<?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-6696865011240674580</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:33:51.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life Of A Lame...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelcarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696865011240674580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelcarlson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R.Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09263899237005157202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrGxTeWGkSo/TW83mua1AoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qPtSw2M83Ug/s220/010.JPG'/></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-6696865011240674580.post-6675012480732375865</id><published>2011-03-02T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:36:39.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction;</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm new at this kind of thing, and I don't even know if anyone will ever read this. Although, I would like someone to know how I feel, It may cause a lot of problems.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I'll start by explaining who I am;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Rachel Carlson, a Seventeen year old girl who wishes that a lot of things were different in her life. I just recently moved in with my Grandma, who is seventy-four, and a total crazy woman. :) Nawh, she is a sweetheart, we just argue a lot; I think it's because of the huge age difference. Hmm, Seventy-four, and Seventeen? :) Quite a difference, Ehh?&amp;nbsp;I moved in with my Grandmother because I really had no other place that would allow me to live in their home for such a extended amount of time. &lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that I haven't had the best life; I've been in Fostercare, Treatment, Hospitals, and Jail. And I'm quite young still. I'm trying to get my life together, because I want to be more than just what my parents were/are. Don't get my wrong, my Father is pretty much my Hero, and my Mother is a very good woman. I just want to show them that I am worth more than what I have been told, I want to show them that it is&amp;nbsp; possible to change. That life is a rollercoaster, And, I will make it out. Both of my parents have their GED's. and I'm going back to school on March 14th, I hope. I'm a senior, and I will be graduating with my class this year, even if I have to work my ass off to do it. I want&amp;nbsp;my high school diploma. Even though it will be hard work, I know that I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of feel as if I am rambling, But I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;My life has never been something that most people look at and say; " I wish I had that.. " &lt;br /&gt;But one day people will look up to me and say, "I'm glad that you made it out, you were in the pit of darkness for a while..."&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm doing the best I can to prove everyone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;G'night, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6696865011240674580-6675012480732375865?l=rachelcarlson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelcarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/6675012480732375865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rachelcarlson.blogspot.com/2011/03/introduction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696865011240674580/posts/default/6675012480732375865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6696865011240674580/posts/default/6675012480732375865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelcarlson.blogspot.com/2011/03/introduction.html' title='Introduction;'/><author><name>R.Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09263899237005157202</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrGxTeWGkSo/TW83mua1AoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qPtSw2M83Ug/s220/010.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
