<?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-5318506</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:10:28.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine on a Cloudy Day</title><subtitle type='html'>Get to know me and see things through my eyes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318506.post-94523140</id><published>2003-05-17T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T21:15:08.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6. My computer is finally put back together (I hope!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Birfday parties!&lt;br /&gt;8. SpongeBob Square Pants&lt;br /&gt;9. My mom taking me out to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;10. Waking up to someone saying "Good morning beautiful."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318506-94523140?l=sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/94523140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/94523140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94523140' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318506.post-94433888</id><published>2003-05-15T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T22:49:34.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. Been awhile since I decided that I would make my list. Here's the things that are making me naturally high at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My boyfriend returning to town, for forever.&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom's chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;3. Striking up a converstation in the copy room.&lt;br /&gt;4. Unexpected phone calls/emails/mail.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunny Friday afternoons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do five each time i sit down and finally do something. We'll see how this goes. &lt;br /&gt;Smiles, L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318506-94433888?l=sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/94433888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/94433888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94433888' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318506.post-94088050</id><published>2003-05-09T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T20:31:26.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I've gotten this in an email a few times, but i've always made my own lists in my head. So, here for your enjoyment, the list received through email. Copy it and send it off if you want. It makes me happy. In the time to come, I will periodically add my favorite list till I reach 50 (or more???). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;50 Natural Highs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;3. A hot shower. &lt;br /&gt;4. No lines at the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;5. A special glance.&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting mail &lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Finding the sweater you want is on sale for half price.&lt;br /&gt;12. Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla!) (or strawberry)&lt;br /&gt;13. A long distance phone call.&lt;br /&gt;14. A bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;15. Giggling. &lt;br /&gt;16. A good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;17 The beach &lt;br /&gt;18. Finding $20 in your coat from last winter.&lt;br /&gt;19. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;20. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.&lt;br /&gt;21. Running through sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;22. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;23. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;24. Laughing at an inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;25. Friends. &lt;br /&gt;26. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;br /&gt;27.. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;28. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;br /&gt;29. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;30. Playing with a new puppy.&lt;br /&gt;31. Having someone play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;32. Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;33. Hot chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;34. Road trips with friends.&lt;br /&gt;35. Swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;36. Wrapping presents under the Christmas tree while eating cookies and drinking your favorite tipple.&lt;br /&gt;37. Song lyrics printed inside your new CD so you can sing along without feeling stupid. &lt;br /&gt;38. Going to a really good concert.&lt;br /&gt;39. Making eye contact with a cute stranger&lt;br /&gt;40. Winning a really competitive game.&lt;br /&gt;41. Making chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;42. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;43. Spending time with close friends.&lt;br /&gt;44. Seeing smiles and hearing laughter from your friends.&lt;br /&gt;45. Holding hands with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;46. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or&lt;br /&gt;bad) never change &lt;br /&gt;47. Riding the best roller coasters over and over.&lt;br /&gt;48. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.&lt;br /&gt;49. Watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;50. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sMiLe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318506-94088050?l=sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/94088050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/94088050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94088050' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318506.post-94014718</id><published>2003-05-08T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T14:52:31.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEEP...BEEP...BEEP... I sit up in bed... Man I hate my alarm. But wait... it's only 7:00am, I'm not getting up till 9:00... so what's that noise? It must be the bread trucks at Williams. No, their beep is higher pitched. So what IS that??? My room mate informs me it's the fire alarm. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. Out of the building we go, taking our time, only to stand outside with fellow complex mates in hoddies and bed-head. Two minutes later we are allowed back in. Back to sweet, sweet sleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318506-94014718?l=sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/94014718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/94014718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94014718' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318506.post-93819464</id><published>2003-05-05T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T13:12:00.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Ed came over last night, or i guess this morning, at 1:00am. I had been asleep but he really wanted to talk to me. So he came over and we talked till 330 about everything that's happened over the past 6 months or so regarding our friends and ourselves. I have a lot of Christian friends, what I would considered much "more" Christian than myself, and at the same time, many of them are very hippacritical which i am very against. Christianity is all about love for your friends and family and strangers. And that love comes from God. God is the final judge, not your fellow humans, thus i see that we should give EVERYONE love, even if we don't agree with their actions, because in the end, if they are wrong, God will take care of it. So we talked about that, and he informed me that he was worried about me Saturday night and had gotten a really bad feeling that something bad was happening, something that has never happened before. &lt;br /&gt;Ed is anything but one of my hippacritical friends, he know's he's not perfect, and he doesn't try to act like he is. He speaks from his heart. &lt;br /&gt;So i found out that one of my hippactical friend's freaked out at my bf Lindsay after he saw my pictures from Mexico on the internet. He informed her that she HAD to talk to me and tell me not to do that yada yada yada. And he never said a word to me. And neither did she. But not because she didn't want to, it just wasn't the right time. But it hit her really hard and Jason had no right to do that to her, especially if he wasn't going to talk to me. So that made me cry that she took such a blow for me. And oddly enough, I can't talk to her about it because early early this morning she left for Europe for the next month!  &lt;br /&gt;But it was really nice to know that Ed's always there for me and would give anything to keep all us girls safe. He's a way cool friend that I hope I have forever. Somehow, we are a lot alike and so can connect pretty well. He gave me 1 Corinthians 10:23. Paul says, "Everything is permissible - but not everything is beneficial. Everything is permissible - but not everything is constructive." It a powerful few words that mean a lot and can be regarding many aspects of life. Ed's giving me a lot to think about. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318506-93819464?l=sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93819464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93819464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93819464' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318506.post-93752291</id><published>2003-05-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T10:25:25.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday Morning: and it's just after 10. And I've been up for an hour. Ugggg. Little advice for all y'all: drinking is SOOOOO much fun when you are doing... BAD IDEA in the morning. I have no head ache (yippee!), but my tummy is feeling like the dryer in the basement going around and around and around and around... you get the picture. Have not thrown up, THANK GOD. I've only thrown up once from drinking... it was after too much coke and rum and then a few saltines. Let me tell you, i never want to do THAT again. Uggg. Bufore that I hadn't thrown up since 3rd grade. &lt;br /&gt;I hardly ever drink. I don't get the people that can drink Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. HOW DO THEY LIVE? And why do they choose to live that way? Is their life so horrible that the only way it's worth living is to wash it all away in the whirl of a night of partying? And what of all the kids who drink so much they can't stand? Yes, normally i'm one that helps take care of these people... get them back to their rooms and such and then let their roommate take over. But seriously. To loose that much control of yourself that your meer survival (or at least waking up some place familiar) is dependant on those around you. I could NEVER do that. Two reasons: 1) I would never want to put someone in the possition to be my babysitter cause I can't control myself and won't remember what happened in the morning. 2) Ugggg... hangover.... and maybe hospital or something even worse like that...&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm stuck in the delema of whether or not to eat something... It might clam my stomach, which i hope, or it could just come back up... which i definately don't want to happen. But, since my tummy's growling a bit, maybe that's a good sign? Uggg... ok, last one. You won't be hearing about me drinking for a long time now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Got something to say? LEG14@aol.com &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318506-93752291?l=sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93752291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93752291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93752291' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318506.post-93550378</id><published>2003-04-30T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T13:02:21.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here thinking... Does anyone know I'm even on the web? Survey would probably say no, however, I'm a very science oriented type person, and thus will be adding a counter to prove that I am right. Until then, I'm wishing I was out enjoying the sunshine but am instead heading over to my favorite building on campus, Willamate Hall. I'll tell you all abut it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318506-93550378?l=sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93550378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93550378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93550378' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318506.post-93439059</id><published>2003-04-28T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T19:33:13.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here looking out my 4th floor window. I love it. I can see the clouds moving forever. Right now the wind is pushing them rather rapidly to my right... I think it's west, not sure though. Anyway, it's great because when it's sunny I can see the clear sky forever. When the weather is in between, I can see the blue sky peaking through, or the different dimentions in the clouds. Unitl I lived here, I never noticed it so often. I've always loved looking out a window or in person. At the trees in a forest, the ocean hitting the beach, the ducks in a pond. It makes me enjoy the day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318506-93439059?l=sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93439059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93439059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93439059' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5318506.post-93197736</id><published>2003-04-24T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T13:32:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it's my first day, first blog and for now, it will be short. I'm not giving out my address to my buddies, so if they come across it, well, that just rocks. I'll shout out to Donnie J. Everyone loves him, only he doesn't think so. If you every come across this, thanks for inspiration. He's a cool kid, visit his site. &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.idiofunctional.com"&gt;www.idiofunctional.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt; Oh, quick info on me, I'm Laura G, a college student, and living in Oregon. Any questions, shout 'em out. In the next few weeks, this should really get rolling. Until then... smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5318506-93197736?l=sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93197736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5318506/posts/default/93197736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine_on_a_cloudyday.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93197736' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08645017192344512957</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></entry></feed>
