<?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-1620764073603772844</id><updated>2012-01-01T21:26:04.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share's Sharing</title><subtitle type='html'>"The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about." -Oscar Wilde</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7887405226116192619</id><published>2009-06-30T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:12:13.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, June 30th</title><content type='html'>it won't last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7887405226116192619?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7887405226116192619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7887405226116192619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7887405226116192619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7887405226116192619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuesday-june-30th.html' title='Tuesday, June 30th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5506058275130659415</id><published>2009-06-08T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:48:52.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, June 8th</title><content type='html'>Blaming it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol. Especially the vodka.&lt;br /&gt;I'm retarded.&lt;br /&gt;I have no phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5506058275130659415?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5506058275130659415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5506058275130659415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5506058275130659415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5506058275130659415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-june-8th.html' title='Monday, June 8th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-206469497606197914</id><published>2009-05-31T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:03:10.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, May 31st</title><content type='html'>I feel like I need to write something, I'm just not quite sure what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could stop being the emotional female for once... I wish you were here. I wish I could text you and be like YO, when are you free next? Let's get ice cream, sit on my sundeck and catch up. I wish I could hug you. I wish I knew how you were really feeling. I really miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That came out really cliched and lame... I hope you enjoyed your first week, it'll get easier as time goes on. Make some friends but don't replace me with some Italian version of awesomeness. Teach the kids how to swear in English for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-206469497606197914?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/206469497606197914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=206469497606197914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/206469497606197914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/206469497606197914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunday-may-31st.html' title='Sunday, May 31st'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1632452212368405843</id><published>2009-05-15T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T16:37:35.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, May 15th</title><content type='html'>It is certain that my friends bond with my other friends through making fun of me. I'll take one for the team if that means everything works out in my favor and budding friendships are everywhere. What more could I want than past friends meeting new friends and having gt's? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is for certain: Next time I do something stupid, or embarressing... I shall keep my mouth shut and not share it with anyone because next Saturday night, y'all will be laughing at me kicking over martini glasses or having a crush on an eighteen year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1632452212368405843?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1632452212368405843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1632452212368405843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1632452212368405843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1632452212368405843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-may-15th.html' title='Friday, May 15th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1425826518206278136</id><published>2009-04-13T03:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T03:28:43.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, April 13th</title><content type='html'>Love taught me to lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1425826518206278136?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1425826518206278136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1425826518206278136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1425826518206278136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1425826518206278136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-april-13th.html' title='Monday, April 13th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1534717013184037755</id><published>2009-04-06T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:08:49.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, April 6th</title><content type='html'>Alright, I'm gonna be straight up and admit it: I'm jumping on the Lady GaGa bandwagon. I just wish her songs wouldn't get overplayed on the radio. I've been on YouTube for hours at a time this weekend, and Lady GaGa has definitley won over my heart. This post is completly pointless. Unless you're already a GaGa fan... You can rejoice that I'm now your fellow follower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1534717013184037755?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1534717013184037755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1534717013184037755&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1534717013184037755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1534717013184037755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-april-6th.html' title='Monday, April 6th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1562539848515086923</id><published>2009-04-04T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:22:59.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, April 5th</title><content type='html'>"As fun as things were back then, you NEED to realize that things will NEVER be like that again. They've made their choice. All you can do is live in the now and look forward to better times that wouldn't have happened if things were the same as they were back then. You're hurt but you have to get over it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1562539848515086923?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1562539848515086923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1562539848515086923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1562539848515086923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1562539848515086923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/04/saturday-april-5th.html' title='Saturday, April 5th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7952513661429834380</id><published>2009-03-13T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:46:59.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, March 13th</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how much everything has changed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm finally embracing it for the first time. &lt;br /&gt;Crap still happens... &lt;br /&gt;But good things happen through the bad. &lt;br /&gt;I've been hurt, I have hurt others, forgiveness is an&lt;br /&gt;amazing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that certain things had gone differently,&lt;br /&gt;but something great could come out of it, and if I don't&lt;br /&gt;give these changes a chance, concentrating on how I didn't&lt;br /&gt;get my way... How am I to realize when something&lt;br /&gt;beautiful happens? Life goes on, I don't want these downs&lt;br /&gt;to be a horrible thing anymore. I need to see past it,&lt;br /&gt;be happy through it, and rejoice when my life rollar&lt;br /&gt;coaster hits its peaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7952513661429834380?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7952513661429834380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7952513661429834380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7952513661429834380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7952513661429834380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-march-13th.html' title='Friday, March 13th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1348337315541165827</id><published>2009-03-04T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T00:43:59.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, March 4th</title><content type='html'>I'm going to get ridiculed relentlessly about this comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I owned a Pensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm at it, I wish Ron Weasley would come to life, live in my building, and fall madly in love with me as we bump into each other doing laundry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1348337315541165827?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1348337315541165827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1348337315541165827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1348337315541165827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1348337315541165827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-march-4th.html' title='Wednesday, March 4th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5641918824632065319</id><published>2009-03-02T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:02:53.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, March 2nd</title><content type='html'>It's actually not that upsetting NOT having the internet all the time, it's kind of refreshing actually. Minus the whole blogging thing, 'cuz I love to do this. I have been journaling more on my own though, which is probably better. I like keeping my life on paper... Or keeping it through technology... I love going back and reading what's happened, my thoughts on stuff, and just reminding myself of some things that I have already forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm twenty two. When I say that out loud, it doesn't feel old, it doesn't feel young... It feels right. It's the age I want to be. This is my year, the year that I figure Sharon out, the year that I get my finances in order, the year that I'll start working towards who I want to be. I don't want to put my sights too high... I don't want to dissapoint myself if I can't make my goals. I'm thinking about Jon Foreman's song "Twenty Four" and I can't believe that I'm two years away from that age. It seems like just yesterday that I was still in high school... Hating it... I love being this age, I love surrounding myself with true friends, I love having responsibility and finally being able to prove that I can handle the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is still life. I've been told I'm a drama queen quite often by several different people... I guess there's some things that are harder to grow out than others. My life in Coquitlam should be picked up by MTV, it would have amazing ratings. That being said, I love every one of my Coquitlam homies, they've accepted me for who I am [faults and all], and been wonderful to me along the way. I love cooking dinners together, I love having our weekends, I appreciate what every one of them has done for me [especially the month of me getting settled]. On the other hand, I appreciate the old friends and how they've been okay with me getting settled and minorly ignoring them while I do. It's also a bit harder without the help of technology... specifically the internet, but as I said before it's refreshing having to actually make an effort IRL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5641918824632065319?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5641918824632065319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5641918824632065319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5641918824632065319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5641918824632065319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-march-2nd.html' title='Monday, March 2nd'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-3434499952789775608</id><published>2009-01-27T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:57:15.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, January 27th</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to not let it bug me that I keep hearing things "through the grapevine" and getting messages and phone calls with people being concerned about me. I want to think that people are actually genuinely concerned, but the whole gossip thing doesn't really help. People hear things that aren't true and assume they are, which I can understand. I know I have a lot of trust to build up, but I want to assure everyone that I'm fine. I'm almost over the hump and I've been working really hard to get here. It just kinda sucks hearing about things that "I've been doing" which are completly untrue. I realize that proof is in the pudding, but no one really talks specifically to ME, they talk to everyone else. I listen to music with my friends in the car, I go to the theatre and watch Notorious, I go to Boston Pizza and order a lemon water just so we have somewhere to chill. I'm pretty boring and normal and I have a lot of people to thank for getting to this point in my life. I just hate that people are worried when they don't need to be. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-3434499952789775608?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3434499952789775608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=3434499952789775608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3434499952789775608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3434499952789775608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-27th.html' title='Tuesday, January 27th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-9044722047785469337</id><published>2009-01-25T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:36:27.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, January 25th</title><content type='html'>"What are you guys up to?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, we just came from the hotel up the street. We're just taking a little walk, it was getting pretty stuffy in there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, I loved this weekend, I can't wait for Cali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-9044722047785469337?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/9044722047785469337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=9044722047785469337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/9044722047785469337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/9044722047785469337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-january-25th.html' title='Sunday, January 25th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7300713206376579094</id><published>2009-01-06T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:50:34.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, January 6th</title><content type='html'>"For what it’s worth, it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit... Start whenever you want... You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. I hope you see things that stop you. I hope you feel things that you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life that you’re proud of and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all ready to write a huge blog on what's been going on lately, how I've been feeling... But it seems a shame writing anything after posting this quote. It's perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7300713206376579094?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7300713206376579094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7300713206376579094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7300713206376579094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7300713206376579094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2009/01/tuesday-january-6th.html' title='Tuesday, January 6th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-2953798348005532177</id><published>2008-12-23T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:09:58.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss the comfort of my mother</title><content type='html'>it's so easy&lt;br /&gt;to believe&lt;br /&gt;your words.&lt;br /&gt;your fucking hateful, hurtful words.&lt;br /&gt;crying every day&lt;br /&gt;is getting so tiring&lt;br /&gt;but they won't stop,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i need them.&lt;br /&gt;family get-togethers&lt;br /&gt;bring on the lies&lt;br /&gt;the fake smiles&lt;br /&gt;and the cheerfulness.&lt;br /&gt;did i really do this&lt;br /&gt;to myself?&lt;br /&gt;this red room&lt;br /&gt;scares me now.&lt;br /&gt;i want to shut myself out and up,&lt;br /&gt;end this rabbit hole of a life.&lt;br /&gt;it's always "time to pretend",&lt;br /&gt;i can't be myself and let the&lt;br /&gt;shit out.&lt;br /&gt;happy christmas and holiday cheer&lt;br /&gt;to you and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-2953798348005532177?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2953798348005532177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=2953798348005532177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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aching in my head&lt;br /&gt;I lay motionless in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you and where you'd gone&lt;br /&gt;and let the world spin madly on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-World Spins Madly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this godamn feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7332495442781576320?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7332495442781576320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7332495442781576320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7332495442781576320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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me high&lt;br /&gt;You should just be here-&lt;br /&gt;Be with me here.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem there's hope for me-&lt;br /&gt;I let you down&lt;br /&gt;but i won't give in now,&lt;br /&gt;Not for any amount."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jimmy Eat World&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7170694810859226991?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7170694810859226991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7170694810859226991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7170694810859226991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7170694810859226991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-december-19th.html' title='Friday, December 19th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6476342278771024186</id><published>2008-12-13T02:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:25:18.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, December 14th</title><content type='html'>I really can't wait to have my own family. Well, obviously I can wait and obviously I don't want that to happen anytime soon, but I'm excited for it to happen eventually. I can't wait to raise my kids with my husband. I know for all the bad things that have happened with me or with my siblings, that's just one more thing that will go right for my own kids. I can't wait to be an amazing Mom to have amazing kids who love me and will have been brought up right. As much as I love love love being in my early twenties [I seriously love it], sometimes I wish I could fast forward to a more stable time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6476342278771024186?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6476342278771024186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6476342278771024186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6476342278771024186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6476342278771024186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturday-december-14th.html' title='Saturday, December 14th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4790322286576778885</id><published>2008-11-30T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:57:23.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, November 30th</title><content type='html'>I love Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Staying in McDonalds past closing time&lt;br /&gt;-Fogging up the Tercel listening to MGMT&lt;br /&gt;-Taking shots straight from the bottle&lt;br /&gt;-Making friends/watching fights with boys on E&lt;br /&gt;-Lounging at Dennys for hours&lt;br /&gt;-More driving with awesome music&lt;br /&gt;-Climbing a hill and videotaping everything&lt;br /&gt;-Going to the beach downtown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These moments are what I live for, I love being young and having amazing friends. We are random and we do whatever we like. I can't wait to tell my kids the adventures that their Mom used to get into and be proud of living my young years to the fullest. I feel like life is amazing, I have nothing to lose, and everything will be alright. I'm stoked to start a new chapter of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4790322286576778885?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4790322286576778885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4790322286576778885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4790322286576778885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4790322286576778885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-november-30th.html' title='Sunday, November 30th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5262105250623426186</id><published>2008-11-27T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:25:18.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria poem - Untitled</title><content type='html'>Thinking naively that I will never know your stealth&lt;br /&gt;The words I’ve heard you say through everyone else&lt;br /&gt;Whisper through the air silently &lt;br /&gt;Tempting me&lt;br /&gt;To raise my voice in forged shock&lt;br /&gt;My shimmering eyes to theirs’ lock&lt;br /&gt;But I will be silent&lt;br /&gt;Even be these words violent&lt;br /&gt;My reaction will get back to you in due course&lt;br /&gt;So one little smile on my face I shall force&lt;br /&gt;Rejecting tears&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming fears&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m the strongest I’ve ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can see who you really are to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5262105250623426186?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5262105250623426186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5262105250623426186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5262105250623426186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5262105250623426186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/victoria-poem-untitled.html' title='Victoria poem - Untitled'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7748486972881602220</id><published>2008-11-21T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:10:18.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, November 21st</title><content type='html'>---Winter Group Activites---&lt;br /&gt;  Share&amp;Anna&amp;Art&amp;Theo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Snowboarding @ Seymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Tubing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) A gift exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Ice skating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Birthday Fiesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Clubbing [lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Sledding/Snow fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love our lists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7748486972881602220?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7748486972881602220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7748486972881602220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7748486972881602220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7748486972881602220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-november-21st.html' title='Friday, November 21st'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4424886345254296843</id><published>2008-11-17T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:35:22.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moday, November 17th</title><content type='html'>After two hectic months, I've finally found a bachelor suite and I've started moving in. It's super small, the kitchen/living room/bedroom is all in one room, then there's a closet and the bathroom. It works with my budget though ;-P It's the first time I've lived just me myself and I though. I thought I would enjoy the alone time a bit, but honestly, I really don't like being alone here. I wish it was in Cloverdale cuz then at least everyone would drop in all the time, but it's in Fleetwood. At least Beth is close, and Anna has a car. Hopefully by next Christmas I'll be able to afford something a bit bigger and a bit closer to everyone. But I really shouldn't be complaining, I'm happy I finally found a permanent place. I'm just afraid that my life will be taken over by WOW or facebook because the internet is the only means of communication other than my phone with the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was SO much fun! I had to work on Friday night, but afterwards I met up with Anna and her Best Buy co-workers at the Mirage. We didn't have to spend a penny [hells yeah, ladies night], and we just danced. We've never done the clubbing thing together and I'm pretty sure that got us addicted. Crystal was there too, so afterwards we hit up McDonalds like every other drunk kid on a Friday night and headed to my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was even better... Anna and I headed to Port Moody to chill with our boss from the summer, Theo and his friend Art. We ended up staying up all night and having this amazing bonding experience. The four of us are absolute pimps and had such a blast. So we're going to pull the whole divorced-kids thing and take turns traveling to Cloverdale or Port Moody to hang out. I'm so glad we recorded some of the night, I never want to forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is good, but I'm not getting enough hours. So I think I'm gonna apply at Best Buy [lol] for the mornings and just work at the liqueur store at night. Seriously, they've only given me three shifts this week, and I'm trying to pick up more but everyone else is getting chotched out of full time hours too. I can only hope that someone quits :-P It's an awesome work atmosphere though so I don't want to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4424886345254296843?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4424886345254296843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4424886345254296843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4424886345254296843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4424886345254296843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/11/moday-november-17th.html' title='Moday, November 17th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-3120121489148897215</id><published>2008-10-20T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:15:41.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, October 21st</title><content type='html'>So I just got reemed out by Dallas' dad for stealing money. Like, actually. I haven't even been home all weekend, and he went off on me that money has been going missing. I eventually was just like, "Well, you know... I'm out of here in ten days so the money shouldn't go missing anymore, right?" And he didn't say anything. He also yelled at me for waking him up to be let in the house, when he hasn't given me a key. He was like, you better just fucking stay out all night. Like, excuse me?? I'm still allowed to be here for ten more days. It's my room, I can have who I want over. We're not loud, we're not bothering anyone. I actually have never been so close to just going off on someone! But I knew if I started I would cry, and that would just be a mess. I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-3120121489148897215?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3120121489148897215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=3120121489148897215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3120121489148897215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3120121489148897215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-october-21st.html' title='Tuesday, October 21st'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6262992560147517660</id><published>2008-10-13T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:21:01.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, October 13th</title><content type='html'>is my life really in shambles that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll take the blame for the mistakes that i've made this weekend, [and i have] but honestly you know that i'm a push-over and i have trust issues with people. i have felt taken advantage of from you before in the past, but never have i brought it up because i don't want to lose friendships and i'm too much of a pansy to speak my mind. obviously you have no problem speaking yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i just a crappy friend? here i am thinking that certain people aren't worth my time and effort.. but maybe it's me who people actually have a problem with and i just am completly oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of hearing rumors about me, i'm tired of feeling upset. i'm trying to do this the way i thought best and believe me, everything is still a struggle. things just don't get automatically better overnight, unfortunatley. i'm not asking for sympathy but i've gone through more shit with my family than you could ever understand. stuff yourself full of turkey and excuse yourself from the table to watch tv... at least you have a family who wants you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i've been supportive to you throughout the hard times in your life, and you have been right next to me through mine. i'm not telling you how to live your life, i need you to let me figure this out cuz it's about time that i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6262992560147517660?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6262992560147517660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6262992560147517660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6262992560147517660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6262992560147517660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-october-13th.html' title='Monday, October 13th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-8384238788007432127</id><published>2008-10-03T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:09:15.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, October 3rd</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wish that i could pull an "eternal sunshine of a spotless mind" and erase you from my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have no memory of you and the loss that i feel would be full again. i wouldn't remember the good, but i would have no record of the bad and overall that would be just fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know what, if it wasn't you it would have been someone else. and the cycle would start over again... me wishing that i had never met him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we have to go through so much hurt? is it really because it makes us "stronger"? i'm not fully convinced. i feel like that's the cop-out reason that your mom gives you when you cry to her about the new boy who's hurt your feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, i've had a lot to celebrate about and i will continually have future celebrations of my life. but life truly does suck sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm exhausted from sticking up for myself, i'm exhausted from being accused, being frowned upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm greatful for those who have given me the benefit of the doubt and loved me through this... god knows i don't deserve some of the sympathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships florish and fail. i'm begining to see that those hugs and hellos that you give me aren't exactly genuine. i can see through your crooked smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to really live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-8384238788007432127?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8384238788007432127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=8384238788007432127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8384238788007432127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8384238788007432127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-october-3rd.html' title='Friday, October 3rd'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7722039404349809898</id><published>2008-09-18T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:55:56.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, September 18th</title><content type='html'>So props go to AJ for showing me this dudes work, I really enjoy his stuff. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lg8LfoyDFUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lg8LfoyDFUM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7722039404349809898?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7722039404349809898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7722039404349809898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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is&lt;br /&gt;constant ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;i look at you on the street&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know your story&lt;br /&gt;it'll probably make me cry&lt;br /&gt;just as much as mine could&lt;br /&gt;i'm so naive to think&lt;br /&gt;that i'm the only one with problems&lt;br /&gt;i seem to forget that life is hard&lt;br /&gt;for everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7812291427889158668?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7812291427889158668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7812291427889158668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/heiswnjSVuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/heiswnjSVuU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6650984148175649472?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6650984148175649472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6650984148175649472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;than to spend this night with anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing in the rain, warming up with tea, watching 'garden state' [the greatest romantic comedy EVER], falling asleep on the floor of the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going on a two hour long walk to nowhere in particular, watching the streetlights, and listening to the beatles... no mainstream songs, of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was an amazing expierence that i won't forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-3752495986072759443?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3752495986072759443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7989527624174132250</id><published>2008-08-17T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T05:04:56.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, August 17th</title><content type='html'>We used to be &lt;br /&gt;Just like twins &lt;br /&gt;So in sync &lt;br /&gt;The same energy &lt;br /&gt;Now's a dead battery &lt;br /&gt;Used to laugh bout nothing &lt;br /&gt;Now you're plain boring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know that &lt;br /&gt;you're not gonna change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...So glad I got off this ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7989527624174132250?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5071857989179299090</id><published>2008-08-03T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T12:03:06.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, August 3rd</title><content type='html'>I figure I should recap on Creation before 1] I forget about it and 2] before we leave for California!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creation this year was super fun, definitley one of the best years and so much better than last year! There got to be so many plug ins for Compassion and universities and such and such that it got so annoying in the past. But they've defs kept all that down to a minimum, and the "in between" concert time was mostly spent throwing free shwag into the mosh pit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First concert of the week was Flyleaf, and it was THE best concert to start off with! I'm so in love with Lacey, the lead singer. One of the only chicks that I've heard who can SANG and do screamo. So amazing. Switchfoot was awesome as usual, and Toby Mac was SEXY. It seems like every year his concert his so similar, but his concert this year was hot. So much energy and I love his crew :-P I even enjoyed David Crowder who I don't really fancy all that much. Brent and Krissi were so excited about seeing him that it was kinda contagious. I was aprehensive about the Newsboys since they've gone worship and lost the hottest member! But they were really awesome, and I obviously hadn't listened to them in a while. Skillet was so great, there's just something about John Cooper's voice! Hawk Nelson was sweet, we all turned into thirteen year old girls [except for the ones who are already 13 ;-)]and danced and played our kazzos. We saw a bunch of new bands too that I'd never heard... RED, Disciple, Run Kid Run, Ruth, Worth Dying For, Firelight. And the speaker on the last day, Reggie, was so interesting to listen to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing being able to go to the river every day as well. It wasn't as hot this year, but the river was still refreshing. And going a day early worked out super well... We were hardcore and unbeknownst to us, we slept outside in a rattlesnake area! Brent, Rob, and the Koenigs organized the trip so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm being told to get a move on... We're leaving for Seattle and taking a flight out of there to Cali tomorrow morning! I'm so stoked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5071857989179299090?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5071857989179299090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5071857989179299090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5071857989179299090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5071857989179299090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-august-3rd.html' title='Sunday, August 3rd'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5931051924942240438</id><published>2008-07-19T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:53:31.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, July 19th</title><content type='html'>The week has been good, hanging out with friends and making new ones. I saw The Dark Knight on Thursday at the Clova. Unfortunately Jo and Krissi had to work through it so they couldn't join us. But I really loved it, Heath was outstanding and I'm sure everyone was blown away by his preformance. It was great seeing the boys doing their music at the church, I'm so proud of how far they've come. Hearing their version of "Alleluia" which Beth and I sang for an assignment of mine a couple years ago was fantastic. All the youth are super stoked about Creation, and I'm getting pretty excited as well. I think it'll be a good year, it looks like Brent and a lot of other people have been working hard on making it a gooder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was spent at Crystal's house, and it was great. Her psycho neighbor made an apperence which was halarious and made quite a memory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jo, my mom and I sat down to plan our trip to California! We're leaving in 15 days! The trip will include Disneyland, Universal Studios, Long Beach, Hollywood, SeaWorld... We're all beside ourselves with excitement... It's like waiting for Christmas but better. 8 days in Cali! What could be better? It's our first family vacation where we've taken a plane together and our first time visiting Disneyland! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tomorrow morning, so it's off to bed for me. Jo started reading The Shining and now it's my turn and I'm getting pretty into it. Probs not the best idea to read it just before bed, but it's too good to put down. Jo and I will rent the movie when I'm finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5931051924942240438?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5931051924942240438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5931051924942240438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5931051924942240438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5931051924942240438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturday-july-19th.html' title='Saturday, July 19th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1592115435868711868</id><published>2008-07-13T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T04:56:10.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, July 13th</title><content type='html'>my siblings and i are having a "sleepover" right at this moment. daniel has planted himself on the floor of jo's room [with tanner taking up half of his mattress]. we've been talking and now jo's engrossed in her newest stephen king novel [how is she related to me?!?!] and daniel's spurting out random comments and fighting over mattress space with the dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was a success! us mcburnie kids were a little wary about combining all the peoples, but it was fantastic and i'm pretty sure everyone had fun. i'm very happy it went so well! it was great seeing friends who i haven't seen in a while! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the sun's coming up, i think it's time to call it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1592115435868711868?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1592115435868711868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1592115435868711868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1592115435868711868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1592115435868711868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-july-13th.html' title='Sunday, July 13th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-3381687492947173820</id><published>2008-07-09T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:33:39.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, July 9th</title><content type='html'>i have zero tolerance for friends who basically say "i don't care" when i tell them about issues that i'm dealing with. it makes no sense to me why someone who used to care so much would say something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, anna and i have the pimpest boss. like, the raddest guy ever. and it was great seeing everyone at laura's on sunday. i'm stoked for saturday... bbq at our place. woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-3381687492947173820?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3381687492947173820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=3381687492947173820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3381687492947173820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3381687492947173820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-july-9th.html' title='Wednesday, July 9th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4557262292675351219</id><published>2008-07-03T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:18:44.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, July 3rd</title><content type='html'>Wow. So if I counted up all the people who are moving to Australia that I know, guess how many it would be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not including the people who are all "I wanna move there soon". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I'm never gonna even visit Australia. It might steal my soul too! What's the big deal about Auz? I understand that it's beautiful, hot, nice beaches, and you don't have to tip, but is it really that amazing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4557262292675351219?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4557262292675351219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4557262292675351219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4557262292675351219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4557262292675351219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-july-3rd.html' title='Thursday, July 3rd'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4322356073604159927</id><published>2008-07-01T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T03:15:38.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, July 1st</title><content type='html'>I feel so... relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4322356073604159927?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4322356073604159927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4322356073604159927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4322356073604159927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4322356073604159927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/07/tuesday-july-1st.html' title='Tuesday, July 1st'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4862246849722761372</id><published>2008-06-27T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:00:08.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, June 27th</title><content type='html'>my little sister graduated tonight.&lt;br /&gt;it was so fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;she looked stunning &amp; i'm &lt;br /&gt;just so so so happy for her!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to make the best of &lt;br /&gt;this summer before she takes off&lt;br /&gt;on me to attend uvic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's beautiful, smart, peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;halarious, and overall the nicest&lt;br /&gt;person you could ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;she holds my family together.&lt;br /&gt;she deserves the best and i'm &lt;br /&gt;so happy i'm here with her. &lt;br /&gt;i love you as far as the east&lt;br /&gt;is from the west, johanna.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're having an&lt;br /&gt;amazing time on the cruise,&lt;br /&gt;you deserve the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY LOVE AND MORE,&lt;br /&gt;congratulations grad of 08!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4862246849722761372?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4862246849722761372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4862246849722761372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4862246849722761372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4862246849722761372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/friday-june-27th.html' title='Friday, June 27th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-2689576036299964301</id><published>2008-06-22T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:59:38.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, June 22nd</title><content type='html'>Share is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently sitting in "My Pants", listening to the Beatles, waiting for "Lost" to load. Eating cherries, one menthal cigerette by my side [don't hate, it's not a pack], smiling about last night and oh so happy that the Ciprelex is finally kicking in. Or maybe it's just a damn good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-2689576036299964301?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2689576036299964301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=2689576036299964301&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2689576036299964301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2689576036299964301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-june-22nd_22.html' title='Sunday, June 22nd'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5173707042355338674</id><published>2008-06-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:02:30.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, June 22nd</title><content type='html'>Last night was great! Melissa FIIIINALLY turned 19 which is awesome. For obvious reasons. Her mom is so sweet and tons of fun. And Mel looked SO cute last night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stoked that it's summer and we don't really have to have a real reason to get together and have tons of fun. And it's nice that there's one more friend who's of legal age ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5173707042355338674?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5173707042355338674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5173707042355338674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5173707042355338674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5173707042355338674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-june-22nd.html' title='Sunday, June 22nd'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7142462585452679805</id><published>2008-06-17T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:03:53.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, June 17th</title><content type='html'>My mom read my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don't have a normal "mother-daughter" relationship with my mom. We're either fighting like two cats or we're the best of friends. Maybe that is "normal". But I've always been honest with my Mom about things happening in my life. She knows the good, the bad, and the ugly. I rarely keep anything from her. Except sometimes. When I put it in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journal is the only place that I'm 100% honest with myself... It's something I have always done and my journals mean a lot to me. Having someone read between the lines of my life isn't something I am too keen on. Especially when the excuse is, "Well, it was just lying there..." Holy respect my privacy. And the worst part of it, is she's come clean to me and now she's grilling me on each and every thought that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I have a blog, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sharing what is going on with my life... To an extent. I can choose to share what I want and keep what I want. You've violated that. And for all I know you could choose to hold issues over on me and use it to your advantage. It's not fair to me, and I already am SO open with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have to go pre-teen here and find a hiding spot for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7142462585452679805?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7142462585452679805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7142462585452679805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7142462585452679805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7142462585452679805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesday-june-17th_17.html' title='Tuesday, June 17th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5625860637249756281</id><published>2008-06-17T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:51:20.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, June 17th</title><content type='html'>i pulled the whole "i'm late on rent cuz of you" excuse to my boss so he'd finally pay me. this morning is the moment of truth... supposedly anna and i are finally getting our cheques. we'll have to see if he pulls through cuz i've heard his line of "i'll meet you with your cheques" before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like thursday and friday are gonna be rain days. if that's the case, at least i have a couple of days to set up my room at mine and beth's. it's finally happening. beth and i are so frusterated, and we can't wait to start putting together our place. i would be going crazy if i was her. she's been living in the suite for the past couple weeks even though she can't technically do anything to set up [minus her room]. so i'm happy that it's finally getting sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a mis-communication with us yesterday, and i thought that i could move in. so i took maui and all of her stuff, got there and it still wasn't ready. so i had to leave maui... who's so freaked out :-( i'll be going back tonight though, i feel so bad for leaving her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited for the weekend. i get to see some people who i haven't seen in a while, and celebrate melissa's 19th birthday! i'm feeling better than the weekend, so hopefully by friday i'll still be excited and ready to go out and have fun :-) it was so great to hear from erica :-) oh, and today's heather's last full day here for a while before she goes to NYC tomorrow!!!! i'm so jealous! she's going to have so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5625860637249756281?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5625860637249756281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5625860637249756281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5625860637249756281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5625860637249756281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesday-june-17th.html' title='Tuesday, June 17th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6646311832293507649</id><published>2008-06-16T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:53:54.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, June 16th</title><content type='html'>i hate not being able to sleep. i hate the feeling where your mind is awake but your body is tired. i hate having no money. i hate that i'm not moved in. i hate how i'm not happy. i hate how i can't speak my mind. i hate 32 foot ladders. i hate how i don't matter. i hate father's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6646311832293507649?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6646311832293507649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6646311832293507649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6646311832293507649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6646311832293507649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-june-16th.html' title='Monday, June 16th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4955865793866837587</id><published>2008-06-14T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:26:26.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, June 15th</title><content type='html'>I'm so freaking tired of getting dicked around with the housing situation and the job situation. It ends tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4955865793866837587?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4955865793866837587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4955865793866837587&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4955865793866837587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4955865793866837587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-june-15th.html' title='Saturday, June 15th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-2670234555119752208</id><published>2008-06-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:16:57.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, June 11th</title><content type='html'>Hey Lovely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you if you're a size zero or a size 50; That will never change. And if you "gave me space" I wouldn't be able to stand being away from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath and remember all the people in your life who love you to bits and pieces. You don't have enough fingers for all the rings you would own. Or toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your day was fantastic, and I hope tomorrow's even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-2670234555119752208?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2670234555119752208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=2670234555119752208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2670234555119752208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2670234555119752208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesday-june-11th_11.html' title='Wednesday, June 11th'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7791245323959124452</id><published>2008-06-11T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T08:35:08.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, June 11th</title><content type='html'>it's days like this that i wish i had a desk job. or a rich husband. preferably the latter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7791245323959124452?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1702017628036517069</id><published>2008-06-07T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T07:32:31.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, June 7th</title><content type='html'>tonight was the most fun i've had in a long time... which really isn't saying much since i've been a hermit for the past couple weeks... but i had a good time. a group of us walk/ran at the "relay for life" at bear creek park. we put some energy drinks to good use and a few of us walked and ran for the first few hours and then chilled and had fun the rest of the time. they had music and games and karaoke. my sister kicked butt at this game that they did on stage called the "dating game", and had a whole bunch of guys cheering for her which was super funny. krissi and some of the other girls sang spice girls on stage. my brother and aaron tried several times to get the dj to find songs that they were going to do karaoke for... which he had none of unfortunatly. they finally settled on "rocket man" just as the cable cut out so they weren't able to preform but we were all looking forward to videotaping them up there. the people who put on the relay did an awesome job organizing it... it was fun seeing so many people there. and now we're going to sleep our saturday away. g'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1702017628036517069?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1702017628036517069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1702017628036517069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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day" so i stayed up late to watch "step up 2"... i can't resist dance movies :-P none of my friends [minus a select few] understand my love for hip hop. i still insist that my mom secretly listened to biggie and tupac while i was in her tummy! honestly, i liked the second "step up" movie better than the first dance-wise. and music-wise. the first had better acting. but c'mon, i'm watching a dance movie for the steps not the acting. k, bed... i've been tired all day, but i had to push through to pick the brother up and then thought WHY NOT to a movie. so i'm gonna kick my dog off MY bed and get some sleep before i'm woken up by my siblings in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-2058621567765162276?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-3590909242510502431</id><published>2008-06-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:21:16.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, June 3rd</title><content type='html'>It looks like every day except Thursday this week is going to be a "rain day". Rain days = not safe to work. Good news? Anna and I have finished our second house so that means two paycheques are coming our way soon. Plus I can sleep more! We're getting to know Coquitlam area really well :-P Yesterday we had lunch with our boss who shares our sense of humor, so it's really fun to hang out with him. We went to a BBQ on Friday in Vancouver... Kinda awkward for us since our boss was the only one we knew... The three other guys we work with didn't come so it was a whole bunch of people from the other teams around Vancouver and Coquitlam. But at least we're making a slight effort to be included in the work shinanigans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for me moving into my new Delta home [around 116th and 83rd] is hopefully going to be executed on the 14th of this month. Beth moved in on the 1st with her new kitten... The landlord's daughter's "stuff" is still piled up in my room, so I can't move in until she moves out. Which she's saying will be by the 14th so here's hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-3590909242510502431?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3590909242510502431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=3590909242510502431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3590909242510502431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3590909242510502431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuesday-june-3rd.html' 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her every single time I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1061348392248302185?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1061348392248302185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1061348392248302185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1061348392248302185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1061348392248302185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-looking-at-you-cuz-it-reminds-me.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-8537985614635714314</id><published>2008-05-21T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:07:32.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate headaches that just won't seem to go away. I swear I've overdosed on this friggin' no name painkiller bottle and still there's just this constant pounding. I guess these are what migranes feel like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird not really knowing the night before if i'll be working the next day. I've marked the weather network website as a favorite, but Anna and I won't know until maybe 7:45 in the morning whether we'll be working or not. Unfortunatly, painting houses depends on if it's raining or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream which I remembered parts of when I woke up. I was preggers and I gave birth to a boy... Instead of at a hospital it was at my grandparents' old beach house. And I remember wanting to name the boy I had Aidan but then couldn't decide between Aidan and Adrian. While in Edmonton, we talked a lot about dreams and their meanings so I looked up what giving birth might mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To dream of giving birth or see someone else giving birth, suggests that you are giving birth to a new idea or project. It also represents new beginnings or some upcoming event. A more direct interpretation of this dream, may represent your desires/ anxieties of giving birth or the anticipation for such an event to occur." [This is taken off a site called Dream Moods.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So considering I'm currently not expecting... Yes, suprise suprise... That definitition is pretty much on the nose. There's a lot of stress in my life right now, and I didn't really think of moving as one of them. But I guess somewhere in my subconcious, I'm thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested in knowing more about dreaming and sleep cycles and all that fun stuff, you should check out  &lt;a href="http://www.dreammoods.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's a really fun tool if you can remember what you've dreamed about or even if you're just curious about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-8537985614635714314?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8537985614635714314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=8537985614635714314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8537985614635714314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8537985614635714314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1566688287719428586</id><published>2008-05-19T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T01:40:10.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so ready for a day full of rest! these next couple of weeks are gonna be difficult, and i'm full of apprehension and already feeling stressed out :-P but that's probably because i haven't felt this tired in a long freakin' time. laya and paul's wedding was amazing, i haven't had so much fun in a while! it was an awesome expierence and everyone had so much fun supporting them! i'm so excited to go through facebook pictures of the ceremony and reception. but that'll wait for tomorrow because crashing is next on my list of things to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep replaying a certain spill canvas song in my head. it's bothering me. a ton. especially when i'm tired and iritable and just want to get you out of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1566688287719428586?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1566688287719428586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1566688287719428586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1566688287719428586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1566688287719428586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-ready-for-day-full-of-rest-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-8262941567372651032</id><published>2008-05-15T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:13:12.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bestest friend in the world award goes to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-8262941567372651032?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6106885919190518848</id><published>2008-05-07T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:31:52.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>i'm sitting at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;daniel comes up to me.&lt;br /&gt;looks down.&lt;br /&gt;there's $40 sitting right next to me.&lt;br /&gt;he picks it up.&lt;br /&gt;he looks at it.&lt;br /&gt;he puts it in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;he chews on it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;then he says "ew" and spits it out.&lt;br /&gt;you had to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6106885919190518848?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1332853012233558335</id><published>2008-05-04T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:10:16.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for driving out to come be with me. i'm at my lowest and you're always there. always. you know when something's up, and you put me in top priority to make sure i'm okay. i honestly can't express to you how much that means to me. to know i always have someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thanks to the people i talked to at church &amp; at lunch for recognizing that i'm not feeling great. it's encouraging to me to even be asked a simple question like "how are you doing". thank you for the love, and i know i'll feel better by next weekend. it's hard to admit publicly that I'm feeling depressed and super low. so i'm gonna get in bed and tomorrow will be a new day :-) hopefully sunny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. my brother plays acoustic guitar &amp; sings... and he's good. and by good i mean fantastic. he's playing right now and it sounds awesome. i'm really happy to hear that him and his close friends are supporting each other with their music, and it really is so freaking sweet to hear and watch them all do their thing. i'm so excited for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep me in your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1332853012233558335?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1332853012233558335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1332853012233558335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-3277336949551175310?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3277336949551175310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=3277336949551175310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3277336949551175310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3277336949551175310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-word-thats-coming-into-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5899742711576385085</id><published>2008-05-02T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T17:44:57.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jesus Christ" - Brand New</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSkccp5Hvgg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSkccp5Hvgg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face&lt;br /&gt;The kind you'd find on someone I could save&lt;br /&gt;If they don't put me away&lt;br /&gt;Well, it'll be a miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe you're missing out&lt;br /&gt;That everything good is happening somewhere else?&lt;br /&gt;But with nobody in your bed&lt;br /&gt;The night's hard to get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will die all alone&lt;br /&gt;And when I arrive I won't know anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jesus Christ, I'm alone again&lt;br /&gt;So what did you do those three days you were dead?&lt;br /&gt;Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bit scared of what comes after&lt;br /&gt;Do I get the gold chariot?&lt;br /&gt;Do I float through the ceiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I divide and fall apart?&lt;br /&gt;Cause my pride is too sly to hold back all my dark&lt;br /&gt;And the ship went down in sight of land&lt;br /&gt;And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll come in the night like a thief&lt;br /&gt;But I've had some time alone to hold my lies inside me&lt;br /&gt;I know you think that I'm someone you can trust&lt;br /&gt;But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you think that we could work out a sign&lt;br /&gt;So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll come for the people like me&lt;br /&gt;But we all got wood and nails&lt;br /&gt;Tongue tied to a hating factory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all got wood and nails&lt;br /&gt;Your tortured (and hanging) factory&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we all got wood and nails&lt;br /&gt;Your tortured (and hanging) factory&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we all got wood and nails&lt;br /&gt;And we sleep inside of this machine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5899742711576385085?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5899742711576385085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5899742711576385085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5899742711576385085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5899742711576385085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/05/jesus-christ-brand-new.html' title='&quot;Jesus Christ&quot; - Brand New'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6761926375888984008</id><published>2008-04-30T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:14:27.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i made a good choice this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i began feeling depressed and upset,&lt;br /&gt;my mind doing it's own thing.&lt;br /&gt;i went back to bed and was crying&lt;br /&gt;and trying to keep my mind off&lt;br /&gt;what was upsetting me, but i just &lt;br /&gt;kept thinking and crying and trying&lt;br /&gt;to get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i thought, what is this &lt;br /&gt;accomplishing? i'm gonna make myself&lt;br /&gt;feel even worse just staying in bed&lt;br /&gt;and overthinking things. so i got up,&lt;br /&gt;made coffee and i feel so much&lt;br /&gt;better! plus there's a special on &lt;br /&gt;tv about twins which, [if you know&lt;br /&gt;me] makes me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;so yey for me, yey for coffee, yey&lt;br /&gt;for twins, and yey god for giving&lt;br /&gt;me that push to just get up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6761926375888984008?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6761926375888984008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6761926375888984008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6761926375888984008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6761926375888984008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-made-good-choice-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6731249520786292192</id><published>2008-04-29T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:44:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epicness</title><content type='html'>Pictures from back in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DVzN968igB8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DVzN968igB8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6731249520786292192?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6731249520786292192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6731249520786292192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6731249520786292192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6731249520786292192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/epicness.html' title='Epicness'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1475269385772999946</id><published>2008-04-28T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:02:55.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like having friends who i can call, completly break down, and know that i'm still 125% loved by them. thanks, girly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1475269385772999946?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1475269385772999946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1475269385772999946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1475269385772999946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1475269385772999946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-like-having-friends-who-i-can-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7418522128365243351</id><published>2008-04-27T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T02:33:20.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess i should start training my body to go back into normal sleeping patterns, eh? it's just too easy to keep it how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record, i'm trying really hard. REALLY hard. but when i come home and find out you haven't even bothered to listen to your voicemail, it kinda make me feel like OH OK, WHY BOTHER?! i really really really want this job. it's perfect for the summer and for my lifestyle. i hope you recognize how hard i'm trying to keep myself in your good graces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes i know i keep missing your call! ugh, we need to like, set up a "red bucket" forum online so we can just talk about stuff whenever we happen to be online. a private one that we can all talk with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized today how weird it's gonna be for me to live on my own in a month. i'm so social and i love being around people and hanging out. it's gonna be sad just chilling out with myself... and my cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7418522128365243351?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7418522128365243351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7418522128365243351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7418522128365243351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7418522128365243351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-guess-i-should-start-training-my-body.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-8088015604473403655</id><published>2008-04-26T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T04:52:03.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm crashing at my mom's house tonight cuz i was deathly afraid of falling asleep at the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yet it seems not all THAT tired since i've been on this friggin' laptop which take three minutes to load one page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good news is that i'm feeling way better than yesterday and the day before. blaugh, i don't like being sick, especially when there's so much to do. at least i didn't cop out and spend these past couple days in bed. i wanted to! but i pushed through and rewarded myself late last night with just laying in bed, drinking peppermint tea, and watching chitty chitty bang bang [a mcburnie classic]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really annoying to me that my bc friends feel too uncomfortable... or whatever... to call me at my dad's and that i keep missing my edmonton friends' calls. i can't call you guys back 'cuz i don't have a phone card and my dad doesn't have a long distance plan. i miss you though :-( my life really is different here... even though it's only been a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i snuck into the music room at zion and got to hear the tail end of some of the youth practising songs. needless to say [you'll already understand if you know these kids], i was wowed. i'm so excited to see what they have planned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyone who reads this who knows krissi... PLEASE bug her to go see a doctor. she's still feeling sick. and pray for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-8088015604473403655?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8088015604473403655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=8088015604473403655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8088015604473403655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8088015604473403655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-crashing-at-my-moms-house-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4920619249781699250</id><published>2008-04-23T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:59:04.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been sitting here listening to Jann Arden trying to get myself in a "blogging mood"... I have so much to say but my head wouldn't shut up enough for me long enough to write anything! That's probably BECAUSE I'm listening to Jann Arden which only reminds me of Jenn which reminds me of Regan which reminds me of Hanna which reminds me of the Red Bucket which reminds me of happy times that I miss. So I'm gonna put on Soulja Boy and hope I can get something relatively interesting down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I miss Edmonton [okay, not actually Edmonton, just my girls], I feel like me being here has been confirmed as a great thing over and over again. I'm so used to being around people all the time that this alone time is a bit overwhelming and my daydreaming and thinking have been working triple time and I can barely keep up with myself! But life is good. I'm really excited doors keep opening for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My constant struggle with gaining a relationship with God is still there. I have to be honest, I can't change my life overnight. But I'm really encouraged by the feedback I've been getting, and the oppertunities and support from other people. I've been doing a lot of reading [thanks, Jenn!] and am super stoked to jump into relationships where other people can benefit off of me! These past months I've had so much encouragment and so many questions answered and am SO thankful that they've opened my eyes and given me a lot to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, last night was fun... It was great seeing people who I haven't seen in a while! I'm stoked to gain new friendships, work on old ones, and be around my siblings. I have to enjoy Johanna while I can because she'll be moving to the Island in September! YEY SUMMER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4920619249781699250?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4920619249781699250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4920619249781699250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4920619249781699250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4920619249781699250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-sitting-here-listening-to-jann.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-538476416238849210</id><published>2008-04-20T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:21:40.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm home.&lt;br /&gt;it feels weird to say i'm "home" and meaning...bc&lt;br /&gt;home was edmonton for so long &amp; i've gotten used&lt;br /&gt;to saying home = edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;life is never dull, eh?&lt;br /&gt;i have lots to catch up on&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm leaving lots behind.&lt;br /&gt;bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;change &amp; choices&lt;br /&gt;hope i've made the right one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-3971260610184356957</id><published>2008-04-13T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:48:28.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>change.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-3971260610184356957?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3971260610184356957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=3971260610184356957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link 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the new west office. i might end up applying anyway, but i have other ideas for the summer. so come fall, i'm hoping that there will be spots available for westjet. if not, i'll apply to telus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... i feel crappy, suddenly today i'm all stuffed up, YET have a runny nose, headache... the whole glorious nine yards. at least i wasn't sick while i was at home! t minus fourteen days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-8662565357676067768?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8662565357676067768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=8662565357676067768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8662565357676067768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8662565357676067768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/heres-deal.html' title='here&apos;s the deal:'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4873017516745071128</id><published>2008-04-05T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:16:21.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>These past few days have been amazing. Scratch that, the whole time I've been home everyone has been amazing and I've been having SO much fun catching up with so many people! Last night was awesome... It was so great witnessing just the first of many friends getting married! The "Final Countdown" part was halarious, and Aubri looked drop dead goregous. Plus it was great catching up with friends who I haven't seen in a long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4873017516745071128?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4873017516745071128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4873017516745071128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4873017516745071128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4873017516745071128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/04/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-9061474274943647118</id><published>2008-03-31T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T03:26:05.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOT</title><content type='html'>Sooo we hit up the Vancouver airport tonight. We checked to see how much it would cost to spend a night at the Fairmount... around $360! Man if I was spending a month's rent on one night in a hotel I wouldn't even sleep! Gotta make it worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to lounge on a mattress, drink beer, and watch Russel Peters. I mean, what could beat that? Well add a certain red-haired Irish girl to the mix and it becomes GOLD. Oh my goodness, we're halarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized tonight that we're all totally classic. No matter how much time I spend away from this place, I come back and I just love love love the company of my friends. And it's been pretty amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how it's like the same thing every late night we're out... You say you're tired, and you wanna go to bed. So in my head I'm like, alright I'm tired too.... But you KNOW I gotta push for more time out just 'cuz. I got home and I'm like, oh man we do this all the time. Have the raddest time and then we get "fake mad" and try and out-do each other. I just want you to give in! It'll happen... 'Cuz I'M the greatest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was also one of the greatest nights of my life. I honestly wish I could just hire someone to follow us around and tape everything that happens. Cereal, who knew two 15 year old boys could be THAT entertaining? And adding the rest of us in just made the night so much fun! It was TOTS worth the lack of sleep! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off to bed... The siblings will be waking up in a few hours to go to school :-P Darn, I have to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-9061474274943647118?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/9061474274943647118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=9061474274943647118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/9061474274943647118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/9061474274943647118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/woot.html' title='WOOT'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6581190789414358719</id><published>2008-03-30T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T03:17:08.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight =</title><content type='html'>best.frickin.night.ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6581190789414358719?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6581190789414358719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6581190789414358719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6581190789414358719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6581190789414358719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/tonight.html' title='tonight ='/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4588544373750248604</id><published>2008-03-29T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:56:51.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently</title><content type='html'>Looking for someone who wants to room with me. I'm finding a place for early June. May is even better if that works out. Looking for a place close to transit. [Preferably sky train]. My price range [my half of rent &amp; utilities] is up to $700.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4588544373750248604?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4588544373750248604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4588544373750248604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4588544373750248604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4588544373750248604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/currently.html' title='Currently'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-2745745105011301979</id><published>2008-03-24T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T15:01:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so done with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-2745745105011301979?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2745745105011301979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=2745745105011301979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2745745105011301979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2745745105011301979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-done-with-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-8564098376316163805</id><published>2008-03-18T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T05:44:21.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Statements</title><content type='html'>Shorter version stolen from Regan via Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ten things to say to ten different people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Even after all the shit I've put you through, you've stuck with me through "thick n thin', and I'm so sorry for hurting you. I love you through all everything, you will always be the ONE person in this world I can call my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] I wish that I could face you and tell you with all certainty that although I'd never thought you beautiful before, you are truly a goregous person. You've taught me so much, and I really am forever in debt to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] You aren't happy. You convince yourself of this... But why put yourself through this when you can do SO much better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] So many awesome memories, so many skipped classes, so many laughs. I love you tons and I'm so excited to see how life pans out for us. I'm glad I can count on you for a good coffee talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] I cling to every piece of advice you give me. You encourage me when I'm feeling at my worst, and everything just makes sense when I talk to you, and I respect you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6] You've made the transition of becoming independant fun! I love the early morning wake ups, the talks, and I'm excited to see what happens in the boy department :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7] A year ago, you had the title of best friend's girlfriend. Now I'm so happy to call you one of my best friends! I'm so glad we were able to tackle this city together and have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8] We could talk for hours obsessing over "what this meant" and crying to one another. You're beautiful and I'm so happy you're with me for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9] Whoever thought that the little girl next door would grow into one of the most halarious people I know! I'm so glad to have you in my life... However far apart from each other we are. I wish I was coming to the Big City with you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10] I'm so freaking proud of every little thing you do. You amaze me every time we talk with how mature you're getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11] We survived Hell together, we can survive anything. You're funny and can lighten up any situation. So many inside jokes, I wouldn't even know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12] You were my first real love, and I'm glad we have such a deep connection. I hope one day we'll be arguing about which of our families' will host Christmas dinner. Between us we'll have a full hockey team of kids, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13] You always have encouraging advice for me. I love catching up with you and discussing boy issues. No one else will ever be able to scare me with a certain test that happened to be taken in Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14] I know that you'll go far with your life. You can put anything you put your mind to. You've made some amazing friends and I'm so happy with the relationship that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15] I miss you, and I wish I had the guts to re-connect with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-8564098376316163805?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8564098376316163805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=8564098376316163805&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8564098376316163805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8564098376316163805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/statements.html' title='Statements'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1610160573830320471</id><published>2008-03-16T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:51:32.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Nameless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me when I see you cry. It hurts me that you don't see&lt;br /&gt;how much you're being hurt. It hurts me when you're angry&lt;br /&gt;at one more thing that they've done to you. It hurts me that&lt;br /&gt;you don't see you're in a bad relationship. It hurts me that&lt;br /&gt;there are many better things out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell you to drop it, to move on. They don't get why you&lt;br /&gt;can't just forget it and set your sights on another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a light at the end of this hole of a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can eventually realize that it's not worth the&lt;br /&gt;hurt and ignorance. Things will get better. They believed&lt;br /&gt;in me, I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1610160573830320471?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1610160573830320471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1610160573830320471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1610160573830320471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1610160573830320471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-nameless-it-hurts-me-when-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-2120958188260991092</id><published>2008-03-15T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T02:43:18.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nBDbUVXXp-U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-2120958188260991092?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2120958188260991092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=2120958188260991092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2120958188260991092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2120958188260991092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-2455284542470505164</id><published>2008-03-13T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:56:18.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five Year Plan</title><content type='html'>Although I know there are a lot of things beyond my control [what? really?!], there is the occasional goal that I can work towards. In five years I will be 26 years old, which will come fast considering I feel like I was in the eleventh grade just yesterday. Hopefully I will have these following goals accomplished or at least worked on by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Completely out of debt with student loans &amp; the ongoing bank withdraw machine called "Mom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Get hired by a non-profit organization&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Go on a trip overseas [this hopefully to be included with the non-profit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Figure out what I want to do carer-wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Either be in school or graduating if I need a degree for the carer I end up choosing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Find permanent residence in the lower mainland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Be healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Complete therapy [Or at least start going!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Find a hair color that suits me :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-2455284542470505164?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2455284542470505164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=2455284542470505164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2455284542470505164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2455284542470505164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/five-year-plan.html' title='The Five Year Plan'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4376831967533630940</id><published>2008-03-12T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:50:12.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School and such...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at work, feet up, headphones in, Panic at the Disco telling me to swear to shake it up. Oh the things I have to endure for a paycheque. Poor me. I have a call every five minutes or so asking for a cab company here, a pizza place there... You'd be suprised at how many drunk Canadians there are out there on a weekday! And lots of lonely people who [for the hell of it] call the operator. Already tonight I've been told that love will find me in 3 to 6 months, that the sound of my two palms rubbing together is sexy [WTF!], and just general flirting so I don't bill them [If they flirt, I bill them twice! Jk jk!] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Panic at the Disco. Totally bring back memories from when I was in grade 12! Driving to grad pictures, fearing we might be late due to traffic, not really actually worrying about it! I've said this many times... I love LOVE LOVE hearing a song that bring back a particular memory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As annoying, horrific and lame high school was, there's a lot of great memories I've stored up from "the teen years], especially grades 11 and 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always rolled my eyes and played being overjoyed when anyone older took me on a "trip down memory lane". I'd nod and smile when shown an old classroom, school, neighborhood from their past... Appeasing them by laughing and nodding at the right places, really not caring all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've become that person! Trips back to FVC always include sentences that start with, "When I was here..." and "This is so different from when..." I laughed when I saw my old locker still in the same messy state that I had it in, sat on the carpeted stands near the drama room where we would practice our lines [or goof off], and showed off where our designated lunch spot was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a lot of Kayla-teasing... Including "he lifts me up!" I still have no idea what that means. Many art classes where we would laugh way too much, avoiding the stare of our freaky grizzly bear art teacher, and hear Josh teasing Laya... And he could do it with only ONE word... LEVENTE! Bible class was boring, yet tolerable for Kayla and I with the guys that tag-teamed with each other against our Ellen Dejenerous teacher. And I'll never forget some of our "mentoring" times with Josh! And who can forget those bus rides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what Panic at the Disco starts??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4376831967533630940?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4376831967533630940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4376831967533630940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4376831967533630940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4376831967533630940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/high-school-and-such.html' title='High School and such...'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-944806112704007498</id><published>2008-03-10T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:38:33.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on NOEZ</title><content type='html'>what do you do when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like a boy.&lt;br /&gt;he has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;his girlfriend is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-944806112704007498?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/944806112704007498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=944806112704007498&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/944806112704007498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/944806112704007498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-noez.html' title='on NOEZ'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-9135375223986756433</id><published>2008-03-09T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:36:46.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Girls Girls</title><content type='html'>This year has been one of the first years in a long time that I have many female, close friends surrounding me. And I really appreciate it! Don't get me wrong, it's great having guy friends in your life, but this is the first time I've been completely surrounded by females both here and in B.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to really rely on another female's opinion. It's very true that girls just PLAIN understand one another. A guy can nod and smile, agreeing with what you say, but rarely do they speak up with their opinion... rather keeping their mouths shut. Probably in fear that we'll start picking apart every sentence word by word, facial expression, and every movement. Which will, in turn, confuse us more we'll just end up going back to our own sex in hopes that one of them will be able to help us pick apart and explain "what he meant by that was..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me earlier this year that it was basically impossible to be good friends with a man. I can really nod and agree with that sentence. Of course, it's easier when said friend has a significant other... There's no confusion, there's no sexual pressure. But where do you draw that line with a single guy? What if there's tension on one end, even both ends? That's not really a friendship to me. Because that person will always have an alternative reason to being your friend. Is it possible to be good friends with a single man? I used to think so... And what ABOUT the whole relationship thing? I'd love to be friends before I reach the status of "couple". Did I just completely vito my previous statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until further research I will remain relying on my girlfriends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the phone calls, by the way. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-9135375223986756433?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/9135375223986756433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=9135375223986756433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/9135375223986756433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/9135375223986756433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-girls-girls.html' title='Girls Girls Girls'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5452927471048948693</id><published>2008-03-05T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:40:14.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friendship goes two ways. &lt;br /&gt;A friendship is honest.&lt;br /&gt;A friendship involves effort.&lt;br /&gt;A friendship shouldn't make you feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think he may have wanted me to break it off with him so he didn't have to &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;but I kept trying to make it work and I think he got fed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5452927471048948693?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5452927471048948693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5452927471048948693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5452927471048948693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5452927471048948693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/03/friendship-goes-two-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-3924264841910070920</id><published>2008-02-29T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:47:31.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths</title><content type='html'>have you ever had a night where you just lay in bed and a whole bunch of past memories come flooding into your head? except they're not just any old memory. they're memories that you've never thought of before, things that you'd forgotten or blocked out of your mind. a few nights ago, i was laying in bed and i was suffocating with repressed memories. some things were good, most were not so good and it made me remember a lot of stuff that i didn't particularly want to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered sitting in pre-k with our musical intruments... we would sit on the mats that were formed into an egg-shaped circle and sing and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered sitting in a psychratrist's office with my mom trying to explain how "it made me feel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the night when i knew that you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered bus rides and lunches where you excluded me and made me feel so bad that i counted out 30 pills into my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered craving your love because everyone thought you were the bestest friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the feeling of extreme shame as i became one of the people that i strain to look at as i walk by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered feeling completly and utterly betrayed by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the talk that i had with you the day before i lost something dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered blowing off math and having some of the best times i've ever had in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered seeing you on "tv" and drawing polar bears and having meaningless talks about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered my first "almost kiss" and how it made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered how far of come since all of then, and i fell asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-3924264841910070920?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/3924264841910070920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=3924264841910070920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3924264841910070920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/3924264841910070920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/truths.html' title='Truths'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1580393747561959759</id><published>2008-02-28T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:11:08.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fond Mems</title><content type='html'>This song by Taylor Swift explains how I used to hold on and feel. It's refreshing to have this as my first fond memory of a boy, and I'm excited for different up and coming memories that one day I'll be lovingly writing in a blog or journal. And yes, it's not Drew McKay :-P This is the name Taylor uses in the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me, &lt;strong&gt;I laugh cause it's so damn funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky&lt;/strong&gt; cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1580393747561959759?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1580393747561959759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1580393747561959759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1580393747561959759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1580393747561959759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/fond-mems.html' title='Fond Mems'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7421053093758530561</id><published>2008-02-26T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:11:16.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>i've found a way to make my job bareable!&lt;br /&gt;take night shifts and bring a book or my lappy!&lt;br /&gt;it's way less stressful...&lt;br /&gt;so i'm changing my pref card for nights.&lt;br /&gt;woot.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully that works out better. &lt;br /&gt;plus if i work nights i dont' have to spend&lt;br /&gt;money on the bus since we get free cabs.&lt;br /&gt;why didn't i think of this before?&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy just as i'm like UGH i can't&lt;br /&gt;take this anymore... &lt;br /&gt;life's like it's ok share. here's a solution.&lt;br /&gt;this takes care of a few more blips too.&lt;br /&gt;people still stress me out on the phone&lt;br /&gt;but it's wayyyy more bareable and i don't&lt;br /&gt;freak out. i'll just have to get used to&lt;br /&gt;a different sleeping schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to blame anything on a sickness&lt;br /&gt;if that's not the case, but i think something&lt;br /&gt;may be chemically imbalanced in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have depression... maybe i can just&lt;br /&gt;blame it on pms lol. but i go from being&lt;br /&gt;extremely happy to confused in 2.0&lt;br /&gt;i think a lot of it has to do with my financial&lt;br /&gt;situation, and i'm doing a lot better now&lt;br /&gt;but i still have a long way to go. &lt;br /&gt;thus my decision to stay in edmonton.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the finances to move back,&lt;br /&gt;i have it really good here with the rent that&lt;br /&gt;i pay, the roomies that i have. we'll see &lt;br /&gt;where i'm at in april 2009 or closer to then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenn and i will be gradually making our house&lt;br /&gt;into "our own"... the spare bedroom [that&lt;br /&gt;eventually will be spare... it's occupied by&lt;br /&gt;one of my roomies right now :-P] will become&lt;br /&gt;our tv/comp/spare room. it'll be crazy going &lt;br /&gt;from five girls and a baby to &lt;br /&gt;three and a baby! all this moving&lt;br /&gt;and such will be taking place at the end of&lt;br /&gt;april. regan and becca will be moving out as &lt;br /&gt;of may 1st, unfortunatly. but it'll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;we'll still see each other. hopefully they&lt;br /&gt;will find a place close to the LRT station&lt;br /&gt;so they'll be easy to get to! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of change happening within the next couple&lt;br /&gt;of months... it also includes two trips home&lt;br /&gt;for me for weddings! that's quite exciting,&lt;br /&gt;two of my friends getting married. it'll be&lt;br /&gt;the first weddings of my close friends i've&lt;br /&gt;had growing up. i'm quite excited to be a part&lt;br /&gt;of that. ALSO i'm hoping josh and jodi will&lt;br /&gt;maybe be moving to edmonton in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed for that, i miss jodi a lot&lt;br /&gt;and of course josh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very blessed with great friends back home.&lt;br /&gt;i love that even though i'm here in edmonton,&lt;br /&gt;i have them supporting me from back home.&lt;br /&gt;not even including my family, i really enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;getting all the snail mail, emails and YEY&lt;br /&gt;presents recently because of my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm STILL getting goodies dropped off, so it's&lt;br /&gt;quite exciting! thanks for the support and &lt;br /&gt;thoughts :-) i promise i will get to calling &lt;br /&gt;the ones who i've said i would catch up with...&lt;br /&gt;it's hard with the whole you work, i sleep,&lt;br /&gt;i work, you work, you're out, i'm in thing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i WILL keep trying :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7421053093758530561?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7421053093758530561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7421053093758530561&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7421053093758530561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7421053093758530561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-5364636743538980761</id><published>2008-02-25T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T16:51:25.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OhhhhHHH my goodness, you spoiled brat. Ever heard of cutting the cord? You need to frickin' cut it already. Count down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-5364636743538980761?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/5364636743538980761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=5364636743538980761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5364636743538980761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/5364636743538980761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/ohhhhhhh-my-goodness-you-spoiled-brat.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7354178901537898078</id><published>2008-02-25T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T10:22:31.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kjsadnkl;asfdnkl;asfdnkl;sfda</title><content type='html'>i'm so damn frusterated with my work. i can't be here anymore. i love some of the people i work with, but it's just NOT what i want to do. there's so many things that i hate. at first it seemed like the perfect job cuz it wasn't like anything i had ever done before. now because of certain things i can't help, i just get continually frusterated and i actually have to do breathing exercises between calls to calm me down. i sound so mental, but i really hate doing this. love the people and the way we're treated and the system... but i can't be here anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7354178901537898078?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7354178901537898078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7354178901537898078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7354178901537898078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7354178901537898078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/kjsadnklasfdnklasfdnklsfda.html' title='kjsadnkl;asfdnkl;asfdnkl;sfda'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6200321934555876654</id><published>2008-02-24T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:46:13.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy sunday</title><content type='html'>happy birthday, jo! &lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you're 18&lt;br /&gt;cuz it honestly feels like &lt;br /&gt;just yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i was graduating high school.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see you grad!&lt;br /&gt;hope this year is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;and exciting with the upcoming&lt;br /&gt;decisions you'll be making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i can't wait until summer. like, i realize that although these next few months will go by fast, i'm still excited for the summer. i have a rad couple months coming up. jo's coming back here around the middle of march, then i go back home in the beginning of april... AND i also get to visit in may and june and then sometime in the summer! i'm so stoked to see my family and friends again. last time i was back was SO much fun!!! i know my job's super boring but i'm lucky to be able to travel back and forth so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's crazy how you take someone away from the atmosphere you're used to or add someone and it completly changes. siiiigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6200321934555876654?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6200321934555876654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6200321934555876654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6200321934555876654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6200321934555876654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/lazy-sunday.html' title='lazy sunday'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-2481513073747884045</id><published>2008-02-19T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:20:22.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coo Coo Ca Choo</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was fantastic. Having my sister here was pure amazement. We toured around Edmonton, ate pizza, watched a whole lot of Across the Universe, listened to a whole lot of the soundtrack of Across the Universe, expierenced the Tunnel of Doom and Purple City. Bestest birthday present ever having her here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda want to stay in bed for a week and just listen to Bono. Write a ton, smoke a lot, eat leftover ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is one of my favorite songs from Across the Universe. It's basically impossible to choose which one is my fav so I'll just give you one of many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1v-T15IDYNE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1v-T15IDYNE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-2481513073747884045?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/2481513073747884045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=2481513073747884045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2481513073747884045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/2481513073747884045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/coo-coo-ca-choo.html' title='Coo Coo Ca Choo'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-4632204716230309148</id><published>2008-02-17T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T00:53:29.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>that I'm losing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-4632204716230309148?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/4632204716230309148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=4632204716230309148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4632204716230309148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/4632204716230309148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6110548279815307012</id><published>2008-02-13T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:33:48.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Well, it looks as if I can do no right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try at my job to do the best I can. Occasionally I am recognized for that effort... Most of the time I'm called on what I've been doing wrong. Just when I day happens that I think I've been spectacular at my job, I get the "Share, could you come talk to me?" And I know it can't be a good talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying harder at home. I get frusterated a lot, and I'm trying to teach myself NOT to bitch about problems to other people, but go directly to the source. But I get accused of things that I didn't do and it's fairly frusterating seeing as I'm really starting to try and improve how I deal with things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's some days where I just want to close myself in my room, lock my door and be like OKAY OUTSIDE WORLD, I refuse to face you. But fortuneatly [YES, fortuneatly] for me, that's not the way it works. And I've been blessed with someone in my life who has been attempting to teach me that for the past 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my job. Love the people I work with, but I don't like my job. I have to make that public...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6110548279815307012?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6110548279815307012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6110548279815307012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6110548279815307012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6110548279815307012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7489243937262719708</id><published>2008-02-12T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:28:48.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail</title><content type='html'>I opened a piece of mail today marked from home, and it was a birthday card from my cat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the front, it says "Behind every cold, icy stare, there's love" And then inside, "Happy Birthday from the cat". There's some attempts at paw prints on the inside as well, with a little "PS": Mommy put something on my left paw to sign this card. Doesn't she know I'm right-pawed?? I was really miffed when she tried to wash it off - I have my own ways of dealing with cleanup. And I broke the water cooler, just to show her. Tell her to get a grip. I can communicate just fine without HER help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, I love my Mom. That card totally made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we at the Convent have a phone line!!! I'm currently without a cell phone, probably until next September. So our home phone is my number now! And it's totally exciting... We have long distance so I'll be able to phone home whenever I want! You guys are gonna get sick of me calling all the time, especially my family :-P So that's what is new and exciting for me! Other than that, two more days until I see my siiiiister! She's coming Thursday morning with Steph so we're gonna have an awesome "Share's birthday weekend" ;-) I'm totally stoked!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7489243937262719708?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7489243937262719708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7489243937262719708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7489243937262719708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7489243937262719708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/mail.html' title='Mail'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7081319608495773066</id><published>2008-02-11T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:23:47.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>"It's like dying of obesity when you can't even have a bite of the cake." -Daniel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7081319608495773066?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7081319608495773066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7081319608495773066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7081319608495773066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7081319608495773066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-6978774525210108656</id><published>2008-02-08T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:59:14.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These words are from my heart</title><content type='html'>Turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;Just say goodnight, to yourself&lt;br /&gt;May I remind you&lt;br /&gt;When you find you, you're all alone is when you've got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's when they call you, in the night&lt;br /&gt;He's got your picture in his mind&lt;br /&gt;He's got your number on a paper at his disposal anytime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it really true&lt;br /&gt;Could you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you&lt;br /&gt;So many times we just give it away, to someone who&lt;br /&gt;Someone who you met in bar&lt;br /&gt;The back of a car&lt;br /&gt;And for a moment you felt important but not in your heart&lt;br /&gt;My self esteem, it's been low, go ahead and count it's been lower than low&lt;br /&gt;I know the feeling of it stealing life out from under me&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn, how you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you&lt;br /&gt;So many times we just give it away to someone who, couldn't even remember your name&lt;br /&gt;Could you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you, loves me for me&lt;br /&gt;Give it away to someone who someone who will cherish your name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want to learn, can you save yourself for&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you for you so many times we&lt;br /&gt;Just give it away, someone who, couldn't even remember your name&lt;br /&gt;You save yourself for someone who, loves you for you,&lt;br /&gt;Loves me for me&lt;br /&gt;Give it away to someone who, someone who will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cherish your name&lt;br /&gt;Cherish your name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-6978774525210108656?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/6978774525210108656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=6978774525210108656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6978774525210108656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/6978774525210108656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/these-words-are-from-my-heart.html' title='These words are from my heart'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-7888362453362458255</id><published>2008-02-03T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:29:23.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm definitley feeling homesick today. I miss my brother and sister so much! I get to see Jo in less than two weeks 'cuz she's coming to visit for my birthday, but I won't be able to see Daniel until late April. 3 months isn't that bad, it could have been longer, so I'm greatful that I get to go back before the summer starts to see my family again. But I still miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much anger inside of me right now. It's a weird feeling and I wish I could just take some happy pills and feel better. Unfortunatly, that's not the way it works. I'm struggling through these feelings that are making it hard for me to enjoy where I am. And while I'm struggling, it's making me mad. Probably doesn't help that I was sick later on in the week and don't feel like I've really recovered. Minus last night, I've been in my PJ's all weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not how I pictured where I would be in my personal life. I'm so different from other people my age. I mean, yeah we're all at different points but I feel so cheated. Which in turn, makes me angry. Ultimately I have all these choices to make... Choices that will determine who I am and what I do, and I'm angry that I have to make these choices in the first place. Why is being human so frusterating? Why can't I be more happy for other people rather than wallowing in my own shortcomings? I get to a hump in the road and it just seems like it's this continuous potholed road. One thing after another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of doors slamming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-7888362453362458255?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/7888362453362458255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=7888362453362458255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7888362453362458255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/7888362453362458255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-definitley-feeling-homesick-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-8130844031765831508</id><published>2008-02-01T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T19:46:18.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAME</title><content type='html'>Jenn, Regan, and I are just lounging around on the couches in the living room watching "Ghost Whisperer"... I have barely followed the story line. Really, it's kinda lame as far as I can tell. But Jenn and Regan might argue that one since they're actually into it. We put Maddie down a while ago... Pretty sure she's out for the night. She's teething more, her cheeks are so red and she's really whiney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed a bit in The Convent. I've moved upstairs to Amber's old room and Hanna and Maddie have moved into my room. So we're now 5 girls and a baby. It's nice having Hanna here and fun seeing Maddie grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a bit scary for me. I had really bad pains in my stomach and started having a panic attack. At the time, I was sitting in my room reading a book, and suddenly it felt like I was falling asleep but I couldn't wake myself up. I remember thinking that maybe I had overdosed on advil, and I couldn't feel. I actually thought to myself that I was going to die. It was that bad. I'm pretty sure I scared the crap out of all my roomies... They sat with me until I had settled down, gave me a T3 and eventually I fell asleep. But whoo, it was scary and I didn't remember exactly what happened. They thought it might have been a night terror or a panic attack... I don't know what it was, but I hope it never freaking happens again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, it's only 13 days until my sister comes and visits me!!! I'm so stoked to see her and excited to show her my home! Maybe she'll even look into Concordia [that's wishful thinking though :-P]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOUT OUT to Neal and Heather who have their birthdays TODAY! Awesome, gotta love those February birthdays!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-8130844031765831508?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/8130844031765831508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=8130844031765831508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8130844031765831508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/8130844031765831508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/02/lame.html' title='LAME'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1523847093444129944</id><published>2008-01-30T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:25:18.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>I just found some blog entries from an old Nexopia account from three-ish years ago. I thought I would post one of the little diddies I did and then do it again for what I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 26th, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I Am:: A girl -scared of growing up- in a woman's body. &lt;br /&gt;::I Will:: Learn to appreciate changes.&lt;br /&gt;::I Miss:: Care-free summer days with no worries. &lt;br /&gt;::I Hear:: Myself crying at any time.&lt;br /&gt;::I Smell:: Bannik bread, the ocean, dusty roads. &lt;br /&gt;::I Have:: Many wants, but not needs. &lt;br /&gt;::I Trust:: My mom's feelings above my own. &lt;br /&gt;::I Worry:: That I will never experience a guy's love. &lt;br /&gt;::I Regret:: Not telling Felicia that I loved her. &lt;br /&gt;::I Love:: Talking with S &amp; G &lt;br /&gt;::I Dance:: When I'm alone, knowing I look ridiculous, but not caring. &lt;br /&gt;::I Sing:: All the time, it makes me happy. &lt;br /&gt;::I Can't Stand:: The way you make me feel when you're with her.&lt;br /&gt;::I Loose:: All control. &lt;br /&gt;::I Like:: Daydreaming about other times. &lt;br /&gt;::I Listen to:: You like I'm a sponge sucking up water. I want to know more. &lt;br /&gt;::I Need:: To get motivated.&lt;br /&gt;::I Know:: That people care about me. Even if that's not you. &lt;br /&gt;::I Hope:: That I will be beautiful in Your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;::I hate:: Being left out. &lt;br /&gt;::I am always:: Thinking about how this could be different. &lt;br /&gt;::I want to:: Understand what you're thinking. &lt;br /&gt;::I Crave:: A love that no friend could give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::I Am:: Feeling like I need to do something BIG.&lt;br /&gt;::I Will:: Gradually figure out what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;::I Miss:: Your smell.&lt;br /&gt;::I Hear:: Voices in my head [not scary ones!]&lt;br /&gt;::I Smell:: Banana pancakes&lt;br /&gt;::I Have:: So much love to give.&lt;br /&gt;::I Trust:: That I will turn out alright. &lt;br /&gt;::I Worry:: I went overboard. &lt;br /&gt;::I Regret:: Not telling you what I truely think.&lt;br /&gt;::I Love:: My roomies who keep me sane!&lt;br /&gt;::I Dance:: When I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;::I Sing:: Not as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;::I Can't Stand:: How manipulative you are.&lt;br /&gt;::I Loose:: My head when I think. &lt;br /&gt;::I Like:: When you smile.&lt;br /&gt;::I Listen to:: Country music and Jan Arden. &lt;br /&gt;::I Need:: To know that it's gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;::I Know:: That this is where I need to be. &lt;br /&gt;::I Hope:: That I find true romance.&lt;br /&gt;::I Hate:: The roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;::I am always:: Regreting things I've said and done.&lt;br /&gt;::I want to:: Get inside your head. &lt;br /&gt;::I Crave:: Acceptance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620764073603772844-1523847093444129944?l=sharemcburnie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/feeds/1523847093444129944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620764073603772844&amp;postID=1523847093444129944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1523847093444129944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620764073603772844/posts/default/1523847093444129944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharemcburnie.blogspot.com/2008/01/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Share</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08419399478419722467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620764073603772844.post-1775081906014825486</id><published>2008-01-30T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T18:26:13.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe it's a God-thing</title><content type='html'>I got on the bus this morning, used my bus pass... then somehow lost my wallet from the time I used it on the bus until I went to get back ON the bus this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly scrambled back up to our floor, frantically searching with no success. Finally, I went back to the bus station hoping to beg my way on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After missing two buses since I'd offically gotten off work, two pull up at the same time and I picked the first. I explained to the driver that I had lost my wallet with my money and bus pass in it, and thankfully he was merciful to me and let me stay on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were nearing my stop, I asked him about a lost and found number that I could call to ask about my wallet just in case it had been left on the bus I took in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reaches beside him and pulls out my wallet. "It wouldn't happen to be this one would it?" NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed two buses, had the choice of getting on another two, and my wallet just so happened to be on that particular bus out of like 30 different ones. 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