<?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-7369411297891697435</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:54:42.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seven.frames</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369411297891697435.post-2770818693353735579</id><published>2008-07-11T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:07:50.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she reminded me of you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHct6CVOG_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/UouAH5V_ZPs/s1600-h/753b9a4337108b7d9c474b5e9b6fb243e6dcbf6f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHct6CVOG_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/UouAH5V_ZPs/s320/753b9a4337108b7d9c474b5e9b6fb243e6dcbf6f_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221692768040918002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; didnt know you were here, and when i found out my heart fell sky high.  i wanted to scream your name and sprint into embracing arms melt into a waltz and fly around the trees.  our sunrise came to mind.  your backbend came to mind. my mind left to find you and yours for the best conversations i ever had. you know exactly the right amount of silence to spread on a blanket for sketching summer romances takes concentration.  funny how my mistakes didnt come to mind.  i saw you there. and i didnt move.  it wasnt really you. but i couldnt take my eyes off you all night.&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/7369411297891697435-2770818693353735579?l=liamssevenframes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/2770818693353735579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369411297891697435&amp;postID=2770818693353735579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/2770818693353735579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/2770818693353735579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/2008/07/she-reminded-me-of-you.html' title='she reminded me of you'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHct6CVOG_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/UouAH5V_ZPs/s72-c/753b9a4337108b7d9c474b5e9b6fb243e6dcbf6f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369411297891697435.post-4734447455540296964</id><published>2008-07-09T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:07:50.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ive never done this before...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHUlikeS0hI/AAAAAAAAABI/RyX6yMaDjU8/s1600-h/661338813_429b702b10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHUlikeS0hI/AAAAAAAAABI/RyX6yMaDjU8/s320/661338813_429b702b10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221120618842477074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;shaving is an interesting thing.  and its something i have to do every once in a while.  im extremely happy i dont have to do it every day though.  but today i woke up with a funny feeling or something.  i'll admit that when i was younger i tried shaving my legs once. it was such an awful experience i only got one leg done.  it was so bad i decided it was better to live with one shaved and one unshaved then to shave the other one.  apparently those memories have faded from my mind because today i decided im going to the beach and i dont wanna look like a woolly mammoth on the legs.  i did choose a different weapon of choice this time for the job though.  first time around i used a regular razor.......i blame it on being young and dumb.  today how ever i went for an electric razor with adjustable height settings.  it took longer then i thought it would honestly, but all in all im pretty happy with the result. i dont know if i will make an everyday habit out of this.  in fact im pretty sure i wont, but atleast now i know that when i wake up with that funny feeling there is something i can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369411297891697435-4734447455540296964?l=liamssevenframes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/4734447455540296964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369411297891697435&amp;postID=4734447455540296964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/4734447455540296964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/4734447455540296964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-never-done-this-before.html' title='ive never done this before...'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHUlikeS0hI/AAAAAAAAABI/RyX6yMaDjU8/s72-c/661338813_429b702b10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369411297891697435.post-3179267475253212349</id><published>2008-07-08T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:07:50.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning transitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHPMb3vILaI/AAAAAAAAABA/7WZiufxNeiY/s1600-h/375969264_4901b1de19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHPMb3vILaI/AAAAAAAAABA/7WZiufxNeiY/s320/375969264_4901b1de19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220741172242689442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mornings are hard.  even when they dont happen in the morning. its 1:30 in the afternoon and im sitting in a haze of puffy eyed just woke up sleep schedule gone wrong fiasco. and the funny thing is im not entirely sure how it happened.  whoops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369411297891697435-3179267475253212349?l=liamssevenframes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/3179267475253212349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369411297891697435&amp;postID=3179267475253212349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/3179267475253212349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/3179267475253212349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-transitions.html' title='morning transitions'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHPMb3vILaI/AAAAAAAAABA/7WZiufxNeiY/s72-c/375969264_4901b1de19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369411297891697435.post-6647676271036437720</id><published>2008-07-07T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:07:50.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes you want to be alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHL7VOxltEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lIg8bhUZq1Q/s1600-h/2067441978_d3b26549a5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHL7VOxltEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lIg8bhUZq1Q/s320/2067441978_d3b26549a5_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220511260237739074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;other times you dont.  i understand that lifeis messy and unplanned, and it gets busy. i know that. i get tired too.  but i long for personal connection.  and i crave friendship.  i get annoyed when im around you to much and i get lonely when i dont see you. lifes complicated.  im complicated.  being around friends is simple, it makes life simple.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369411297891697435-6647676271036437720?l=liamssevenframes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/6647676271036437720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369411297891697435&amp;postID=6647676271036437720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/6647676271036437720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/6647676271036437720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-you-want-to-be-alone.html' title='sometimes you want to be alone'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SHL7VOxltEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lIg8bhUZq1Q/s72-c/2067441978_d3b26549a5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369411297891697435.post-9149058363086961061</id><published>2008-07-05T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:07:50.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sumofeelinfantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SG_VzH475eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SztqDw-z120/s1600-h/2221212280_b972329323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SG_VzH475eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SztqDw-z120/s320/2221212280_b972329323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219625567413593570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;good morning world. i know that it is morning somewhere around you.  and it is to that morning i dedicate this post. i am feeling refreshed and ready to face something.  my day may be a little to much for right now but i think breakfast and a shower may be within my grasp.  i have been struggling with a feeling of complacency and, not boredom to be sure but a feeling of life having so much to offer and none of it for me.  i guess depressed is the word for it but i hate that word.  so im gonna call it sumofeelincrummy.  but this morning my feeling of sumofeelincrummy has changed into one of possibility.  and for that i thank whatever had a hand in the change.  it could have been the six icecream bars ive eaten in the last two days.  and the gelato i had last night, or the pint of ben and jerrys we did in.  but im thinking it was more a mental shift and less of a physical one.  yay world.  day here i come&lt;/span&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/7369411297891697435-9149058363086961061?l=liamssevenframes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/9149058363086961061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369411297891697435&amp;postID=9149058363086961061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/9149058363086961061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/9149058363086961061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/2008/07/sumofeelinfantastic.html' title='sumofeelinfantastic'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SG_VzH475eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SztqDw-z120/s72-c/2221212280_b972329323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369411297891697435.post-4184902705348330408</id><published>2008-07-04T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:07:51.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are to many lights in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SG7ms4i3EsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/waz6fdnVkBA/s1600-h/914203120_6bb30bc08a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SG7ms4i3EsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/waz6fdnVkBA/s320/914203120_6bb30bc08a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219362676936217282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i spend entirely to much time in front of the computer.  bummer.  but not only that when i go to take a break from my computer, i go site in front of the tv. and when i want a night out to relax, i go watch a movie.  and if im on the go im looking things up on my iphone.  im not sure why i do this.  maybe i am just a bug after all attracted to the light.  i mainly just wanted an excuse to post something with a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7369411297891697435-4184902705348330408?l=liamssevenframes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/4184902705348330408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369411297891697435&amp;postID=4184902705348330408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/4184902705348330408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/4184902705348330408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-are-to-many-lights-in-my-life.html' title='there are to many lights in my life'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SG7ms4i3EsI/AAAAAAAAAAo/waz6fdnVkBA/s72-c/914203120_6bb30bc08a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369411297891697435.post-6961161735460745750</id><published>2008-05-25T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T20:41:56.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i live a half life. one of the reasons i decided to be an actor is because i get to be so many things. that was one of the best parts of becoming an actor. i can be a lawyer and doctor a police man a special agent. i get all the girls and i have the coolest stuff.  i can be a murderer and yell and scream my head off. and get paid for it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i now realize i dont really get to be anything.  i never get to train to be an astronaut.  i never really know the logic of a scientist that i play.  i only know the words. and they arent even my own.  i pretend all day long and dont get to stop. i change my reality daily.  i cant really make a difference past when they yell "cut".  and the girl always leaves my arms on "cut" to return to first position and temp me all over again.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&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/7369411297891697435-6961161735460745750?l=liamssevenframes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/6961161735460745750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369411297891697435&amp;postID=6961161735460745750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/6961161735460745750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/6961161735460745750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/2008/05/half-life.html' title='half life'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369411297891697435.post-4726617296444413202</id><published>2008-05-18T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:28:55.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>foot wear is really a choice for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;like if you wear flip flops its like saying hope i dont get chased today. note to self, be nice to people in sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;location is really a choice for friendships.  the more time that goes by the less i hear from friends across the country.  the more i try to keep up with them the more i realize im actually falling behind and in danger of losing them all together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;were do you find the balance between absence makes the heart grow fonder and out of sight out of mind? should i just accept that 2000 miles is to much distance for constant conversation to travel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;technology has made communicating across vast distances effortless. once i click post you could read this in china just as soon as you could if you were my neighbor. it has also made physical communication priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i miss face face and i dont even know it.  i move when touched because i am not used to it.  i cant interact with groups because normally its just me and my computer.  i cant say what i mean in person because i dont have the time to think about it like i do when i typing or texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thank you for allowing me to communicate with my brothers and sisters across the world. i blame you for making me used to lonely knowledge and interaction.&lt;br /&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/7369411297891697435-4726617296444413202?l=liamssevenframes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/4726617296444413202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369411297891697435&amp;postID=4726617296444413202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/4726617296444413202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/4726617296444413202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/2008/05/foot-wear-is-really-choice-for-day.html' title='foot wear is really a choice for the day'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7369411297891697435.post-1515561684175673501</id><published>2008-05-15T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T20:16:23.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>start here, good luck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...prescript warning... i will not be using capitol letters in this blog.  nor will grammar restrain my thought process.  or any of those other things i didnt learn in school that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;im supposed to do when i write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i worked on several opening lines and deleted all but this one. i tried to sound clever and i tried to sound funny. i don't know about you, but i know about me that i am tired of prepared openings with planned endings. i am building pressure waiting to explode with spontaneous(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i know thats not grammatically correct, i did it on purpose&lt;/span&gt;). genuine is what i want to be.  there will be no "how are you?"s with "good" as the only answer in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/7369411297891697435-1515561684175673501?l=liamssevenframes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/feeds/1515561684175673501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7369411297891697435&amp;postID=1515561684175673501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/1515561684175673501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7369411297891697435/posts/default/1515561684175673501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liamssevenframes.blogspot.com/2008/05/start-here-good-luck.html' title='start here, good luck.'/><author><name>liam.smith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08804035701262819692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_14rLtqN_4wA/SC00_lf8u4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8yqGRpAq-xI/S220/Liam+7+of+12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
