<?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-16238703</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:42:10.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Boredom Has Set In</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-114921939103258578</id><published>2006-06-01T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:36:31.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/1600/Terry"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/320/Terry%27s%20pics%20206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; such turmoil, sometimes it just represents my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-114921939103258578?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/114921939103258578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=114921939103258578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/114921939103258578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/114921939103258578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2006/06/rainy-days.html' title='rainy days'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-114921923231658043</id><published>2006-06-01T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:33:52.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know what to do</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do. I am trying to be okay but this week has just been a downer and all i want to do is leave....everything. I want out of srq and florida all together, i need a getaway or i just might break. Other than my lovely friend whitney i dont know who my friends really are, i mean i have lotsa people that i hang out with but how do you know if they are your friends?? I wish I didnt have to finish school and i could just take a break from it all, sometimes things just suck, im not motivated to do anything except wait for georgia but even then i still wont be away, i will be with people who i sometimes consider my family and other times just dont know what to think. when emily and jackie were having a rough patch, em and i got close and now they are close again and i know i am supposed to fit in there but sometimes i just feel like i dont. this week my sister made me feel like shit and i tried to ignore her and just clean but she just kept going until i believed it and then it made me start questioning everything. i work so hard and it is never good enough. i am trying to reach a goal and people keep throwing obstacles at me and i know its not supposed to be easy but at least help me out a little or sheez let me see that i am getting a little closer because i see no change. you know life is funny, it seems like everyone i know is dating someone and it seems like no matter how hard i work out or try to be okay with it, im not, i figure if i work out i am relieving stress and working towards gaining confidence and liking myself better but it just doesnt matter. last weekend i had a breakdown and it hasnt gone away, i just cant do anything right and am usually not good enough. For once i just want something to go right(and not come back at me in some way) or at least be a little easier on me. maybe i am just meant to be alone all my life, which sucks but if this is true would someone please tell me because i would like to start now and ge toff the rollercoaster. i cant take it anymore. i just want out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-114921923231658043?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/114921923231658043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=114921923231658043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/114921923231658043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/114921923231658043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='I dont know what to do'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-114620430540785498</id><published>2006-04-27T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:05:05.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there, so i know its been a long time since i posted but everything is always so up and down and i have come to realize that most of my postings were depressing. Haha this one is going to be good because i am procrastinating, just drinking my rockstar energy drink and procrastinating on the studying....After my test and working 9 hrs tomorrow i am going to pass out. lol. i am happy its the end of the semester and almost time for georgia. in the next week i will be packing up my stuff and moving home for the summer, i thought it was great at first because i miss it there and now over the past week have realized while that is still great, i am going to miss tampa because i have a life up here and living 2 lives is hard, near impossible.  In srq I have my best friend emily and up here I have my best friend whitney, and we cant forget her great roommates mark and brittney(especially because they haven't kicked me out yet, even when i am there almost every night). I just keep weighing everything and wish someone would make a choice for me lol. I will be good though because no matter what i will be at USF to get my bachelors degree and then whit and i are going to be traveling nurses together, which is going to be freaking awesome because i can't think of anyone else i would want to see the U.S. with. If you are reading this remember that you are awesome, no matter what(even when the hockey pucks, balls(hehe), pillows and sharp objects fly( and you are the one who gets it with the hockey pucks so i am sure i deserve the rest lol)). Oh on a lower note i would like to know where my cousin is, i am beginning to think he has  fallen off the face of the earth. he used to atleast stop by sears and wave but now he is so busy with everything i dont know that he exists(was there supposed to be a oops you fell of the face of the earth party or anything? maybe someone could let me know). Oh well i am sure when he finds a spare second he might drop an email to say hi. i might have scared him off(my last email to him was a little depressing), like i said life is a rollercoaster and not the fun kind(its like putting the itch in bitch(the herpes kind lol)). well im going to go back to anatomy now..... until next time have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-114620430540785498?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/114620430540785498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=114620430540785498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/114620430540785498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/114620430540785498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-there-so-i-know-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-113747492938259871</id><published>2006-01-16T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:15:29.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/1600/Terry"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/320/Terry%27s%20pics%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this. Georgia was the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-113747492938259871?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/113747492938259871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=113747492938259871' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113747492938259871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113747492938259871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-miss-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-113746869618210907</id><published>2006-01-16T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:11:36.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it Ironic</title><content type='html'>Life is funny. Everything can be going great and falling into place and making everyone happy but then its like a crash and something goes wrong. That happened and it made me sad, not just me but others too. Although I am getting my spirits back in place because on friday night my friends are coming to town and we are gonna party. I love the peoples from the 941 well most of them, you can't love em all or even know 'em all. I really don't want to go to class tomorrow, 8:30 is such an awful hour to have to see, hopefully I can stay awake because after that I have to work. Oh, last night we lost electric for and hour and a half, really sucked, almost made me miss desperate housewives and grey's anatomy(that would have been bad). You want to know what sucks more though? my cousin!! An update on working is that it is different still, I get really bored when I have no one to talk to.  Oh yeah I have resorted to counting people in the store...it's really sad. I don't think I have anything else to say....well bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-113746869618210907?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/113746869618210907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=113746869618210907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113746869618210907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113746869618210907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2006/01/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isn&apos;t it Ironic'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-113712573494723181</id><published>2006-01-12T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:15:34.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am sad....somebody fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-113712573494723181?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/113712573494723181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=113712573494723181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113712573494723181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113712573494723181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2006/01/sad.html' title='sad'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-113686672825799247</id><published>2006-01-09T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:20:49.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/1600/DSCF0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/320/DSCF0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Abby and I love her, especially when she runs into things, I won't admit she can't see( I think I just did...shhhhh). I really miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-113686672825799247?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/113686672825799247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=113686672825799247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113686672825799247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113686672825799247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-my-abby-and-i-love-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-113686586891663613</id><published>2006-01-09T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T20:04:28.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't know</title><content type='html'>I know its been a long time since I last wrote and I have my reasons. Mostly because I don't know what is going on or what I want right now. Actually in all honesty I probably do I just don't want to know. See now I have confused everyone including myself. For the longest time I couldn't wait to get out of Sarasota and now that I am, sometimes I want to go back. Maybe its just been a long break, and to end the break I get to focus on school served with a side of work. I don't really care for my job, not that I don't like seeing the people there but that I miss waiting tables and hearing peoples stories it's just not the same when you listen to people bitch about how they hate shopping in your store yet they are spending $100.00. Surprisingly as crazy and bizarre as old jewish people are, they don't cuss you out or flick you off, they may bitch about the food but the food was really bad. I guess no matter how much you smile and how much you pretend to be happy, how hard you try to make things work, life just sucks. You want to know what I can't stand the most right now, it's parents fighting because while their intentions are only to get out their feelings and yell at eachother it puts so much stress on everyone else. May be I just need to vent, yet I am not angry I am sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-113686586891663613?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/113686586891663613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=113686586891663613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113686586891663613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113686586891663613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-dont-know.html' title='I just don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-113037067477657268</id><published>2005-10-26T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:51:14.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/1600/DSCF0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/320/DSCF0047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a zeedonk.....I don't know if you can see it but it is a donkey with zebra stripes....very different...but aren't we all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-113037067477657268?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/113037067477657268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=113037067477657268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113037067477657268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113037067477657268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-zeedonk.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-113037039784935911</id><published>2005-10-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:48:30.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is not good, I am posting and it has only been five days....I am officially a loser.....o-o worse yet I have turned into my cousin...yuck!!!!! It will be okay though because Veronica Mars is on tonight. I am watching friends now and it is an episode from the first season and is kinda sad. This weekend we are headed to Lake Blue which is exciting because that means I don't have to work the big sears sale...yay!!!! So I am trying a new color, mostly because of boredom....which goes along with the theme of this blog, only things done out of boredom can be placed on here. Yuck, I have a cold and it sucks, I really want to get rid of it but its not going away. Haha tomorrow I don't have any classes because my only class was canceled so I get to sleep in before I go to work for 7 hours. Work is a change for me, first of all I haven't worked 7 hours in a row since passover and we don't do very much, just talk to people and we don't have to find them what they want thats the mca's job....lol. okay so I am gonna go now because the battery is low and I am still bored.... this doesn't help much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-113037039784935911?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/113037039784935911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=113037039784935911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113037039784935911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/113037039784935911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/10/uh-oh.html' title='Uh Oh'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-112996367241497893</id><published>2005-10-22T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T16:34:51.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Tampa</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, a very catchy title. I actually am sleepless, not sure why but I still can't sleep. To tell the truth I haven't slept since I moved here. Normally on the weekends because I am home, in sarasota, and I don't have anything to think of. This weekend is the first weekend that I won't be going home, not even for a day, so it should be different. Plus on top of it all there is a hurricane, who the hell knows where it is or where it is going, but don't worry because we will all still be left wondering and worried when it comes. A lot has gone on since my last entry. Sometimes I am a not so good friend, but now I am trying harder and you know what maybe trying harder with my sarasota friends will help me make tampa friends, I want both. My sarasota friends are great and i love them but sometimes i forget to call and then i feel bad and then i am like is it too late, have they stopped being my friend and before you know it a lot of time has passed, it is weird how these things happen. Now I am trying better and I am happy that i am talking with my friend vivan again, she is definitely one of my best friends and it wasn't like we stopped talking because of something petty just lack of phone calls and i have learned that the phone works both ways.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh! Now on to better things, the strange cousin. He has made new friends and while they will remain nameless, I will say that even though I am obviously not allowed to meet them(for the fact that some friends that I have met have fallen off the face of the earth, totally not my fault) that I don't know if i like them. How many people just meet you and already want you to go to europe with them. I hate Iceland and thats their first stop, Iceland is like the ruiner of all future plans(later date). I think they have weird motives because people are weird.&lt;br /&gt;Even more news I think I have decided to move around until I find a place I want to live. I can travel and work at different hospitals for 3 months at a time until I find a place that I absolutely love, I haven't told very many people yet, only my cousin(he wants to live in Iceland) so don't mention it to anyone in sarasota. Anyways, I think I will start with New York City, then I am on to Bethesda, Maryland and finally Carmel, California. These aren't the only places I will try but so far the only places I want to try, I am keeping my eyes open and will find many great places I am sure. I am also almost positive that I dont want to live in Florida. For tonight I will go and maybe even sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-112996367241497893?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/112996367241497893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=112996367241497893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112996367241497893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112996367241497893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepless-in-tampa.html' title='Sleepless in Tampa'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-112996396258931103</id><published>2005-10-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:52:42.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/1600/DSCF0081_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/320/DSCF0081_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am telling you people are weird, we saw these guys driving this herse on I75 on our way home, they had a baby hanging in the window and feet in the back window. WEIRD!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-112996396258931103?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/112996396258931103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=112996396258931103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112996396258931103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112996396258931103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/10/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-112856779546838441</id><published>2005-10-05T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:03:15.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/1600/Terry"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/320/Terry%27s%20pics%202051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would add a picture to reflect my blahness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-112856779546838441?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/112856779546838441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=112856779546838441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112856779546838441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112856779546838441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-day-picture.html' title='Bad Day Picture'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-112856749072824886</id><published>2005-10-05T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T19:58:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Maybe this is a bad day to choose to update but everyone has bad days so why not be human. I would first like to start off by saying that I almost got run over by a bicyclist today. Anyone who wants to exert the energy needed to ride a bike that is good for you, however I am a pedestrian, mostly because I am too lazy to put my bike in the car and bring it up here, and I wish not to be run over by you. I realize you may be going much faster because lets face it wheels are far more fast than feet but that doesn't give you the right to run people over everyone has paid equal amounts for sidealk usage, I don't see too many people in pedestrian cross walks getting run over, maybe a few but only by idiot drivers and those are another day. I have also discovered that no matter what you do in the past it always comes back, no matter how hard you try to put it away and redeem yourself, it just doesn't matter. When I was in high school I made a few mistakes but now I have moved on and have proved that they are behind me or so I thought. It seems like every time I turn around it is being thrown in my face, mostly by my idiot sister who I am sure just does it because she knows it bothers me, none-the-less I still hear about it. For instance I am in college now, this is my sophmore year, my freshman year I attended community college and lived at home, this year I am at a university and living away and I have to prove to my family that I belong here, I have been told that if I make one mistake I will be pulled not by choice but by their choice. Heres the quesiton now, why be here I could be working sarasota for more than I make here and go to community college and hear the same things that I do now with out the threat of being sent home anyways. The only difference would be that instead of reading the words of my "sister" i would hear them. She blames me for everything, I am the reason she can't work, the reason my parents expect too much of her, which isn't true they only expect her to make A's and B's not bad grades, the reason she has no friends, but that is really because she is a bitch and the reason for everything. I hate how she is always fake, when I leave for school on Sunday she always wants to give me a hug, which is always for show because by Monday she has said something to hurt me. This week her words were its all you fault I can't have a job just because you f***ed up, dad won't let me work they say I need to concentrate on school. I wish when I was in high school my parents would have said not to worry they would cover my gas, phone and car insurance, I think she has it great and she was offered a job she just doesn't want it. My dad volunteered to pay her $8.00 an hour to let her work for him which would be ideal hours because she would never have to worry about days off but she can't have that. I don't know why I am here but I guess it is so that instead of feeling like crap at home I feel like crap up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-112856749072824886?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/112856749072824886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=112856749072824886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112856749072824886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112856749072824886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-112801886110571013</id><published>2005-09-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:34:32.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture of thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/1600/DSCF0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/400/DSCF0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where do you think our driver is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-112801886110571013?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/112801886110571013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=112801886110571013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112801886110571013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112801886110571013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/09/picture-of-thought.html' title='a picture of thought'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-112801859368407592</id><published>2005-09-29T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:30:34.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know its been a long time since i have posted but i wasn't all that interested at first anyways.....remember it was started out of true boredom. Anyways yesterday was my birthday and now i am 20. It would have been a really great day because i managed to get a job at Sears, not exactly high paying but its normal, well more normal than jewish retirement homes. Although all these good things were happening i still felt lonely, my best friend, who lives in sarasota, called but we only shared a few superficial comments, my friend Whit up here didn't even realize it wasw my b-day and everyone else worked. Oh ya and when I thought I didn't have any money left I realized I had $30 in quarters alone, $50 when you had in all the other change but I think I will wait until I absolutely need it. I'm gonna go for now and maybe I will consider updating more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-112801859368407592?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/112801859368407592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=112801859368407592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112801859368407592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112801859368407592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-know-its-been-long-time-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-112614597117331850</id><published>2005-09-07T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:19:31.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruiner of all happiness</title><content type='html'>Wow, this week has been long and its still not over, imagine that. FIrst I will tell you that my cousin is the ruiner of all happiness. This came about because i mentioned apply for a job at the school bookstore and how I could get a discount on my books. It was all good until he just had to be better because this semester he has fifty percent off his books because he is sharing and therefore only has to pay half which would be better than anything I got. Thats to say I get the job, yes I am still jobless and no its not getting any better. &lt;br /&gt;  So I have also been having lots of trouble sleeping and I don't know why but today I finally collapsed from exhaustion in my apartment after class. This was great until some maniac decided to come pounding on our door. Well no one was home so I got up and got it and it was a guy who was meeting his neighbors and telling them about this promotion going on at firestone tires. My dad is a master techniciam and I don't need firestone so i just stared until he figured out that I wasn't paying attention and told me that he would come by some other time. That is all I have until I don't know when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-112614597117331850?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/112614597117331850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=112614597117331850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112614597117331850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112614597117331850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/09/ruiner-of-all-happiness.html' title='Ruiner of all happiness'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-112571522405260524</id><published>2005-09-02T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:42:32.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/1600/DSCF0063_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4351/1534/320/DSCF0063_edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one in pink in the middle-ish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-112571522405260524?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/112571522405260524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=112571522405260524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112571522405260524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112571522405260524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/09/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16238703.post-112571385115495952</id><published>2005-09-02T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:17:31.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. So I don't know why I started this thing other than true bored, hence the name. My cousin Chris has one and has been trying to convince me for months to get one. Today i found out I am broke and no one will hire me, I don't know why. I am a good waitress, I have been waiting tables for 3 years and at old people homes at that, Jewish ones too(sorry to anyone who is Jewish). This is kinda good for people, they can let out their anger I guess, everyone needs an outlet and not just their friends, although they make a good outlet sometimes. So, my roommate made tuna and I hate tuna with a passion, every aspect of it! The smell is horrible and I wish we could have discussed it first, like maybe she could make it in someone else's apartment. Ha, like that would happen. Well, I'm going to find some pictures to put on here and work on someother stuff, plus Forest Gump is on and mama is dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16238703-112571385115495952?l=trueboredom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/feeds/112571385115495952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16238703&amp;postID=112571385115495952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112571385115495952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16238703/posts/default/112571385115495952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trueboredom.blogspot.com/2005/09/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18259925789089894023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
