<?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-2936927512692162200</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:58:55.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is beauty in all imperfections...</title><subtitle type='html'>learn to love them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-2614149214457410487</id><published>2007-10-08T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T12:25:50.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I must say that I have made a new blog on here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the url is dancingdisciple.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope you enjoy it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-2614149214457410487?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/2614149214457410487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=2614149214457410487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/2614149214457410487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/2614149214457410487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-must-say-that-i-have-made-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-6799629866747270523</id><published>2007-09-21T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T00:20:39.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please, pray for me. God is doing something in my life, and I don't know where I am going now. I thought that I had a plan.. I was going to teach high school history, but I don't think that is where I am supposed to be. I don't know, I am stressing... so please pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-6799629866747270523?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/6799629866747270523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=6799629866747270523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/6799629866747270523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/6799629866747270523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/09/please-pray-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-2138706929880236218</id><published>2007-09-16T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:21:25.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what is going to happen, but I know that God has it in his hands. Have you ever wanted something so bad that it hurts to think about? Well, that is how I feel. I don't know exactly what God is going to do with all of this. I don't know how to describe what I am thinking. I really just don't. Well, that is all that has been going on. I have a lot of stuff going on in the next little while... I am going to the fashion show thingy Friday night, staying @ my madre's house for the weekend, then the next weekend is the CCF retreat ( I am REALLY excited!!!)... then I am dancing @ CCF and Cassidy is going to come on the 3rd Thursday of October... I am really excited aobut it all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all that I have to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-2138706929880236218?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/2138706929880236218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=2138706929880236218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/2138706929880236218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/2138706929880236218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-know-what-is-going-to-happen-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-3411454831251920610</id><published>2007-09-07T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:12:36.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... well. I have been @ college for almost a month now. I am going to join the History Club with my roommate Amy. I'm excited. I joined ccf, and that is amazing fun. :) I don't really have much to say at this moment in time. We are watching DuckTales right now... It was my favorite movie when I was little! It makes me really happy. We watched the Jungle Book earlier today, and went to Wal Mart and bought coloring books and crayons! It is really amazing. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I will post some pictures on here later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-3411454831251920610?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/3411454831251920610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=3411454831251920610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/3411454831251920610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/3411454831251920610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-5769923352237324519</id><published>2007-08-11T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T22:23:16.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my dorm room and all of my stuff set up.... I just wanted to share this with all of you. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rr58Dx96iwI/AAAAAAAAABg/yScI6FKQX1A/s1600-h/saving+china+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097648232624458498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rr58Dx96iwI/AAAAAAAAABg/yScI6FKQX1A/s320/saving+china+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rr58ER96ixI/AAAAAAAAABo/fnaKQ-cIQMU/s1600-h/saving+china+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097648241214393106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rr58ER96ixI/AAAAAAAAABo/fnaKQ-cIQMU/s320/saving+china+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rr58Eh96iyI/AAAAAAAAABw/60w4n6pe2QU/s1600-h/saving+china+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097648245509360418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rr58Eh96iyI/AAAAAAAAABw/60w4n6pe2QU/s320/saving+china+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rr58Ex96izI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8M0nSmKmEtI/s1600-h/saving+china+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097648249804327730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rr58Ex96izI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8M0nSmKmEtI/s320/saving+china+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... my summer is slowly coming to an end. Classes start on Wednesday, and I moved in today. I think that this is going to work. My roommate is nice, and we are just hanging out in the dorm right about now, and I am on the computer and listening to the television. I don't know how I feel about today. I just don't know. We ventured out to the lovely town of Villa Rica to go to Wally World and to get food cause she didn't have her id for the meal hall yet. That was rather fun. Well, I think that I am going to get off of the computer now and get some shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;-samantha jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-5769923352237324519?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/5769923352237324519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=5769923352237324519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/5769923352237324519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/5769923352237324519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-my-dorm-room-and-all-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rr58Dx96iwI/AAAAAAAAABg/yScI6FKQX1A/s72-c/saving+china+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-1506186450781859841</id><published>2007-07-06T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:43:04.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went to preview the University of West Ga with my father. I had a good time, all things considered. I love how beautiful the place is during the day. I love how they actually  have green grass and trees and pretty buildings that may (@ times ) block the lovely view, but there is enough of a view for me to be content with a college life. I am glad that I am not going to attend the Georgia State college, cause they are all in the center of Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving in a little over one month now, and to be honest... I am nervous as anything. I don't like the idea of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privelege of watching the movie titled THE MUMMY RETURNS las night and the pretty guardian guy said something that amazed me. They were having a conversation about God, and fighting for God. Well, the main guy, Rick, said that everything was shear coincidence... and then he said something like this "Coincidence doesn't happen if you have faith." I think that it was kind of in that context. Either way.. . I thought that it was an amazing quote. My favorite I do believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is my update for you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovest thou!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-1506186450781859841?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/1506186450781859841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=1506186450781859841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1506186450781859841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1506186450781859841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-went-to-preview-university-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-1861480577731247014</id><published>2007-06-23T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T14:39:25.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few words...</title><content type='html'>Nothing much has occured in the last few months... I graduated. I am going to the University of West GA in the fall. I am ready for a vacation, cause everything in insane right about now. I really need to just be away from my hometown. I realized a few days ago that i really am ready to go to college. I am ready to move out. I have realized that God prepares us for things when He, the King of Kings decides it is time for it... not before and certainly not after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-1861480577731247014?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/1861480577731247014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=1861480577731247014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1861480577731247014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1861480577731247014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/06/few-words.html' title='A few words...'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-2620765956685945854</id><published>2007-04-30T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:47:57.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.... I am cooled off now. I just had to vent some of my hidden anger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say right now. Just thought I would add that I am not a mental case to be institutionalized. LOL. I don't think so @ least. I rather enjoy the way the @ looks... I am particularly fond of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got told that I always looked pretty from one of my friends today, and it felt good. Cause I don't always feel pretty. But one of my friends said something about looking pretty, and this other friend said "Well, It is Sammy, she always looks pretty." I thought it was grand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a Computer Applications Academic award today. That made me feel good, too.&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a feel good day all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-2620765956685945854?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/2620765956685945854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=2620765956685945854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/2620765956685945854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/2620765956685945854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-6973374213111993163</id><published>2007-04-25T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:15:03.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sit here, at the keyboard, with tears on my cheeks. I don't want to cry; I don't want to be sad, hurt, or offended like this anymore. I shouldn't feel this way, I was right to say what I did. I had a right to say what I did, and for that I lost a friend. I made the mistake of speaking my mind, and I believe that the situation is permanent... not to be toyed with any longer. She pushed away a great guy that cared so much for her, and now she has shoved me aside. I don't think that she will have a place to live before she is 19 because she seems to be on a roll, and the family she is with won't have any of it. I learned, today, how to turn the other cheek. I learned how not to argue back when someone has taken it too far from the rocky road that we were on. I learned that I can do this, even when it kills me because it came from a friend. I don't know what will happen, but I don't think that I could bear to hear it anymore... so I am choosing to end it forever. Friends forever is a phrase that means what it states, unless one friend begins to call names and  places... "sticks and stones" isn't relevant when the words come from a friend. As painful as it is to say it, I lost a friend to something stupid... and frankly (I feel badly for feeling this way) I don't want her friendship back. The hurt and tears, I hope, will pass with the time... that is what it is more than anything- the hurt of a friendship for so long lost to the abyss... not the words that were said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-6973374213111993163?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/6973374213111993163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=6973374213111993163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/6973374213111993163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/6973374213111993163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-sit-here-at-keyboard-with-tears-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-314425042130595162</id><published>2007-04-19T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:49:44.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rif_w326tPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zR_h0wf794s/s1600-h/samprom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055290321839764722" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rif_xX26tSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/teHDHMxSXJY/s320/samprom5.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2936927512692162200-314425042130595162?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/314425042130595162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=314425042130595162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/314425042130595162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/314425042130595162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RddsrGAhCQY/Rif_w326tPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zR_h0wf794s/s72-c/samprom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-7661343317349830156</id><published>2007-04-15T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:29:29.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The last While...</title><content type='html'>Well alot has been going in the last little while..&lt;br /&gt;I went to my aunt betty's house for spring break and prom was last night..&lt;br /&gt;I will put more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/xiamsamx/5b262117610499/photo.html" target="_blank" snap_icon_added="spa" icon_trigger="false" text_trigger="true" snap_preview_added="spa" parent_link_icon="maybe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/xiamsamx/5b262117610499/photo.html" target="_blank" snap_icon_added="spa" icon_trigger="false" text_trigger="true" snap_preview_added="spa" parent_link_icon="maybe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/xiamsamx/5b262117610499/photo.html" target="_blank" snap_icon_added="spa" icon_trigger="false" text_trigger="true" snap_preview_added="spa" parent_link_icon="maybe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-7661343317349830156?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/7661343317349830156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=7661343317349830156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/7661343317349830156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/7661343317349830156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-while.html' title='The last While...'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-5631467207652275760</id><published>2007-03-30T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:40:16.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys don't read-- This is Girl Stuff...</title><content type='html'>I just have to state that I absolutley detest being a girl sometimes... I am cramping really bad today. It is all that I can do not to either throw up or cry or fall asleep from a combo of the two. I think I may take something when I get to the band room- but I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-5631467207652275760?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/5631467207652275760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=5631467207652275760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/5631467207652275760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/5631467207652275760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/03/guys-dont-read-this-is-girl-stuff.html' title='Guys don&apos;t read-- This is Girl Stuff...'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-2652378662994815831</id><published>2007-03-21T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T12:13:24.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rant</title><content type='html'>I just have to say that I am thoroughly fed up with the stupid people that don't know how to take care of things. I am also fed up with the teachers that don't teach, but expect you to understand everything... these are also the teachers that do nothing during class except gossip with their friends when they should be doing what they are being payed good money for. I just don't think that it is right when people do things like that. Maybe it is just my mom in me, but I don't like it one bit. I have half of a mind to report teachers like that to the boss, but I don't because that is just who I am. Passive me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't necessarily like being that way. It is just who I am. I am just another teenage girl trying to make a life for myself. I am so ready for Spring Break. I am going to go to my Aunt Betty's (she's not really my aunt) house in Florida. I am so glad because we are leaving on Friday, and are not coming back until the next Saturday or Sunday. I can't wait, because I need a break. I can't think in the midst of this madness that I like to call my life. I don't know what's going on anymore. I am just one person, and I can't handle all of the things without a break. People can tell me that I am just over exaggerating,  being dumb, or just being dramatic about things, but those people don't know what is going on in my head. No one but God knows every thought that I think, every tear that I shed, and every time that I am unable to cry because of the situation being too overwhelming. No one but God. He is the one that I am thinking about all of the time. I am glad for that, and I am thankful for my life and every one  in it. Sometimes, though I jsut have to rant at someone. I have always loved to write, and it has become my calming state (other than being completley engulfed in God) Any time that I am so stressed I can sit down with a notebook or at a computer and I can just write. It is a rare occasion that I stay on topic when I write; therefore, I end up with something like this. Any time that I sit down and write (or type) I just let my thoughts flow and the rant slowly begins to take a turn. It becomes a self analysis and a prayer. I love the fact that God has given me a passion for writing. I may not be the best at it, but I think that it is a good thing for me. It is kind of like dancing. I love to dance. I especially love dancing for God. I want to enroll in a dance class sometime soon, but to do that you have to have money, and to have money you have to have a job (or parents with enough money to just hand it to you, and I don't have that. Money has been tight latley.) I am ready to graduate. I don't know how ready I am to be out on my own, but I am ready to be out of high school. Maybe I am maturing, but some of the people, I believe, are beginning to get more stupid. I know that it sounds mean, but, trust me, it is completley true. I hate it when people just stop in the middle of a hall way, mess with school property or other things like that. It just irks me to think that these people have to potential to be the leaders of the free world.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't have to but you did, and I am greatful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-2652378662994815831?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/2652378662994815831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=2652378662994815831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/2652378662994815831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/2652378662994815831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-rant.html' title='My Rant'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-7935450029182026310</id><published>2007-03-13T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:37:02.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Note on a Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you have to dance in the midst of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, you don't have to say a word.&lt;br /&gt;Most times. you have to fast.&lt;br /&gt;All times, you have to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/37587.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is a miracle that curiosity survives formal education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/37587.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=37587"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/37587.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39949.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39949.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Add to Your Quotations Page" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/myquotations.php?add=39949"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Email this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/39949.html#email"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-7935450029182026310?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/7935450029182026310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=7935450029182026310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/7935450029182026310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/7935450029182026310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-note-on-beautiful-day.html' title='Just a Note on a Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-1960552848175246412</id><published>2007-03-12T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:41:22.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you have to lose something to realize how much you loved it. You can't have the good stuff forever. There is too much good stuff out there to be hooked on just one good thing. I think I just over stayed my welcome on guard. It was just my time to move on. I thoroughly believe that if God wanted me to still be there He would have made it, not easier, but a little better. I loved it while it lasted, but it was time for bigger and better things. I don't know what would have happened if I had not walked out when I did. Who knows? I could have died that night, or something that was not in God's plan might have happened. I don't know... but HE does. My grandmother pointed out over the weekend that I looked better, and stress free. Although the stress part is not fully true... I do feel better. It amazes me sometimes how God will change things in our lives. It can be the smallest thing, like losing your keys, or something HUGE, like quitting a school activity on a competition day, that He changes to make our lifes better, and to fit them into HIS will. I don't blame anyone for what happened, nor do I try to have a pitty party for myself, but I will say this. I trust that God kept me from something that fateful day, and there is nothing that anyone can say contrart to that.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way life feels now. It is GRAND.&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for vacation, though.&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to leave the land, and&lt;br /&gt;head to my beloved sea&lt;br /&gt;and just lay under the sun,&lt;br /&gt;play in the wave,&lt;br /&gt;and possible build a sand castle...&lt;br /&gt;or an entirely new world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My alphabet starts with this letter called yuzz. It's the letter I use to spell yuzz-a-ma-tuzz. You'll be sort of surprised what there is to be found once you go beyond 'Z' and start poking around!” - Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;-sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-1960552848175246412?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/1960552848175246412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=1960552848175246412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1960552848175246412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1960552848175246412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes-you-have-to-lose-something-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-8621860709414355659</id><published>2007-02-22T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:38:59.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Realization</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to realize why I spent so much time in my own world of imaginary things when I was little- I hate the stupidity of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I am going to write a book about my life and how things work in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I might start that on here. Thats what I will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-8621860709414355659?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/8621860709414355659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=8621860709414355659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/8621860709414355659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/8621860709414355659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-realization.html' title='My Realization'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-1471093414030160533</id><published>2007-02-16T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T16:47:36.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This world... is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everyone can lose sight of what they are working towards... they can get too caught up in the ways of this place- this decreped place that we are staying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not of this world. I am in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be surrounded by a sea of people, and yet feel as though I am alone with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, change my heart to be more like You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel artsy and poetic...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-1471093414030160533?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/1471093414030160533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=1471093414030160533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1471093414030160533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1471093414030160533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-818107612452137644</id><published>2007-02-12T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T19:00:20.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>Ok. I don't feel like being deep for long- so here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;I quit guard on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible, but I know that God has it in his hands. I need to trust HIM.&lt;br /&gt;that is all for now. I will put another poem up here later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-818107612452137644?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/818107612452137644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=818107612452137644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/818107612452137644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/818107612452137644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/02/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-4613339605619594331</id><published>2007-01-30T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:35:00.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little things...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;God will lead you to do something that&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to do so you&lt;br /&gt;can take a breath,&lt;br /&gt; just a moment to hear&lt;br /&gt;something that you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;hear otherwise and&lt;br /&gt;appreciate the things you&lt;br /&gt;haven't in a while.  &lt;br /&gt;I feel better about&lt;br /&gt;everything now.&lt;br /&gt;I can go to sleep content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear some wise words of wisdom from a wise man today. He is one of the greatest people that I know and appreciate everything that he has ever done for me. If, by chance you ever read this Dr. Davis, thanks for today. I believe that everything that came out of his mouth today was from God and was something that I needed to hear, especially about what's going on in my life concerning college right now, and how God is gonna do something and is in the process of doing something in and with my life. He is wise, and that is all I have to say for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-4613339605619594331?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/4613339605619594331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=4613339605619594331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/4613339605619594331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/4613339605619594331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-things.html' title='The Little things...'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-7680112387987734319</id><published>2007-01-23T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T20:07:31.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Post</title><content type='html'>Well I just thought that I should say on here that I got into Reinhardt College. I am so excited that it hurts. I also got a $4000 per year award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good, and I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, and never forget, to praise God in all things, weather they are good or bad. You also have to remember to thank HIM for the things he gives you- like the little things that you don't even know that you want, the things we all here in America tend to take advantage of- the freedom we have and the material comforts that surround us on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Samantha Jane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-7680112387987734319?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/7680112387987734319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=7680112387987734319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/7680112387987734319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/7680112387987734319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-post.html' title='Just a Post'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-291805002399750152</id><published>2007-01-13T19:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:35:00.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem from Last Year... enjoy and criticize at will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hope"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The rain begins to fall;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the (storm) has just begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the worst, i (fear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;still has yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The East contains the rising Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Fear of old is gone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More (Hope) is still to come.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The (Love) You give, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazing is the (Peace) You give in the midst of a storm:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My storm,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*just a note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-I was having difficulties with what to write about for my literature class. we had to use the form of some poet (don't remember whom). I heard the song " I will praise you in this storm" by sonic flood (I think) and it inspired me. As I was typing it up, after using about a tree worth of paper, the font kept messing up and I could not fix it because it was being stubborn. This is exactly what I was feeling at that time. It was absolutley insane. I think that it was God doing with it what He wanted. If anyone wants to see the original copy... just ask. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-291805002399750152?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/291805002399750152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=291805002399750152' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/291805002399750152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/291805002399750152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/01/poem-from-last-year-enjoy-and-criticize.html' title='A Poem from Last Year... enjoy and criticize at will.'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-7080170391586129524</id><published>2007-01-08T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:56:01.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Unfailing Love</title><content type='html'>dancing for the Lord is amazing,&lt;br /&gt;especially if you have no clue as&lt;br /&gt;to what you are going to do.&lt;br /&gt;when you go into it blind and&lt;br /&gt;trust God with every step that&lt;br /&gt;you take and will take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell and you caught me,&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord, how great You are.&lt;br /&gt;and you still took the time to&lt;br /&gt;look down on me and catch me&lt;br /&gt;when I was falling, and hoping&lt;br /&gt;that I would be caught by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving arms and&lt;br /&gt;your unfailing love for me.&lt;br /&gt;You have saved me many&lt;br /&gt;times, but I have ignored you.&lt;br /&gt;God, you still love me enough&lt;br /&gt;to catch me when I am falling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-7080170391586129524?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/7080170391586129524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=7080170391586129524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/7080170391586129524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/7080170391586129524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/01/gods-unfailing-love.html' title='God&apos;s Unfailing Love'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-1723303109636546773</id><published>2007-01-04T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:40:06.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read and tell me what you think.</title><content type='html'>The faith of a child.&lt;br /&gt;The little one you see&lt;br /&gt;weaping in the corner,&lt;br /&gt;has a troubled mind&lt;br /&gt;and a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;She longs to be a&lt;br /&gt;princess in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of this chaotic world.&lt;br /&gt;She has heard and seen&lt;br /&gt;too much for her&lt;br /&gt;little mind to bear.&lt;br /&gt;She sits in full&lt;br /&gt;conversation with God&lt;br /&gt;as He holds her tight in&lt;br /&gt;his loving arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-1723303109636546773?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/1723303109636546773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=1723303109636546773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1723303109636546773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1723303109636546773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/01/read-and-tell-me-what-you-think.html' title='Read and tell me what you think.'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-1495114844131668346</id><published>2007-01-02T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:04:37.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom.</title><content type='html'>"Alone in the Rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;i dance to the old music&lt;br /&gt;slowly fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the rain is a great pasttime for me. I absolutley love how the rain falls in your face, and you can hear the raindrops falling like music in the background. Dancing in the rain is a "right of passage." It goes against mothers wise words of " Come in, out of the rain, before you get pnemonia!"  There is also a peace that comes over the world when it is lightly raining. It gets quiet because everyone is afraid of getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my philosophy in life. First of all you must trust God in all things, big or small. You must also live your life with some form of adventure and excitement. I am not saying to go jump off of a cliff, just do things because you want to- not because you are "supposed" to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, everyone should:&lt;br /&gt;* laugh hysterically until you are rolling on the floor and not able to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;* laugh at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* thrash to crazy music when you are upset or happy- this should be done with friends.&lt;br /&gt;* give a dog a bath.&lt;br /&gt;* danced in the rain with friends.&lt;br /&gt;* take a trip with your friends to get away from life.&lt;br /&gt;* take a bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;* run around and play in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;* eat something odd.&lt;br /&gt;* wear silly hats.&lt;br /&gt;* sit on a roof.&lt;br /&gt;*  talk to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;* just sit with someone and know that everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;* HAVE FUN.&lt;br /&gt;* play pirates in a canoe and rowboat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-1495114844131668346?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/1495114844131668346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=1495114844131668346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1495114844131668346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/1495114844131668346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/01/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom.'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936927512692162200.post-8103827865215714274</id><published>2007-01-01T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:44:50.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>I am not perfect be any means. I am well aware of this, and I am glad that I have a loving God that loves me regaurdless of what I do. I love to write, I just have the issue of thinking entirely too much for my own good, and whatever I was writing is blown to an epoch proportion and cannot be completed. I hope that you will bear with me on this. I am going to own a cottage on Tybee Island one day and I will sit all summer and write plays, books, and poetry. I also strive to be a journalist.&lt;br /&gt;I also love to dream about things. If any of you come to know me, you will find that I wil dream both with and for you. I love to think of the things that God allows me to and I run with an inspiration. I am one that if you give me even a hint of HOPE, I will turn it into a dream in less time than it takes to say 1,2,3. God has blessed me with a creative mind, and I hope to achieve great things, so I can give Him, God Almighty, the praise for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2936927512692162200-8103827865215714274?l=gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/feeds/8103827865215714274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2936927512692162200&amp;postID=8103827865215714274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/8103827865215714274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2936927512692162200/posts/default/8103827865215714274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gibsotheembarassment.blogspot.com/2007/01/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>Samantha Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01756675552026498897</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photo.ringo.com/231/231387467RL804112638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
