<?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-3950026420438548611</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:38:06.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobstoppers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-2980015583205428870</id><published>2010-04-16T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:25:46.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of a Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear blogger blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep writing about struggling with an ending relationship and struggling with going through with a new one. Well, finally I have confronted both problems. My old boyfriend currently cant message me in anyway unless he comes over to see me. And the guy I went on a few dates with turned out to not have a girlfriend just a creepy neighbor who likes to say she loves him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With my struggling ex boyfriend I blocked him from everything I could think of. If he cant say something nice then he can't say nothing at all. While this was happening I still continued to go on dates and slowly stopped thinking about my old boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night I went out with the date, lets call him James. It was a good night, as it turns out my old boyfriend came to my place asking for me and my roommate told him I was with James. According to my roommate he said he started to look sad and said "oh yeah, she hangs out with him alot?", my roommate replied "Yeah lately she has"...Finally what I was looking for from him I finally got but wasn't interested in anymore. He told my roommate he missed me and was coming down to ask me to get back together, I spent three weeks trying to work things out with him and was treated like shit. He told me if I wanted him back I couldn't hang out with Ash, so I chose Ash over him. As Ash says "Bros before Hoes". I'm just so glad finally I am over him, when I found out he wanted to get back together I laughed, I didn't regret hanging out with James. And I have finally found closure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-2980015583205428870?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/2980015583205428870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=2980015583205428870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/2980015583205428870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/2980015583205428870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-of-chapter.html' title='End of a Chapter'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-4121043248458622492</id><published>2010-04-11T16:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:33:39.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi New Banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Originally Ash had made me a banner, now that I've managed learn some photo shoppin' skills/cheats I spruced it up a bit, added a new font and a lipstick mark. I'm totally diggin' it are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My new single soul is getting used to it. I'm finding I'm having a great time just being single. I found that I really do have a great roommate, and in my opinion 1/5 ain't to shabby. Last night we completely Jamaican showered(non sexual) then just chilled and she talked about how awesome I was and how easy I was to talk to. A lot of people say that so I guess its true. I wish they could solve some of my problems though, but I'm not really complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since it has stopped snowing I'm finding that weather is nice and I'm feeling a lot better about myself. I've gained quite a lot of weight since starting college but I've been told I was too skinny. With all my weight gain its pretty much gone to the good spots anyways so I'm alright with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got college exams all week  and I haven't felt like studying lately. I hope I start soon, I'm getting pretty nervous about the exam. I hope I can pull it all off. Anyways, good night for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-4121043248458622492?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/4121043248458622492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=4121043248458622492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/4121043248458622492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/4121043248458622492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2010/04/semi-new-banner.html' title='Semi New Banner'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-4611926324875895907</id><published>2010-04-10T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:30:35.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pas Encore, Pas Encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets just say..Its been maybe two weeks and I'm still looking for it. I've run into a few problems while looking for this though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went on a "datey" thing last night, it was alright but their is certain problems with it. I've known this guy for awhile hes a class mate of mine and I wouldn't consider him my type. Theres 2 problems this him. One being he's got himself into a nice criminal record..which had him under house arrest for quite sometime. Apparently he "smashed" the face in of some guy and the guy needed plastic surgery to fix it. That sort of thing makes this guy not my type. I believe violence is never the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My second problem is while on facebook I've noticed another female always writing on his wall saying stuff like "I love you" or "I miss you and am so glad to be with you". I've sort of questioned him about it since he seems like hes going after me. He just says he is single. So now I don't know what to do.. I hung out with him last night and we had some ..relations, but I find myself extremely guilty. I completely think its wrong to cheat on someone and I wouldn't want his maybe girlfriend to get hurt or for me to cause any drama. So for now I guess im stuck making a decision about this. I don't want to hurt anyone and I definitely don't want to be hurt myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-4611926324875895907?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/4611926324875895907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=4611926324875895907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/4611926324875895907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/4611926324875895907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2010/04/pas-encore-pas-encore.html' title='Pas Encore, Pas Encore'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-3944352863209294485</id><published>2010-04-07T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:48:28.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On another note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To sum up the previously previous post..I did end up technically finding a prom date, except my parents had gotten into that huge fight so I should up to prom shit faced my date avoided me and I made out with a girl for at least an hour. Interesting night, I made alot of friends after that just not the crowd I want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To sum more up. Me and Ash sort of drifted apart for a few months but I've seen him a fair amount this month which is great due to the fact I moved 3 hours away for college. We have sort of made plans to go across Canada for about a month and a half I really hope it works out, it seems like a great experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To sum more x2 up. I'm in college for culinary I freaking hate it, I get all nervous and worked up before I go to class and was told I have anxiety attacks. But soon that will change, I'll go back to living with my parents...no bed this time. And I will hopefully spend the next 2 months as a paper pusher or some office job that perhaps a monkey could pull off. I want something like this because my next course goes into business then hopefully go into university for that. The thought of me going to university makes my parents laugh. They don't think I can do it but I think I've become a hard worker lately and may be able to pull it off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-3944352863209294485?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/3944352863209294485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=3944352863209294485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/3944352863209294485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/3944352863209294485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-another-note.html' title='On another note...'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-6299525012964076064</id><published>2010-04-06T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:15:23.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life....And a Theory on Relationships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, I Haven't blogged in a year. So to catch myself up on my bloggingness and my life. I'm currently in college for culinary. Right now it sucks I hate it I'm so stressed that sometimes I just want to come home just to cry. I also have a bunch of other problems, like roommates..Fuck them who needs them. I used to be really shy before college but now anymore I guess thats the only real good part about college, that and alot of life lessons learned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So another story, I met a guy and dated him for almost 8 months. We were about to move in together and I had gotten completely prepared to move in with him, I even gave away my bed since we were going to move in and would need a much bigger one. Right at the end after almost all apartment paperwork was completed he changed his mind and he ended up breaking up with me. I'll admit its a slap in the face, but for the most part I've tried to hold my head high and not let it get to me although sometimes I have some break downs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through all of this drama we have managed to hang out just like we used to and I keep hoping that maybe we ill get back together but I know I'm wasting my time. Every time I ask him he says maybe and that we have to work on things. But after he says stuff like this he starts to say things like I'm not working on the relationship or that I don't seem like I want to get back together with him. To be honest I think this is total bullshit I ask him all the time if there is even a chance and I really started to think I should just stop trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So today I decided I'm just going to move on from all this, plenty of fish in the sea. Today I made some healthy choices and did of thinking I've started to realize that a relationship is like a tattoo, everyone tells you not to get this "tattoo" and for the most part we do it anyways. After awhile we start to realize this "tattoo" really isn't working out but its on us and it will be hard to get off. As any tattoo, it is a scar on your body or in this case your heart. The only way of getting rid of it is covering it with a new design aka another person or you can remove it, which often can take a lot of treatment and healing. I think my tattoo is too big to cover, so I'm going to remove it. I don't know what image this tattoo has but I know it wasn't my best choices in design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-6299525012964076064?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/6299525012964076064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=6299525012964076064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/6299525012964076064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/6299525012964076064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2010/04/lifeand-theory-on-relationships.html' title='Life....And a Theory on Relationships.'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-8248887147658281715</id><published>2009-01-11T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:26:36.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy...</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm not on much I always forget my password then just give up trying to get in. I really do make my passwords to complicated, But maybe thats just a good thing. So as far as this school year has been going I think I liked last year better...Really not sure how to start this up and start writing again. I met this guy, lets call him Beans. He's in my english class and sits in front my of and I sit far in the back. So in september Beans was rolling a joint in his desk and I couldn't help but laugh..his filter sucked. Beans asked for my cell number which I then gave him and I began the 4-5 month journey of smoking a lot of pot. Course I guess I could consider Beans a friend which realy he is. We laugh, talk, ..he kissed me a few times..Then got another girl friend ..But I'm fine with that. But me smoking pot almost everyday has opened me up to meeting new people yet I'm finding my grades slowly slipping away and some past friends looking down on me. Which to be honest the friends I don't care for much anyways. I like to talk to the people I like to talk to and sometimes I feel like I am constantly hushed. And Beans doesn't do that. He likes when I speak my mind. Probably cause I tend to point out what people think about and never mention. But Beans is someone to talk to. I guess I don't talk to Ash as much wish I did but hes got new friends and unless I'm high its pretty hard to get me talking to new people. Anyways I've done my fair share of stupid things with guys this year. Lets see I noodled with a guy, lets call him Zebra..He basically led me on enoguh so he can get off then stop talking to me a few weeks later. He walked past me in the hall the other day I smiled and said Hey Zebra and he just walekd past me. I guess when you fuck someone you forget who they are. Either way I shouted back asshole. He knows who he is..Fuck you Zebra.&lt;br /&gt;Another encouter was with Indiana Jones... I was high...He wasn't. Spoke to him the next day and he was like I like some girl. And I was like ....good to know buddy..Guess thats my life..I get high..I whore up..and I stress about the fucking prom way to much. I don't want to go alone. Please for fuck sakes if there is a god out there ask him to find me someone I like. And get me a pretty dress..I deserve to sparkle atleast one night a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-8248887147658281715?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/8248887147658281715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=8248887147658281715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/8248887147658281715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/8248887147658281715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy.html' title='Busy...'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-8547329526714337395</id><published>2008-09-23T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:26:16.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you only knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SNlQx8N0YiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BqtGYpz4W74/s1600-h/SSPX0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249315659584922146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SNlQx8N0YiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BqtGYpz4W74/s320/SSPX0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SNlQDtBD05I/AAAAAAAAABA/bxFnYIy2suM/s1600-h/SSPX0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It surprised me how much work it took to wrap a present but I started it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and after about 20 minutes of putting up a fight with the hotpink ducktape. But I won..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SNlQe86pbdI/AAAAAAAAABI/XMqNwwfRVvI/s1600-h/SSPX0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249315333355433426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SNlQe86pbdI/AAAAAAAAABI/XMqNwwfRVvI/s320/SSPX0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-8547329526714337395?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/8547329526714337395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=8547329526714337395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/8547329526714337395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/8547329526714337395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-only-knew.html' title='If you only knew...'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SNlQx8N0YiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BqtGYpz4W74/s72-c/SSPX0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-6783644506676758176</id><published>2008-09-01T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:52:18.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...I Lied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I said I was back, then forgot again. Of course I did. I say something and never really do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;But I'm determined to write in this blog a lot more starting ...now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Things on my mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ash's Birthday Present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Boys..(But not really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ash's birthday is coming up. And hes a really hard guy to shop for. Hes sort of into random things like movies and magic and stuff. That's not random. But things I don't know about, which makes him hard to shop for. But finally, I've thought of the perfect present or at least I thought I did. I half want to tell him just because I'm good at ruining it. But threes also a major chance its a really stupid gift. But we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Work, I love and hate it. I spend 6 hours hating it then when my shifts over and I'm walking home I think to myself. God I love my job. I don't understand why I love it. Its so hot in there, its messy, I come home with all these cuts and scrapes. But somehow I manage to come home with a smile on my face. It could be that I'm happy the shift is over, that makes sense...I don't plan to quit. Although sometimes I think I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;School starts tomorrow. Another year in hell I guess, Every time I start school I tell myself this years going to be a change, something different, maybe I will be better. But really..Nothing changes, friends change, grades change. But somehow I manage to be the quiet shorty I am. Maybe I need to grow. It might help, that or I can talk to people I don't know instead of people I do know. I'll let people see the real me. Not the quiet me that most people see. I guess I'm 2 sided. Ash sees the real me, people in my classes don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;People don't really understand. I was talking to this guy whose shy also (some how we both managed to talk...wow) and he felt the same way. My mind wants me to talk, but my mouth doesn't. Its like half your mind holds you back from saying what you want, while the other half just says "Do it". Eventually the chance of talking goes away and your left with the harsh mental abuse comments in your head. &lt;em&gt;Stupid ass, dummy, you know you could have said something.&lt;/em&gt; Believe me. It sucks. I guess I should work on that, talking to everyone and not giving a damn what they think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Its Monday, September 1st 2008. And things will change. Because now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-Benjamin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-6783644506676758176?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/6783644506676758176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=6783644506676758176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/6783644506676758176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/6783644506676758176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2008/09/soi-lied.html' title='So...I Lied.'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-8975754121750200204</id><published>2008-07-15T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T06:49:17.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Bacck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Miss me? I completely admit to orgetting about my blog. Which is sad since I've done nothing this summer so I probably should be keeping myself busy. I also probably should be leaving the house more often. I've only left the house was to see Ash once and to go to work. Which leads me to my news. I have no life. Its been decided. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I got a job which basically sucks but I guess all jobs suck. I've worked there 3 weeks and so far no pay. Me and my boyfriend broke up which leads me to pretty much hating most people right now. I've started a few fights lately which probably isnt too good. I wouldn't say this is my favourite summer. I sit in a room of purple all day. I'm sure I could leave the house but I hate asking for people to hang out and I dont like calling people. I find it awkward. But I want to go swimming, swimming alone isnt too lonerish is it?..I could bring my brothers...Wow im desperate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've just sorta of babbled today. Usually somethings on my mind. But I think ive had to much time to think things through. I'm sure i'll find something to blog about soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Benjamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-8975754121750200204?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/8975754121750200204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=8975754121750200204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/8975754121750200204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/8975754121750200204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-bacck.html' title='Im Bacck'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-6292014520587880594</id><published>2008-06-06T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:49:05.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because yesterday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SEkWB-Nz7zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NPxOhlbBMHE/s1600-h/zombie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208718667167297330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SEkWB-Nz7zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NPxOhlbBMHE/s320/zombie1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since yesterdays post wasn't too great and everything. I'm not going to post much today. I'm going on a trip today and wont be back till sunday. But here. I found this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-6292014520587880594?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/6292014520587880594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=6292014520587880594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/6292014520587880594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/6292014520587880594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2008/06/because-yesterday.html' title='Because yesterday..'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SEkWB-Nz7zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NPxOhlbBMHE/s72-c/zombie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-2882710885167000669</id><published>2008-06-05T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:37:33.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God damn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ever feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; is trying to hurt you? Like they find that one small thing in your life and twist it so bad that you can't help but cry. And now matter how hard to try to not cry you cry even louder. Its worse when that person not only tries to make you cry but they talk down to you in a manner of making you feel like shit and you feeling like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is to far away so why not end your life today. Wow that rhymed I must be a poet. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not my point. But some people god if I was taller I'd smack them so hard. I'm not saying I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt; right now.. Well maybe I am but really it doesn't matter. But sometimes you get that feeling like that ball of anger in your chest and then your eyes get a little sore you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; cry ..no not yet..but then you get one tear and you wipe it away then another then soon your bawling then your face feels dried out and crappy and all you can think about is &lt;em&gt;one tequila two tequila three tequila floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-2882710885167000669?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/2882710885167000669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=2882710885167000669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/2882710885167000669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/2882710885167000669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-damn.html' title='God damn.'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-7835304170570617587</id><published>2008-06-04T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:38:06.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin...The life story.So my</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So lets start off a little introduction here. My name im not sure if I've mentioned is not my name. And then name "Benjamin" was just chosen at random. You see I have all this junk on my desk and after talking to ash about how I should start up a blog I went to the website clicked sign up went through it and where it said I needed a username I looked over and on my desk was this movie "Private Benjamin" and I was like Benjamin that will do. So thats why im Benjamin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So now explaining all this we get to the simple point of why this forum is called Gobstopper. All you really have to do is change the top paragraph words that say "Benjamin" and change them to Gobstopper. See take a look at this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[quote]And then name "Gobstopper" was just chosen at random. You see I have all this junk on my desk and after talking to ash about how I should start up a blog I went to the website clicked sign up went through it and where it said I needed a username I looked over and on my desk was this movie "Private Gobstopper" and I was like Gobstopper that will do.[/quote]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;See it almost makes sense? Up top theres this awesome guitar shirt banner thing? Its pretty cool Ash took the pic and sent it back to me all edited and stuff. I think its awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So my day today, it was pretty boring during the time of 8:30-3:30 but then me and Ash went out to dinner, we to the movie place, go icecream then bussed home because I'm that lazy. After Ash got off the bus the bus stopped for like 10 minutes it was weird I didn't notice till a few minutes later. But I made it home in 2 pieces which is always healthy. See ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-7835304170570617587?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/7835304170570617587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=7835304170570617587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/7835304170570617587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/7835304170570617587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2008/06/benjaminthe-life-storyso-my.html' title='Benjamin...The life story.So my'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-8694684929855505776</id><published>2008-06-03T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T12:51:53.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those secret little conversations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ever walk into a room and see everyone stop talking and look at you? And not only do they look at you but they give you this look that just makes you want to say "Good night everybody" and just walk out of the room. Thats what happend this morning, after waking up dragging myself a few blocks to school I walk in and I get that evil glare that makes you feel so pathetic. So I go sit down and people start talking again but the whole class im wondering what they were looking at. A few hours later I'm in another class hanging with ash (he's got a blog too) and I look a few tables down and people are looking at me and whispering. I think whispering could be considered worse then an evil glare. But atleast with whispering you don't get the awkward silences. But either I feel pathetic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A few things on my mind today, might aswell write them down. Some times I feel like a horrible person. Like I messed with someones emotions. I really don't think I did but sometimes I have those thoughts. Not to long ago I broke up with someone I had been seeing him for about 3 months and I ended it quiet quickly and didnt want to give the reason why. I really thoguht I loved him but about a day later I realised that maybe I didn't and I just thought I did. I got over the relationship so quickly, 4 days later I was with someone else. I know I don't love that someone else. I know I like them alot though and I know the relationship grows everyday. But I still have that feeling that I hurt the other person. People say I should have waited awhile long to be with the person I'm with now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; I guess im impatient and its too late anyways. I can't end a relationship wait a month or so and get together with someone else. I would just be digging myself deeper into a problem. So now I remain happy in my relationship but feel that small hint of guilt. I guess life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-8694684929855505776?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/8694684929855505776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=8694684929855505776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/8694684929855505776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/8694684929855505776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2008/06/those-secret-little-conversations.html' title='Those secret little conversations.'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3950026420438548611.post-7413051042108724483</id><published>2008-06-02T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:16:00.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets just jump into this shall we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ever stop to think and forget to start again? That is basically what just happened to me. I'm starting this blog to basically say whats on my mind. I used to write things down on a note pad about how much I hated every damn thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But I might as well just write it out online. Awhile back I was at this camp. The type of camp where everyone cries near then end. But one of the questions they asked us was "Are you happy with your life?". Of course me being myself answered yes "I'm happy with my life". But after a few days I thought to myself &lt;em&gt;"Am I truly happy with my life?"&lt;/em&gt;. Which still after about 2 months has me thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;If I'm having to wonder if I'm happy with my life then I must not be. Maybe I'm just walking that line of happiness and sadness. So now I have myself thinking, &lt;em&gt;How do I jump to being happier. Is there something I need in life and I don't have?&lt;/em&gt;. I'm sure everyone needs something in life whether its more money or a new camera. There is always something that we think would make us the happiness man alive. But I don't want $1 000 000, and I don't need a hummer. I think helping others and making them happy gives me that sense of pride. Knowing I can make someones life a bit more better makes me sleep better at night. So starting tommorrow I'm making someones life a bit better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Total Edit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;After writing all this down and reading another person blog I came to the conclusion that I could 1) Probably write more. and 2) Maybe write a bit mroe of an introduction. So About myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm BenJamin. I'm a girl (believe it or not). No point knowing my age, I've met 12 year olds more matture then I am. Which I find a tad depressing but lifes no fun with out a little bit of that eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I like speaking my opinions thats one thing you will always hear from me, my opinion. I don't think it matters if you don't agree. I may have shut my brain off again or I might be new at this. Basically in my life I eat sleep and talk. I dont do this much but I really like to go on adventures. Of course this starts to show how immature I really am but if it doesn't matter to me it shouldn't matter to anyone else. But the other day I bused around the city for about 4 hours. People may not think its fun but I certainly enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So I believe this is the start up of my blog. Welcome to my life everybody :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3950026420438548611-7413051042108724483?l=benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/feeds/7413051042108724483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3950026420438548611&amp;postID=7413051042108724483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/7413051042108724483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3950026420438548611/posts/default/7413051042108724483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://benjamin-gobstoppers.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-just-jump-into-this-shall-we.html' title='Lets just jump into this shall we?'/><author><name>Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13891714769674079160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_f2GWCQeaJUo/SES0ri7o74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/6FsHbrSIFy8/S220/lips.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
