Calbie around 9. Most of his fam was still in their pajamas. Cute. Then I drove Cal and I to what seemed like the middle of nowhere for the tournie. We watched my sistuh's game and then left with my dad. Went to pick up my old doggie from the vet. I'm so sad that my dog is so old, I really don't want him to die but I know it's coming. He's one of those chill dawgs. I absolutely hate those dogs that slobber and jump all over you. I'm so happy Max doesn't do that. Right as I pulled up to my house Calvin showed up. We left almost immediately for westwood to see a movie. We saw Transporter3 and i thoroughly enjoyed it. We went to this really old theatre and ended up sitting in the balcony kinda by accident. Then we got pinkberry and then to westwood music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like going to westwood music and watching Calvin play. Although Calvin never believes me when I say I'm not bored. I think I am a little bored but since it makes Calvin happy I don't really notice, ya know? But I really do like watching him play. He's so talented. I wish I were just good at something meaningful like guitar. I tried taking lessons but I was a failure and didn't like to practice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just got a new office to Cal and I went to check it out and it's really nice. One of my dad's new interns was there who graduated from point loma. It was really interesting to hear what he had to say about the school. He motivated me to get my app done.  He was actually really cute. Calvin even said he was a cutie. Calvin is way cuter tho. We went and ate at CPK. I got the BBQ salad and barely ate any. I was so stuffed from pinkberry cuz cal and I got a huge one. We came back right after and calvin and I played wii for a while but he got frustrated that I was winning. He won almost all the games at his house tho so I consider us even. I'm getting so good at the tank game on WiiPlay. I really wanna beat it with Calvin. He's so good at it. After that we watched this thing on comedy central with dane cook and it was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole portion of my blog was kinna lame unless  you care about every detail of my day. My bad. I wasted so much money on parking today. I'm annoyed. I'm going surfing with Tsunami in the morning (aka Jordan Dickie).  I'm exhausted. More tomorrow. G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-4493020129633877512?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/4493020129633877512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4493020129633877512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/4493020129633877512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-8019079483039610131</id><published>2008-11-24T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:06:25.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blissful Morning</title><content type='html'>This morning I went surfing. While everyone raced around and stressed out about minor problems, I drove to the beach. I wish I were allowed to go by myself sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I loving going with Tsunami but i just wanted to think today. I kinda did. I went off by myself for a bit. Not to think, but to not think. Sometimes I love forgetting everything going on. How else am I supposed to relax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves were pretty perfect. I didn't even try and go for big ones today, I just rode some Shallibu (that's surfer talk for some nice little waves). I've gotten so much better. I got up every time except for like once, and that's just because I was lazy and didn't feel like it. I was also happy it wasn't cold today. I'm not a happy camper when I'm cold. I came home, took a shower, ate ice cream, made myself lunch, and her I am. I'm supposed to finish my college apps today. I finished 5 out of 6 and I'm feeling pretty good about it. I have to go get ready for soccer, hopefully my coaches are in a good mood. Like that ever happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-8019079483039610131?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/8019079483039610131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/blissful-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/8019079483039610131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/8019079483039610131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/blissful-morning.html' title='Blissful Morning'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-1127507078133220738</id><published>2008-11-24T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:57:09.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>Calbie will be mad about this blog because it has apologies. He does not like  excuses or apologies for things you are unable to control. At least I think that's the gist of his philosophy. Which he of course learned from Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Sorry for not blogging for eternity. If you understood the extent of my activities last week, you would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Sorry for being lame and having to make an excuse for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have cleared that out of the way, onward...march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, I had a "girls night". {(Does the period go inside the quotes? eff AP English).} Any who, this was one of those nights you go into not exactly sure what is going to happen, nor how deep it may get. I was the only one who cried. &lt;br /&gt;I've been a mess lately. I've overextended myself but I feel like there's nothing I can give up (see "Soccer"). Whenever I have these girl nights or I talk with one of my close friends it seems like I'm the whole night becomes about me. The root of my problems is always the same (see "Discover"). I've been told that this root is where the devil gets his foothold in my life. That is, my insecurity. I'm really good at getting my mind to start racing with  worst case scenarios. I know it bothers people around me because sometimes I say the scenarios out loud. I've definitely been criticized for worrying. This of course just makes me feel worse. I don't want to be told I'm worrying to much. I know I am. I want to be told everything is going to be fine. No one says that to me. (Why?) Girls night almost made me feel worse. Knowing how awesome and easy everyone else feels, or how amazing all their relationships are going gosh. Makes me wanna barf. How you feel is one big mind battle. Everything can seem fine but if your mind is always racing with guilt and anxiety, how can you really feel happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Since my last blog, I was not planning on playing soccer. Last week I gave in and now I'm playing. Probably a bad choice but I took it up again for numerous reasons. I was feeling out of shape mainly, and I know I'm happier when I exercise. Soccer is just really stressful because I'm not one of those all-star amazing athletes. I wouldn't say I'm bad but by the way my coaches and teammates talk to me, you might think I'm horrible. I always try so hard but I feel like I'm always disappointing my team, even at practice. I have practice at 2 today and then a scrimmage tomorrow. Calbie said he would come to my game tomorrow. I'm never sure if I play better or worse when he comes. I know it makes some sort of difference.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a lot about myself in the past couple of months. Mainly that I'm probably the most insecure person I know. I know I'm not being fake but it makes me feel fake. Like, if i feel like crying at school of course I'm not going to. Does that mean I'm fake? I'm not sure. I was really low on sleep considering I had to be at school for "zero period" nearly everyday last week. That's definitely why I was so emotional. I need my sleep. I don't think it's so much that being low on sleep causes problems, it just makes them more apparent because of my lack of REM. I guess I'm just mad at myself because I feel like the way that I feel is not in control. I wish I didn't care about half the stuff I do. I know it really bothers Calbie and it makes me feel like crap. I mean, there's a couple of things I'm insecure about all the time. It just puts me down and I can never be confident in a relationship. I feel like anything could be ripped out of my hands in an instant. I don't know what I would do, it just freaks me out. I care too much about every little thing because I know all the horrible things it could cause. I just want it to stop. Basically I was told all I can do is pray more. So maybe you could pray for that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College.&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable how fast this year is going. I know I'm not ready for college but I don't think I will ever be. It's approaching so fast. Midterms will be her in a just weeks. Oh brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Next Time.&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-1127507078133220738?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/1127507078133220738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/apology.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/1127507078133220738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/1127507078133220738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-718325375881107816</id><published>2008-11-06T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:26:36.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overcommitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What a week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SRO0px-TgGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yQbJmSHoReg/s1600-h/l_5c3c3f50f8ec2ea803a20a02d2ad65a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SRO0px-TgGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yQbJmSHoReg/s200/l_5c3c3f50f8ec2ea803a20a02d2ad65a2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265751019208540258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;I love when a busy week finally feels like it's coming to an end. I'm procrastinating right now from doing my english homework yet I'm enjoying myself just the same. Someone said something that struck me today. They told me, "Don't you think you have to much on your plate?" I wearily replied that I do yet I have already made commitments and cannot give anything up.&lt;br /&gt;That seems to be how life is at the moment, too much. If I were playing soccer this year I probably would've died by now (joking). I'm not looking for pity but right now I'm managing student government responsibilities, 3 AP courses (including calculus), after school tutoring, math lab, work, college apps, parents, siblings, stress, anxiety (mostly because of college apps), film club, and a whole bunch of other crap I can't even remember. Sometimes  I begin to wonder what the point is. Why does everyone keep saying what I do right now determines the rest of my life? Don't people know how nerve-racking that feels? My boyfriend Calvin and I were talking on the phone about this the other night. Does it really matter what we accomplish on Earth? Outside of the spiritual part of things what really matters? We concluded that God gave each of gifts, and he expects us to use them. Of course our primary purpose is to spread the gospel, but God also expects us to manage our responsibilities. This of course does not mean we are supposed to overcommit like I have, I'm merely saying we can not waste our lives away. Why does my boyfriend practice guitar, why does this passion consume so much of his time? This is the way Calvin is built. God gave him passion and ability for guitar. It is all about how Calvin decides to use this ability. No matter what, our abilities need to be glorifying God, in everything and anything. So now that I am overcommited I need to buckle down and accept the fact that what's done is done. I need to give my life, my day, my time to God and He'll help me get done what I need to and help me to trust that everything is in his will. He won't let me fall and if you allow him control in your life he won't let you fall either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-718325375881107816?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/718325375881107816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/718325375881107816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/718325375881107816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-week.html' title='What a week.'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SRO0px-TgGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/yQbJmSHoReg/s72-c/l_5c3c3f50f8ec2ea803a20a02d2ad65a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4151484755406418358.post-5518031747593782123</id><published>2008-11-03T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:17:17.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polls'/><title type='text'>Obbie's Mayhem Introduction</title><content type='html'>Hello there. My name is Abbie and this is my new blog. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to talk about. My boyfriend has a blog on blogspot at www.what-light.blogspot.com. I love commenting on his and I figured I would my own blogging skills a shot. This is going to be my public journal I'm guessing. I plan on venting here as to deter my complaints from people around me. I also predict it will be slightly humorous considering the events that take place in my life. You'll quickly learn i am very sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Obbie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering why it is called Obbie's Mayhem as opposed to Abbie's Mayhem. I choose Obbie because it is my pen name. No not really. Got'cha! But really my boyfriend just calls me obbie because one time my name tab looked like it said obbie instead of Abbie. Yea i know, good story. Anywho, I'm 17 and currently a senior at I won't tell you where high school. I'm in the midst of applying to colleges and I'm extremely involved at my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First actual blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've gotten acquainted and can actually blog. I'll start by telling you a little about my day. So tomorrow I'm working in the polls. YES the National election is tomorrow. Ironic, considering I'm not even eligible to vote (refer back to my age).  I've been looking forward to tomorrow considering it is a momentous day in the history of the United States. A black man or a women VP. Either way, we are in for some record breaking. (Please do not be offended by my use of the word "black" but he is technically not African American so I do not really know how else to say it).....Anyways. I'm nervous for my poll working tomorrow because the plethora of situations that may arise. You may not realize it but people speaking any number of languages are allowed to vote along with those who have all sorts of disabilities. I'm honestly nervous to encounter those people. Not because I'm scared of them. Oh no. More because I'm afraid I will not be able to help adequately and I definitely do not want anyone to get mad at me. So I'm in the midst of make up work because I know I will not have time for homework tomorrow (I'm expected at the polls from 6 am - 9:30 pm). Don't forget to vote! SO I'll leave you with that and blog again later. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4151484755406418358-5518031747593782123?l=obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/feeds/5518031747593782123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/obbies-mayhem-introduction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/5518031747593782123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4151484755406418358/posts/default/5518031747593782123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://obbiesmayhem.blogspot.com/2008/11/obbies-mayhem-introduction.html' title='Obbie&apos;s Mayhem Introduction'/><author><name>Abbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12021535017300511912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W4aLRhG6MZE/SZuVJXrlCtI/AAAAAAAAACA/z41ogjhxZ3E/S220/2205_4500181301554426883_1021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
