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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Wal-mart always sounds fun until you are actually there.</description><title>Really.</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @ilobyou)</generator><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Hay. (Taken with instagram)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxvayt9o6j1qbub08o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hay. (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagr.am"&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/15919344837</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/15919344837</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 20:32:53 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Camellia party (Taken with instagram)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxvacvC4jm1qbub08o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camellia party (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagr.am"&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/15918591277</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/15918591277</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 20:19:43 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Magical air.  (Taken with instagram)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxt674TbOq1qbub08o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Magical air.  (Taken with &lt;a href="http://instagr.am"&gt;instagram&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/15847359335</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/15847359335</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 16:54:40 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>blogshmlog</title><description>&lt;p&gt;If this is an obligation I will never do it. Sort of like my homework that I am literally avoiding like the plague. The Black Plague. My homework. I&amp;#8217;m sitting here staring at this textbook, and I wouldn&amp;#8217;t mind if it bursted into flames. Actually I wouldn&amp;#8217;t mind for about the first 3 minutes of burning, and then I would no doubt realize that I can&amp;#8217;t finish my course without it which would lead to feelings of great remorse and regret. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All of this time alone this summer has been weird. I don&amp;#8217;t even feel like talking about it, but I can sum it up by saying I&amp;#8217;m bored, but I have a ton of things to do&amp;#8230;so like&amp;#8230;I guess I&amp;#8217;m figuring out how to deal with that. I need a schedule. And a kitten. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wish that I didn&amp;#8217;t need to learn anything more about literacy. 3 more classes after these two. Then I am OFF schooling for a while. Like. Come on. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have learned that I must look at everything in a positive way or life is pretty negative and sad. There&amp;#8217;s my two sense for the evening for anyone who cares, or anyone who is exposed to this writing which is noone because I never write. Might be a good idea to start. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/6706337226</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/6706337226</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 20:40:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Revelations</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I can honestly say that right now is the weirdest time of my entire life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I never thought that the time after college would be such a gigantic transition. I thought that going from classes to a job would be easy, and that living in an apartment while I did it would be the best ever. I was wrong. This transition period is such a debilitating experience. I can already tell that this is the time where people grow up and learn those life lessons that you don&amp;#8217;t understand as a teenager, or even college student. I&amp;#8217;m learning that having a big group of friends isn&amp;#8217;t logical as an adult, and that the true friends are the ones that stick around. I&amp;#8217;ve learned that severed relationships are sometimes necessary, and that strength in yourself is the most important. I&amp;#8217;m learning how to be truly &amp;#8220;alone&amp;#8221; for the first time in my entire life.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By alone, I mean making huge life decisions by myself. I&amp;#8217;ve realized over the past couple of months that I am devoid of any knowlege of self-sufficiency, and I admit, I am a bit ashamed. I have never had to clean up after myself..I have never had to wash clothes or dishes.. I have never had to work.. I have never had to make important phone calls&amp;#8230;. I have never had to do anything that makes me uncomfortable or unhappy. While I consider myself very very very lucky for having a family who let me live a beautiful, fantastic life, I am a little overwhelmed with all of the learning experiences I am having to go through now as a self-sufficient adult. I learn something new, whether it be at my job or at my apartment, every day. The mundain things are the things people like me don&amp;#8217;t know how to do- for instance, when washing multiple loads of clothes (because I let myself get to where I have multple loads of clothes- example in itself,) are you allowed to go to bed whilst one load is in the wash? What happens when it stops and I am in deep slumber? How long is it allowed to sit there, wet, before mildewing? This is just one of the many things I&amp;#8217;ve had to ask my sweet friends to explain to me&amp;#8230;and this probably wasn&amp;#8217;t the best, most ridiculous example, but it was the first that popped into my head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m having so many life revelations lately, and I feel like God is shaking me up so I can get it focused on Him. I&amp;#8217;ve struggled with my career choices for the past four years, and after working at a law firm directly after college, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I am supposed to be a teacher. My scores on the Praxis tests may tell me differently (we will see on September 8,) but I just feel so lead to be a teacher. I have been so, and I hate to say this, JEALOUS of all of the new teachers starting their experiences this year, and I can&amp;#8217;t wait until it&amp;#8217;s me that starts the school year with my own classes of students.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s weird how things slowly fall into place, and I feel like my journey is nowhere near over, but I am thrilled with the new things I&amp;#8217;m learning about myself every day. I have a beautiful relationship with a beautiful person- I have great friends- and I am slowly becomming the person I will be. It&amp;#8217;s weird becomming a &amp;#8220;grown-up,&amp;#8221; and I think it always will be, but I&amp;#8217;m learning that I&amp;#8217;m ready.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/938029090</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/938029090</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 14:21:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>And we're on in 5-4-3-2.....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m coming back with a blogging vengeance. I&amp;#8217;ll give you time to prepare yourself. In a couple of days&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;blog nation 2010.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;bye.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/859460832</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/859460832</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 23:06:34 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Fated to Pretend</title><description>&lt;p&gt;So. Done with school. Weirdest feeling ever.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I went for a job interview today, and I feel pretty good about it. Crossing my fingers that everything goes well as it is ABSOLUTELY necessary that I find a place to live and live there and prosper as an independant person. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Getting things together for Masters program is annoying. ANNOYING.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Things I need:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A pool. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yandon to be with me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Job.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Also, I need something to do tonight. I&amp;#8217;m so bored.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Will write later. About to do it up oldschool and burn some cds.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/614306183</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/614306183</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 18:48:12 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Dunzo.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m finished with undergrad. I don&amp;#8217;t ever have to go to school again if I don&amp;#8217;t want to.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;But I think I do. Masters? Maybe.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/577464930</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/577464930</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 21:05:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Misfits.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;For this to be my last week of school, I&amp;#8217;m in a pretty funk state of mind currently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So much work to be done- so little time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;My people are the misfits&lt;br/&gt;I won’t let you down &lt;br/&gt;I’m dizzy from whatever we’ve just passed around&lt;br/&gt;I bleed for the moments when you’re here and we’re all around&lt;br/&gt;Tick tick, tell me where the time goes&lt;br/&gt;Oh life, you know it moves much too slow&lt;br/&gt;Tick tick, tell me where the time goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1u282pvmw1qb7tfy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/567306575</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/567306575</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 23:56:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>...patterns your parents designed.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Tonight I went GEOCACHING. For those of you (the probably 3 people that read this) that don&amp;#8217;t know what Geocaching is, it&amp;#8217;s basically an application on Iphones that leads you to little presents hidden around whereever you are with hints and such- a scavenger hunt, of sorts. People just hide little presents around town and you find them and sign your name. We found 2 for 5 that we looked for, so we weren&amp;#8217;t totally successful, but I would venture to say it was probably one of the coolest things ever&amp;#8230;in the world&amp;#8230;ever. Had a great time- look forward to doing it again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here&amp;#8217;s a thought I had today whilst listening to some &amp;#8220;Of Montreal&amp;#8221; (thanks Landon): most of the things we do in society are just things that we&amp;#8217;ve always done. We don&amp;#8217;t even stop to think about whether or not there is a better way to do things, or even if half of the things we do are necessary. I&amp;#8217;ll tell you this- there is usually a better way, and most of the things we do aren&amp;#8217;t necessary- subconcious obligations. I bet if the entire population of this world we live in decided to just do what they do and to put aside the usual, things would A. run a lot more smoothly B. be a lot more fun and C. make a lot more sense to those of us that think about it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Speaking of obligations&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The other day, I thought about the concept of obligation- and I think when it really gets down to it, feeling obligated to do something- like going to someone&amp;#8217;s wedding, for instance, even if you don&amp;#8217;t want to- is making that event about you. In other words, I think obligation is a selfish feeling. Sure, it&amp;#8217;s important to be at these events to support your peers, but if you are going for the mere fact that you feel like you have to, you are involving yourself a little too much in someone&amp;#8217;s life, if you ask me. I don&amp;#8217;t want anyone to feel obligated to be at anything I ever have- I want people to genuinely want to be there. Obligation is a consequence of thoughts I mentioned above. We do things because we are supposed to (obligated to.) Yep. aaannnnddd AHthankyouuu.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So yeah. Those are a few things that braved the depths of my mind this fine evening.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;cool. other, less thoughtful things:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I wore a flannel shirt today. Yes, it&amp;#8217;s your shirt. No, you are never getting it back. You know who you are.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;(It&amp;#8217;s Landon&amp;#8217;s. I just really felt like being ambiguous. Also, I just really felt like using the word &amp;#8220;ambiguous.&amp;#8221;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Goodnight, world. I&amp;#8217;m going to rot my brain with some South Park.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/560258477</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/560258477</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 02:01:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>It is later, I am not writing more.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It is later, I am not writing more.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/557860351</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/557860351</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 02:58:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>***</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m going to eat mexican right now. It is absolutely necessary to my survival.  Lots of people have annoyed me today.  I have a debilitating crick in my neck and it is making me very sad.  Landon yelled a lot in his sleep last night. I thought it was hilarious.  Ok. I will write more later.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/556847166</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/556847166</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 18:40:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I just discovered Widgets, and as nerdy as it sounds, I don&amp;#8217;t feel like my life will ever be...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I just discovered Widgets, and as nerdy as it sounds, I don&amp;#8217;t feel like my life will ever be the same&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&lt;br/&gt;
I&amp;#8217;m a moron for thinking an Iphone was smarter than an actualy Mac computer&amp;#8230;.my fault.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I hate when people smack their food. If you smack your food, don&amp;#8217;t come my way.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I also hate getting my oil changed&amp;#8230;did that today.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;K. Done. Goodbye.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/555218146</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/555218146</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 01:28:52 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Magic.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am so ready to escape the petty B.S. that is college. Though it makes me feel old, I&amp;#8217;m so ready to move on to the next phase of life that I can&amp;#8217;t even deal with it. Maybe it&amp;#8217;s the possibilities that await upon graduation. I would say my only negative feelings of life are all connected to college at this point. Off it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;On a positive note, I had a pretty cool weekend with my two faves. It was pretty &amp;#8220;magical&amp;#8221; one might say. I can&amp;#8217;t wait until those days are more frequent.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m off to work on my Spanish presentation. Perhaps I will write a little more later.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Until then:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1ijh50k031qb7tfy.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/552245357</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/552245357</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 22:14:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Ahh.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;There is nothing that makes me more excited than the idea that I will spend the rest of my life with my best friend. I can&amp;#8217;t wait.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My love life is a romantic comedy complete with the two best friends who eventually fall for each other and live happily ever after&amp;#8230; don&amp;#8217;t be jealous. Or do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thank you life, for being really really cool right now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/532718659</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/532718659</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 03:15:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Andalusia Shmadalusia</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I spent my weekend with my best friend, Dustin in a little place called Andalusia, AL this weekend. I&amp;#8217;ve missed him so much and it was such a breath of fresh air to be able to spend time with him again (he has been living in NYC since January.) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We had lots of good conversation in our travels. To recap everything we talked about would be impossible, but it was really incredible. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve got Landon on my mind. I miss him. Summer days together will be perfection.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I just realized that my &amp;#8220;summer days&amp;#8221; do not end in August&amp;#8230;In 4 weeks I will be done with school forever&amp;#8230;.I&amp;#8217;m getting older&amp;#8230; Yikes.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#8217;t wait until I&amp;#8217;m better at this blog thing.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/514626473</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/514626473</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 22:36:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Today my teacher told us she caught someone who had committed plagiarism. Even though I know...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Today my teacher told us she caught someone who had committed plagiarism. Even though I know it&amp;#8217;s not me, I have been nauseous all day. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/469514644</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/469514644</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 00:41:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>I decided to start my new blog with something...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzpq95snTE1qbub08o1_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to start my new blog with something beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You’re welcome.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/466951602</link><guid>http://ilobyou.tumblr.com/post/466951602</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 22:15:05 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
