<?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-3519502541546229920</id><updated>2011-08-01T07:21:05.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Hate &amp; Everything else</title><subtitle type='html'>Exploring life as a 20 year old. Things I love, things I hate, and everything in between</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyouknew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519502541546229920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyouknew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adventures of an average girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18233733431813200624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3519502541546229920.post-5754106283644682495</id><published>2010-11-03T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:33:13.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days later it still seems weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well.. It finally happened. I turned 20. WTF. Seriously, how did the world let this happen?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know about anyone else but I took it really hard. I know it sounds rather pathetic, but I just thought a lot would be different by the time I was 20. Looking back, as a young girl I thought I would be a successful, strong, full of will student poised to graduate with amazing marks who knew who she was and what she wanted out of life. &amp;nbsp;I would be stunningly beautiful with a handsome boyfriend who loved me to boot (of course!) &amp;nbsp;I couldn't be farther from where I thought I would be... and I think that is the craziest thing of all . I am not a teen anymore so I have no excuses to not be where I want to be. It is weird to think about.. how differently things are from what you thought that they would be. &amp;nbsp;And while I know the 12 year old girl in me was a little naive, I can't help but feel a little&amp;nbsp;disappointed&amp;nbsp;in myself. I shit away my teen years hating highschool and boys and well, many of the girls I knew too. And now all I wish is that I didn't have to grow up, start wearing wrinkle cream, pay fees on my bank account, and act like an old lady.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have never been one to like the whole growing up situation.. but 20 was a whole other level for me. Honestly, 30 and 40 will be ok I think... it is this initial 'I'm not a kid anymore' that feels the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't want to let my childhood go. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how to be "20" like... 2 decades old. Holy shit. Here's to hoping it will be better then the teens however, and that I learn about myself and have some fun AND STOP FREAKING OUT OVER BEING AN OLD HAG. Yes-- I went there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;message to self today: Stop being such a psycho bitch you 20 year old.. And lighten up!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;xo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3519502541546229920-5754106283644682495?l=ifyouknew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ifyouknew.blogspot.com/feeds/5754106283644682495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ifyouknew.blogspot.com/2010/11/few-days-later-it-still-seems-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519502541546229920/posts/default/5754106283644682495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3519502541546229920/posts/default/5754106283644682495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ifyouknew.blogspot.com/2010/11/few-days-later-it-still-seems-weird.html' title='A few days later it still seems weird'/><author><name>adventures of an average girl.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18233733431813200624</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>
