<?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-2576137013481810749</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:22:10.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Down In And Around</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quintessencially.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576137013481810749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quintessencially.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daisy..?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436894254853932843</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2576137013481810749.post-7452623555731953047</id><published>2008-02-13T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:00:04.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today..In Class.</title><content type='html'>So I was in class..apparently, and i had a few thoughts. Like..I usually do, but instead of just turning up my ipod I wrote them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good for my health you know? or atleast for my grammer skittitlezzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know how sometimes you look around at all the laughing faces of your peers and you feel so all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you are TRULY alone, seeing as you have friends, people you laugh and share with , but you still feel so fifferent from everyone else around ....because..why? You think differently? No, i suppose everyone think these thoughts at one point, but..If i truly believe i was thinking dfferently  I'd be giving myself too much credit. I don't care about alot of the things my crowd think about. like, i think outside the box, or i like to think so, but..i suppose everyone else does too..so if we're all thinking outside the box..whose left INSIDE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told I'm a people watcher, you know, watching, critizcing, complimenting, rolling my eyes, and talking to myself about how pathetic much of humanity  has become.. And i wonder, why do I..and others..consider my thinking so much different from the regular crowd? Am I The Only One??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And among my peers, writing, laughing, giggling, I watch the teacher but i don't hear what she's saying. I look at my papers but the symbols warp and mix and i don't comprehend. I fill in the lines, writie the words, but they feel empty, like without purpose, but i do it cause i have to, cause people tel lme to.&lt;br /&gt;When people look at me they see a people person, someone who loves to be surrounded by complany someone who loves attention, but the world swirls around me, and i only seem to notice the little things ,like smiling at a complete stranger, or catching the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;As the class speaks, participaes, learns, I keep turning my Ipod up higher, drowning out the higher education and words. I figure I can just study what i need to at home, but who am I kidding...I don't study..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2576137013481810749-7452623555731953047?l=quintessencially.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quintessencially.blogspot.com/feeds/7452623555731953047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2576137013481810749&amp;postID=7452623555731953047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576137013481810749/posts/default/7452623555731953047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2576137013481810749/posts/default/7452623555731953047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quintessencially.blogspot.com/2008/02/todayin-class.html' title='Today..In Class.'/><author><name>Daisy..?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03436894254853932843</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></feed>
