<?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-5446236156006271211</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:46:00.271-07:00</updated><category term='the sublime motion'/><category term='blog'/><category term='move'/><title type='text'>A Journey For Two</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-2015889079025342861</id><published>2009-03-26T06:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T06:21:05.852-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sublime motion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So for anyone who would like to know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't lie about continuing to post, they just go to a new place now. So for those interested check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesublimemotion.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Sublime Motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was time for a little change and thus a new blog was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-2015889079025342861?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2015889079025342861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=2015889079025342861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/2015889079025342861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/2015889079025342861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-for-anyone-who-would-like-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-169321726337299025</id><published>2009-01-03T00:07:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:32:14.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!! I think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/SV8Q45rSbOI/AAAAAAAAADU/CgUKK36Ouno/s1600-h/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286963057297353954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/SV8Q45rSbOI/AAAAAAAAADU/CgUKK36Ouno/s320/secret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;So it's been over a year since I've written anything on here and alot has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;And firstly for anyone who ever read this, a new name. We are now "The Sublime Motion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Next i'm no longer trying to reconcile my religious beliefs and my sexuality. I have found that after my deprogramming I no longer need to try and I am a happier person for it. On that same note though there is nothing to regret or feel sorry for. It would seem that a person's path isn't always clear and that maybe we just need to go with it when we feel a little lost. It will work out for the better because we are not ment to suffer and be miserable. Anyways peace out bloggies, I'll be back later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-169321726337299025?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/169321726337299025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=169321726337299025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/169321726337299025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/169321726337299025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-its-been-over-year-since-ive-written.html' title='I&apos;m Back!! I think.'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/SV8Q45rSbOI/AAAAAAAAADU/CgUKK36Ouno/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-3331871576460272193</id><published>2007-12-05T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:52:49.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate........Haste*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I was hasty in my decision before. Although I'm still not sure this is actually helping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate my life right now. I'm angry all the time. And even though I keep telling people I don't know why I'm sure it has to do with Ben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know how to stop either but if anything has such a detrimental effect on the soul as hate and anger I don't know what it could be.  It's beginning to seep into all my thoughts and actions.  I'm hostile towards my friends and rude to people i don't know.  I just don't seem to care anymore.  My thoughts of late have been "what does it matter what others think, they'll only hurt you in the end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know these thoughts should seem bleak, but they've become the norm.  I wish I knew how to heal what i feel.  I don't though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-3331871576460272193?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3331871576460272193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=3331871576460272193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/3331871576460272193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/3331871576460272193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/12/hatehaste.html' title='Hate........Haste*'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-6280845043528836499</id><published>2007-11-25T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T03:19:46.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't really think this blogging crap is helping.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;With all of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-6280845043528836499?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6280845043528836499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=6280845043528836499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/6280845043528836499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/6280845043528836499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-am.html' title='3 a.m.'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-3931965602201127324</id><published>2007-11-15T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:54:09.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a murakami but better....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RzyZaOD4uJI/AAAAAAAAACI/aFQtXapA-yg/s1600-h/Untitled-5copy3copy%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133146351025567890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RzyZaOD4uJI/AAAAAAAAACI/aFQtXapA-yg/s320/Untitled-5copy3copy%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RzyYZuD4uII/AAAAAAAAACA/ckT-8gSvQvE/s1600-h/Untitled-5copy3copy%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I went out to LA this past weekend. And I hurt someone besides myself in the process. I didn't mean to. I didn't want to either. And now I'm not sure we'll really talk anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I couldn't lie to myself either. I'm still so hung up on Ben that I was thinking about him the whole weekend anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So now what..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate not being able to control my feelings. You'd think that by a certain point in your life you'd be able to do that. Just understand why you feel a certain way and then stop it. I like it when I'm devoid of feelings for those around me. That's really the only time my mind is at rest. Why do we need to care anyways. Someone always just ends up hurt.&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/5446236156006271211-3931965602201127324?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3931965602201127324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=3931965602201127324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/3931965602201127324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/3931965602201127324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-murakami-but-better.html' title='Not a murakami but better....'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RzyZaOD4uJI/AAAAAAAAACI/aFQtXapA-yg/s72-c/Untitled-5copy3copy%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-6104660146415887399</id><published>2007-11-07T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:14:15.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1973</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RzIOgVLCNnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P3R_e0591PY/s1600-h/1973_single%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130178874130445938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RzIOgVLCNnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P3R_e0591PY/s320/1973_single%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RzINvlLCNmI/AAAAAAAAABs/mH-JrZWjlNU/s1600-h/1973_single%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I still don't know what i'm doing. I know it's been awhile since i logged on here though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm falling away. I keep going to church, sporadically at least. And I go to FHE. Sometimes I pray, at least if it's praying even when it's only in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest problem is I've fallen for a guy, hard. I can't get over him. And the problem is he knows it. He says he's just playing me. Cause he could never really be with another guy. I really think he's just playing himself. Of course he's a member too, so he wants to get married and have kids. He'll be miserable and ruin some girls life. At least that's what we've talked about a little, but it's what he wants. I mean he even said that he wouldn't be able to love any girl the way that she deserves to be loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the church has to be so absolute that it forces us to make decisions which would seemingly hurt others or ourselves. The worst part is while I do have a certain ammount of self interest in what he's doing I'm friends with the girl he's dating, or trying to date. She's liked him for a really long time and I can't justify him ruining her life so he can prtend to be normal. I'm probably just bitter really. But what am I supposed to do? He keeps leading me on and even though I know that that is what's going on I can't help feeling the way I do. He keeps me dangling by a thread, just waiting to see what happens. That's pretty much me right now. just waiting to see what he does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-6104660146415887399?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6104660146415887399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=6104660146415887399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/6104660146415887399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/6104660146415887399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-i-still-dont-know-what-im-doing.html' title='1973'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RzIOgVLCNnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P3R_e0591PY/s72-c/1973_single%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-3952377775754896670</id><published>2007-11-07T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T12:13:41.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>side note: (before i forget)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nice to have met you AtP. Wish we'd got to talk more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-3952377775754896670?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/3952377775754896670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=3952377775754896670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/3952377775754896670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/3952377775754896670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/11/side-note-before-i-forget.html' title='side note: (before i forget)'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-5043089126107915870</id><published>2007-09-24T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:44:57.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And What Now.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And what now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the conference this weekend. I really wanted to go too. I think. I know people who went although I don't know anyone else there. My friend said it was good. I guess I have to take his word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda gloomy out. It's drizzling and cold. I did put up halloween decorations today. Now they're just making me depressed though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a relationship. But...&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know that I could make myself try one with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;I had problems with guys when I was attracted to them. How would I make it work with a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything I feel in such conflict with the church?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I'm done I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-5043089126107915870?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5043089126107915870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=5043089126107915870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/5043089126107915870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/5043089126107915870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-what-now.html' title='And What Now.......'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-6011308538857589062</id><published>2007-09-07T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:47:34.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A destructive dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107500527963877106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RuF8q2NoLvI/AAAAAAAAABc/1nhYGdl4Dwo/s320/A+Destructive+Dog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm finally back online.  Not that I'll post much more frequently.  I just don't feel the ambition to do it lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't in much of anything really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I stopped meeting with our missionaries here quite awhile ago.  At first I was telling myself that I had to much to work on with myself to be worrying about whether or not i was fellowshipping anyone else.  But really I can't stand them.  Is that really as bad as it sounds?  And really it's only one of them.  I feel that he's to over zealous and long winded to boot.  He can't ever do a fifteen minute member lesson.  They always run sooo long.  I wish he'd transfer already.  I miss the others.  I don't know if they were better, but i thought of them as friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways where this is supposed to be heading I think is that I'm that destructive dog.  There seems to be a part of me that wants to try.  But my other side is like a puppy getting into trouble when the masters not around.  I constantly fight myself for control cause I just don't listen.  I don't see how I can progress, not only in the church but in life, if I can't control a willful puppy.  A lost hungry puppy.  The ones that look at you with sad eyes, cause someone broke something in them a long time ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now was that melodramatic or what?  Eh, I'll post it anyways.  if anyone asks, I was just being stupid and got carried away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-6011308538857589062?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/6011308538857589062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=6011308538857589062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/6011308538857589062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/6011308538857589062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/09/destructive-dog.html' title='A destructive dog'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RuF8q2NoLvI/AAAAAAAAABc/1nhYGdl4Dwo/s72-c/A+Destructive+Dog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-5536236099436340199</id><published>2007-08-25T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:55:25.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Middle of Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still around i just don't have internet right now.  I'll be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-5536236099436340199?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/5536236099436340199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=5536236099436340199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/5536236099436340199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/5536236099436340199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-middle-of-dancing.html' title='In the Middle of Dancing'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-2113340302359753762</id><published>2007-07-25T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:34:22.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RqfvQRNA2oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SS81AsWN_C0/s1600-h/sacred_grove%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091300966540565122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RqfvQRNA2oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SS81AsWN_C0/s320/sacred_grove%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Should this feel like home? Shouldn't I feel a warm peaceful calm wash over me? Why is it that I can't feel it at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like the spirit has left me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in prayer and scripture study and during all the other times that I strive to be faithful and feel heavenly father's love I can't. I really wish that I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-2113340302359753762?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/2113340302359753762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=2113340302359753762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/2113340302359753762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/2113340302359753762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/07/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RqfvQRNA2oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SS81AsWN_C0/s72-c/sacred_grove%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-9156524299733821110</id><published>2007-07-18T09:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:34:06.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, So Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/Rp421ckAfXI/AAAAAAAAABI/rt4e3mbM18E/s1600-h/images%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088564920803425650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/Rp421ckAfXI/AAAAAAAAABI/rt4e3mbM18E/s400/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can a person fail at life? Is there a point where you've just let so many people down, and you're so unhappy in your own life that it just becomes obvious that you've failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I keep letting myself get into situations that I don't want to be in. And this happened quite recently. I was with this guy I know. And I knew if I stayed around I would slip up. And yet I went there in the first place. To say the least I backslid a bit. But as soon as I left I regreted having gone in the first place, and it's been eating at me. My friend told me I just need to talk to my bishop. But I can't bring myself to do it. I actually met with him that day, but it was too fresh in my mind and I was embarassed. And now the longer I wait the harder it gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just feel like I've let a lot of people down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was kind of funny, at least in my mind, that one of the speakers in sacrament this weekend said something along the lines of "trying to stay on the path without asking for help is the way to dig yourself to hell." Not exact I admit but very close. I guess that's part of my problem though. "Give your burdens to the Lord," is something I've heard numerous times, but I don't ask for help. It seems weak. And maybe it's the other way. That a man who can't admit when he needs help is the weaker, but i've never really asked for help. I would starve, and suffer, and fail before asking for help because i should be able to do it on my own. Shouldn't I?&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/5446236156006271211-9156524299733821110?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/9156524299733821110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=9156524299733821110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/9156524299733821110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/9156524299733821110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-long-so-long.html' title='So Long, So Long'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/Rp421ckAfXI/AAAAAAAAABI/rt4e3mbM18E/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-8496023528251015774</id><published>2007-07-15T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:33:43.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nocturne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087455341772307778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RppFrckAfUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SyBj0zGAjmg/s320/8f709dd5fed71d01ee1c177798eb9b3e%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well it's Sunday morning, and I'm not even sure I should be blogging right now but oh well. Not only that but I don't think the title is really appropriate either but it's closer to how I feel than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night didn't turn out too bad. The ward campout was fun but I still got the feeling that half the time I didn't belong. I was just glad that I took my dog with me so I had someone to cuddle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't really help that while I'm trying to do this I'm only half committed it seems. I can't seem to stop thinking if I could get into a serious relationship with a guy that I'd be happy. But now I can't even fully commit to that idea either. It's almost funny because when I go to sacrament everyone's always mentioning their testimony. And as short a time as it's been since my baptism I feel that I couldn't just leave the church. It seems I'm just supposed to learn to live in a constant state of dissatisfaction. Ever felt that way? That just no matter what, you're supposed to be unhappy. I do, alot lately. Well I should get ready for church. I haven't been in a couple weeks so as much as I want to stay home I shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5446236156006271211-8496023528251015774?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/8496023528251015774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=8496023528251015774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/8496023528251015774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/8496023528251015774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/07/nocturne.html' title='Nocturne'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RppFrckAfUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SyBj0zGAjmg/s72-c/8f709dd5fed71d01ee1c177798eb9b3e%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-7905797524222209933</id><published>2007-07-13T11:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:33:20.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RpfjE8kAfSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/BlrFjLzv1dw/s1600-h/thumbnail%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086783978254400802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RpfjE8kAfSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/BlrFjLzv1dw/s320/thumbnail%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever listened to Ani. My friend Erica turned me on to her. She's not really the type of person that I should associate with anymore. But how do you just cut people out of your life. I know what it's like to be on the other side of the cut and it's not fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not only that but I don't want to. I'm having a hard time remaining faithful to the covenants I've made to heavenly father. And maybe it has to do with the people I refuse to sever ties with, but what if it isn't. Then it seems to me that I'm getting rid of the people who give me strength when i don't feel worthy of speaking with my father in heaven. And this is a lot more frequently as of late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate being around my friends in the church because none of them actually know me and I feel like a fake. How bad does that make me. Not only that but there's always the feelings of jealousy, because of what some of them have when I can't. I always look at these relationships and think how that's what I want, and then realize that it's because I want to be with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; not her. I want &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; to hold me in &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; arms. That's when I have to stop because I shouldn't want that, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My bishop says that I should try to immerse myself in the church. And I did for awhile, but now Charlie is getting married in a month, Tom is moving, Brooke is heading to BYU Idaho, &amp;amp; Troy already left for Provo. So my friends are just leaving and then when I get sick of seeing the rest of them how do I stay "immersed"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The worst part about this whole thing quite honestly is today started out as such a great day. And now I'm just depressed without any real reason to be. Well the student ward is going camping tonight so I guess I'll tag along and see how that goes. I know this is kinda scatter-brained so I think I should stop for awhile.&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/5446236156006271211-7905797524222209933?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7905797524222209933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=7905797524222209933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/7905797524222209933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/7905797524222209933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/07/superhero.html' title='Superhero'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RpfjE8kAfSI/AAAAAAAAAAg/BlrFjLzv1dw/s72-c/thumbnail%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446236156006271211.post-7530061166673976657</id><published>2007-07-13T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:32:58.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For Starters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RpfJZMkAfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BOhZuC5sZrA/s1600-h/Calvin+and+Hobbes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086755738844429570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RpfJZMkAfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BOhZuC5sZrA/s200/Calvin+and+Hobbes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess I should start with some sort of introduction, but I'm not really that good at doing these things. That being said I guess I'll just take off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not sure why I even decided to start a blog but I think that maybe it's more for the benefit of my own sanity than anything else. So we'll see if it helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm a recent convert to the LDS church. I also have, or suffer from or what ever you would like to call it, SSA. For those of you who don't know what that is, it stands for Same Sex Attraction. And if you're still around after having read that I'd like to add it's something I struggle with every day. Because to be a part of the church and not hate myself or feel like a complete hypocrite I have to fight myself and what my mind is usually telling me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So now that i've got that out in the open I guess the rest will just be keeping up with this. And if anyone ever actually reads this I wish you the best of luck, cause, at least for me, it's not easy to see others suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&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/5446236156006271211-7530061166673976657?l=ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/feeds/7530061166673976657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5446236156006271211&amp;postID=7530061166673976657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/7530061166673976657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5446236156006271211/posts/default/7530061166673976657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajourneyfortwo.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-for-starters.html' title='Just For Starters'/><author><name>Cødex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01766872731395203220</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JaO4_vhNskM/Tb3RXOhiFsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JuOvRRHFdbg/s220/WoWScrnShot_042311_101826%2B%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FdvUZIiDHO0/RpfJZMkAfQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BOhZuC5sZrA/s72-c/Calvin+and+Hobbes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
