<?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-6806659241611286227</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:49:12.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's be honest</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-7571744808413890854</id><published>2011-06-10T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:24:56.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dust off the pages and keep moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;it's been an insanely long time since i've made time for this. kind of shameful. sorry to any of you who have been hoping for some sort of update over the last two years - sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;where do i even begin? life has been a whirlwind of all sorts of crazy events since last time we hooked up. so much has happened it almost doesn't make sense to explain it all. let's see if i can do a quick recap. one-two word descriptions? let's go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;graduated. europe (again). robbed. hawaii. almost 26. new apartment. new friends. lost friends. internship. 86-ed outback. skydiving! new job? 20th anniversary. love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;so much more has happened beyond those words. twentieth anniversary? cancer free, kids. isn't that crazy? words cannot express how grateful i am for that second chance at life. still trying to figure out what to do with my life with the second chance. i've been truly blessed, i need to make the most of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;marc and i went to hawaii in april and it was amazing. we went skydiving - one of the highlights of my life. we really needed a vacation at that point. our apartment had been broken into a month before and all of our electronics were take. awful, but life goes on. mama and i went to europe last september. i'm really glad i got to take a trip with my mom that didn't involve a family function. italy, switzerland, france, england. geez, i love my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;i really don't know where else to go with this post. i just really want to get back into this blog to help clear out my mind. it's all cluttered in there lately and i need a place to let it all out. i'll be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-7571744808413890854?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/7571744808413890854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=7571744808413890854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/7571744808413890854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/7571744808413890854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2011/06/dust-off-pages-and-keep-moving-on.html' title='dust off the pages and keep moving on'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-7564018335365266021</id><published>2009-08-10T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:49:29.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I use humor as a defense mechanism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;If I can make a joke about it, I think it won't hurt me. Or at least no one will see that it hurts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;But I'd rather be able to laugh it off than to let it show. If you can't laugh at yourself there's no fun in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm just a jumble of feelings right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-7564018335365266021?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/7564018335365266021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=7564018335365266021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/7564018335365266021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/7564018335365266021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-use-humor-as-defense-mechanism.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-7545556418416786224</id><published>2009-08-08T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:56:30.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open hearts and hummingbirds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I've got so many emotions and thoughts tumbling around in my mind. In one minute my mood can change from ecstatic to desolate to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reminiscent&lt;/span&gt;  to hopeful, and just about a million other feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I feel like I have my heart open for anyone to come and find their way inside. If a someone needs a friend, I'm ready and willing to be that shoulder to cry on or person to share that laugh with. But it seems like everyone is pulling away or leaving me behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I guess it's all part of growing up. Sometimes you need to just go it alone, right? Don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining about being alone. I love Heather time. Those minutes, hours, days I spend by myself help me to reflect, focus, nurture and guide myself in the directions I want to take in my life. Thinking back on where I've been and looking forward to where I am going, while enjoying where I am right now, probably one of the most exciting (and moderately terrifying) things I've ever experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I just wish my friends would be more hands on. I'm almost 24 - and though this time is so invigorating, it would be so much more enjoyable with some of my best friends by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;C'est la vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-7545556418416786224?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/7545556418416786224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=7545556418416786224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/7545556418416786224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/7545556418416786224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2009/08/open-hearts-and-hummingbirds.html' title='Open hearts and hummingbirds.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-5526113020669484569</id><published>2009-04-21T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:18:45.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV can be so cathartic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let's be honest - before I die, I want to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;I was watching Desperate Housewives onDemand today since I missed it when it first aired due to hockey obligations. Edie died. I knew it was coming, but it still hit like a ton of bricks. Yes, I cried. I am a blubbering little cry baby when it comes to this sort of thing. Possibly because when someone I really know dies, I naturally shutdown, so I guess when someone completely fictional dies I can actually let go and bawl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Either way, it just reminded me that I want to keep living it up. I'm finally starting to come out of my safety bubble. I'm finally connecting and reconnecting with people in my life outside of my little circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;I've survived cancer and I just feel like I need to make good on the second chance I've got at living. You never know when your time is up - I just want to know I've done everything to make it worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-5526113020669484569?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/5526113020669484569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=5526113020669484569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/5526113020669484569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/5526113020669484569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2009/04/tv-can-be-so-cathartic.html' title='TV can be so cathartic'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-2799591089120235861</id><published>2009-04-07T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T09:14:45.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama bear tendancies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So let's be honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I love my friends with an intense ferocity - I'm like a mama bear watching over her cubs. But obviously in the more emotional sense of protection. (Ha! Like I could be someone's physical protector!) Anyway, I become really defensive and angry when a friend asks for advice and then throws it back in my face and disappears. Makes sense right? I hate watching my friends walk into a disaster and knowing full well I can't do a damn thing to stop them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;For nearly two years, I've been missing one of my best friends. She was dating someone who just didn't quite work in my lifestyle. Cheaters and I just don't really get along and she decided to follow him and not her friends. (It wasn't only me who got left in the dust.) So, I guess they're finally done. I think. Either way, the thought of having my friend back is one of the most exciting things to happen to me recently. It's those little things that I really hope come back - like Pasta P. lunch dates, two ice teas and then some shopping. Her laugh. She was like a little sister and I really hope that love and friendship can come back to us soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;But maybe I'm just being optimistic. Oh well, there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;OH! I'll be back to talk all about LONDON and PARIS soon:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-2799591089120235861?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/2799591089120235861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=2799591089120235861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/2799591089120235861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/2799591089120235861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2009/04/mama-bear-tendancies.html' title='Mama bear tendancies'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-6220817214096250775</id><published>2009-03-14T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:05:42.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and I start to complain that there's no rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-small; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I leave for London on Friday. I'm excited and a little anxious. $2000 and I don't even know if I'll actually have time to see the city. Hm. Well, I guess time will tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Also, I don't enjoy coming home from work/hockey games on Saturday nights to an empty apartment. I'm irrationally afraid of the dark and empty apartments just make me nervous. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;I need an internship insanely bad. I don't even care if all I end up doing is coffee runs. I know I'm not getting an internship with the Sharks, so I will take what I can get. Which doesn't look like much in this economy. C'est la vie. I wish I remembered more French. I love the language so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;I honestly don't know why I'm blogging right now. I don't really have anything to say. Just a million thoughts running through my mind, none of which are of any importance. I guess I'm just analyzing all the decisions I've made over the last few years and gauging how much outside factors have influenced everything that I've done, or not done. I feel like I've lost my rose-tinted glasses and can't seem to find all the excitement I used to be able to find in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 10px;"&gt;Maybe I'm just tired. Enough rambling for tonight. The Sharks won tonight, so I'm done on that happy note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-6220817214096250775?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/6220817214096250775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=6220817214096250775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/6220817214096250775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/6220817214096250775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-i-start-to-complain-that-theres-no.html' title='...and I start to complain that there&apos;s no rain'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-6344276840334151770</id><published>2009-02-25T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:34:23.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So let's be honest. I am an intense Sharks fan. Yes, as of right now we are #1 in the league with 91 points. We're playing against Detroit right now, and it's pretty obvious that the referees and Toronto are definitely not rooting for the team in teal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Now I'm not asking for the Sharks to be able to get away with murder, but I am expecting an even playing field. These two teams should be able to battle it out without worrying about some prissy penalty call. And I strongly believe that Dan Cleary should have been ejected from the game - that hit from behind on Big Joe was dangerous and unnecessary. Granted Joe came right back out and hustled, but he was on the ice for a little longer than I think any Sharks fan was comfortable with. If that sort of play continues I cannot wait to see who has to answer to Jody Shelley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;This game is a huge statement for BOTH teams. The refs need to let the boys play it out. The Sharks do need to pick up the pace a bit, but that won't be possible if they keep getting lame penalties. And if the Wings are continually allowed to hack/trip/pester to extremes/etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;There has only been 20 minutes of hockey so far and I won't be able to see the rest. Let's hope the better team *cough*Sharks*cough* wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-6344276840334151770?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/6344276840334151770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=6344276840334151770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/6344276840334151770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/6344276840334151770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-lets-be-honest.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-1142816365436296915</id><published>2009-02-03T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:32:03.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>working hard just to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I just called Metro (Silicon Valley) in an attempt to find the internship I so desperately need. I really wanted the internship with the Sharks, but that didn't work out. I wanted the internship with Catapult, but they no longer have enough work to require an intern. I REALLY JUST WANT TO WRITE. Or edit. I would prefer breaking into the hockey arena, because watching &amp;amp; analyzing hockey would be an absolute dream come true. Watching Ovie, Malkin, Toews, Iginla, Lucic.... oh man. It's not even the people, it's the game and the way they play it. It's graceful yet aggressive. In those moments I'm watching a game I am completely and utterly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To be continued... the power in my house is being creepy and flashing on and off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-1142816365436296915?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/1142816365436296915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=1142816365436296915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/1142816365436296915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/1142816365436296915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2009/02/working-hard-just-to-get-my-fill.html' title='working hard just to get my fill, everybody wants a thrill'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-4691611691124933690</id><published>2009-01-20T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:02:01.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new day for america</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;our 44th president of the united states, barack h. obama, was sworn in this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;his inaugural speech was motivating and inspiring. the u.s. is in good hands. we are moving forward as a country - and we are strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;go out and enjoy the day. its going to be beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-4691611691124933690?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/4691611691124933690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=4691611691124933690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/4691611691124933690'/><link rel='self' 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disturbingly evident just how self-centered and lazy my peers are and its all copacetic. its hard for me to take in the fact that people are willing to jeopardize others' grades and their own for no reason other than sheer laziness. all i ask is for a few articles no longer than 1200 words to be turned into me no later than midnight and i only get three out of ten. phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing: do not take out your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frustrations&lt;/span&gt; over a cold or your homework on me. do not dish out the silent treatment for absolutely no reason. fuck your earplugs and your bitchy attitude. my tolerance and patience is wearing thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone, stop being immature little twits! its not flattering a single one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-2376170303268927699?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/2376170303268927699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=2376170303268927699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/2376170303268927699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/2376170303268927699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2007/03/angry-face.html' title='angry face.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-3257956912713342976</id><published>2007-03-01T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T16:09:54.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love when the weather starts changing to spring. walking home in the sun is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its peaceful. even with all the chaos in a college student's life (in anybody's life), walking home on a warm, sunny day is just enough to calm the world. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, smiling at a complete stranger and receiving a smile back is a pleasant little surprise. most people storm by each other (i'm guilty of this too!), but today i made a concious effort to smile at everyone i passed and amazing a majority of the people smiled back. it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the weather starts to stay in this nice, spring way, but i have a feeling its going to be short lived. oh well, one nice day lasts a fair amount of time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-3257956912713342976?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/3257956912713342976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=3257956912713342976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/3257956912713342976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/3257956912713342976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-is-coming.html' title='spring is coming'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-9134346141157022020</id><published>2007-02-21T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:01:13.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;friendship. loyalty. dependability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that we give all to our friendships, our time, money, laughter and tears, when sometimes the other side hardly reciprocates? i spend HOURS upon HOURS doing little things for my friends, whether it be spending time with them when theyre sad, laughing for hours with them when we're happy, making surprises for them for no reason, losing sleep for them when they need to go somewhere early in the morning... but lately the most i've received back is a card saying thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does it mean to be a good friend? what does it take? and why do i always feel like im the chauffer instead of just the one at the wheel? don't get me wrong, im not complaining. i love my friends. but sometimes, i want at least a little bit back in return for everything i give. maybe it just the weather. we'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6806659241611286227-9134346141157022020?l=stellarh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/feeds/9134346141157022020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6806659241611286227&amp;postID=9134346141157022020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/9134346141157022020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6806659241611286227/posts/default/9134346141157022020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stellarh.blogspot.com/2007/02/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056662230991001691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nzktNiPgSwY/Sdt84DSw4vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dkGWwTfFHlA/S220/closeup.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6806659241611286227.post-6425818284898909247</id><published>2007-02-19T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:02:03.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;day one. we'll see how this turns out. sunshine and sandals are back in and i think happy days are on their way back in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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