<?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-1427256520969879991</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:08:30.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need AmanDUH!</title><subtitle type='html'>"She who must be loved" How apropriate, right?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedamanduh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427256520969879991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedamanduh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908161943337810601</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427256520969879991.post-1721882177236740510</id><published>2009-02-05T10:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:24:45.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU TODAY</title><content type='html'>I thought I saw you today. I was coming out of my apartment at the usual early morning hour. You were walking across the parking lot. I thought of calling out to you, but then I thought that I should hurry back inside and brush my teeth so that I would make a good first impression. By the time I finished you had already left.&lt;br /&gt;At work I swear I heard your voice a thousand times. I asked a couple callers if they were you, but then the phone would disconnect. I asked my supervisor to be sure to check with the phone company to see if there was something wrong with the phone lines. She told me that no one else seemed to be having any trouble. It will be more romantic if we meet in person for the first time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;When I left work I was stopped at a red light, and I know I saw your sexy beast face in the truck next to me. You must have not heard me honking because when the light turned green you just drove away. I was hoping you would have realised it was me and jumped out of your car in the middle of the intersection and come running to me. But you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;On my way to class I thought you were the guy walking in front of me... that was awkward. I have decided that I should only pinch your butt when I know for sure it's yours.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about you all through Chemistry class. I couldn't help but relate everything the teacher said to the amazing chemistry that will exist between us the moment we lay eyes on each other. I can't wait. You are more patient than me. I'm sure that is why you haven't found me yet.&lt;br /&gt;In Microbiology I was sure you were blinking at me. I figured you were trying to wink but it just wasn't working. I don't mind if you can't wink, even though I like it a lot if guys wink at me, I can't wink really well either. Maybe it can be one of the things we work on together. Awww!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when there was a knock on the door I was sure you had finaly come for me. So I swung open the door and jumped into your arms. Much to my dismay it wasn't you at all. In fact it was my roommates boyfriend. I could tell it wasn't you by the way he held me in his arms. I don't know how my roommate stands it, he is an awful hugger/kisser.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I didn't find you today, I'm not discouraged. I know your out there, and I'll find you. If I don't find you tomorrow, I have the next day, and the next, and the next, and the next. Then finally when you are found I will never let you out of my sight. You lucky beast!&lt;br /&gt;Love the love of your life,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;This entry was inspired by my sister-in-law Adriana, who was trying to help me figure out a way to be more excited about blogging. So as you have guessed (I hope), I'm not going to be writing about the me people know. I'm going to write about the freak I could be, if I were to ever get really desperate. If you ever see me behaving like the me described above, feel free to put me in a straight jacket and throw me in a river.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427256520969879991-1721882177236740510?l=ineedamanduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedamanduh.blogspot.com/feeds/1721882177236740510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1427256520969879991&amp;postID=1721882177236740510' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427256520969879991/posts/default/1721882177236740510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427256520969879991/posts/default/1721882177236740510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedamanduh.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-looking-for-you-today.html' title='I WAS LOOKING FOR YOU TODAY'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908161943337810601</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1427256520969879991.post-7870154523559471805</id><published>2008-12-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T11:16:58.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Call me crazy, but I have decided that four hours of sleep each night is not enough! Once sleep is lost it is lost forever. Not even a nap could repair the damage I've done.&lt;br /&gt;For almost a month now I have been enjoying single life a little too much, and have not been getting much sleep. Because I am easily convinced to stay up talking with friends I have been going to bed between 12:00 and 1:00am, and I wake up at 5:00am everyday for work. As horrible as it is the next day (techniquley the same day), I just can't stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that not getting a good night's sleep does not only cause extreme tiredness, it also causes wrinkles. Putting makeup on has gotten harder and harder everyday because my eyelids are shriveling up when I run the eyeshadow applicator across them. It's freaking me out; but is it enough to get me to bed at night? Apparently not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427256520969879991-7870154523559471805?l=ineedamanduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedamanduh.blogspot.com/feeds/7870154523559471805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1427256520969879991&amp;postID=7870154523559471805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427256520969879991/posts/default/7870154523559471805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427256520969879991/posts/default/7870154523559471805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedamanduh.blogspot.com/2008/12/zzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzz'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908161943337810601</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-1427256520969879991.post-6920289169574279182</id><published>2008-12-04T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:40:51.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S TRY THIS AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Most people who stumbled across my last attempt at a blog will agree with me that it was the pot-hole of all blogs. I'll try to do better this time. If you are wondering why I have a different blog; I lost the last one. Plus I thought it would be better to get a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of my blog may make me sound desperate. Don't worry, I'm not! I just thought it would be more clever than my last title. However if we want to be completly honest, I wouldn't complain too much if I did have one, and most my family would tell you I need one too. Especially my little neices who get a kick out of asking me when I am going to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to start with a little about me My name is Amanda, but most people know me as Mandy. I was born and raised in Mexico, in a small town full of American-Mexicans. One of my "favorite" responses to my telling people I'm from Mexico is "but you're white!" I love that people don't think I know. But, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now live in Utah where I am working and going to school, and not getting very far with it. I'm working on it though.  If I can get past the Microbiology, Anatomy, Physiology  and Chemistry classes I have to take my plan is to become a Dental Hygenist.  Don't forget to floss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to keep this short so that I actually have the chance to post it. So, until next time...this is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1427256520969879991-6920289169574279182?l=ineedamanduh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ineedamanduh.blogspot.com/feeds/6920289169574279182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1427256520969879991&amp;postID=6920289169574279182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427256520969879991/posts/default/6920289169574279182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1427256520969879991/posts/default/6920289169574279182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ineedamanduh.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-try-this-again.html' title='LET&apos;S TRY THIS AGAIN'/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00908161943337810601</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></feed>
