<?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-2995469</id><updated>2011-09-29T00:52:43.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution of the Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lin</name><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>2338</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-1911835091819359458</id><published>2011-09-29T00:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:52:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>convicted</title><summary type='text'>I have these moments, when a song touches me so to the core of everything I'm feeling at that moment, and I can't help but break down and cry.Switchfoot - Thrive"I come alive when I hear you singing, but lately I haven't been hearing a thing...feel like I travel but I never arrive, I wanna thrive, not just survive"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1911835091819359458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1911835091819359458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2011/09/convicted.html' title='convicted'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4205511665200869823</id><published>2011-07-25T03:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T03:14:27.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If life is an oceanThen I'm only on the surface</title><summary type='text'>I heard a song inside meIt resonated off the seaAnd all the chorus voices sang it back to meIf life is an ocean Then I'm only on the surface This is where they come in Where some lives end and some beginAnd this is where I like to stand And watch the swirling ways of man To stir humanity, the visions of dignity To see what will conspire If I throw myself into it's fire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4205511665200869823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4205511665200869823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-life-is-ocean-then-im-only-on.html' title='If life is an ocean&lt;br&gt;Then I&apos;m only on the surface'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-8064360708904230720</id><published>2011-05-23T22:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:49:37.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"say you're sorry, no more no less"</title><summary type='text'>Sara Bareilles -- Say You're SorryEmpowering song I put on repeat a couple of times tonight. How have I been you ask?"I wash[ed] my hands cleanAnd let you watch me as I goAnd I'm sorry for you, just so you know"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8064360708904230720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8064360708904230720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2011/05/say-youre-sorry-no-more-no-less.html' title='&quot;say you&apos;re sorry, no more no less&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7332745642867756366</id><published>2011-02-07T23:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T00:41:43.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Erin McCarley</title><summary type='text'>New-to-me-piano-artist with songs that remind me of Fiona-apple-style(word):-Sticky-Sweet-Love Save the Empty-Pitter-Pat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7332745642867756366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7332745642867756366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2011/02/erin-mccarley.html' title='Erin McCarley'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7254399244895916638</id><published>2011-02-03T00:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:31:20.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"it was love that set this fragile planet rollingtilting at our perfect twenty-three"</title><summary type='text'>Chris Rice - The Final Movehaven't posted in a while....so I guess while I'm on a roll of listening to music with lyrics that I love, and haven't listened to in a while... I'll do mini-posts on those.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7254399244895916638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7254399244895916638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-was-love-that-set-this-fragile.html' title='&quot;it was love that set this fragile planet rolling&lt;br&gt;tilting at our perfect twenty-three&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-897463607645073884</id><published>2011-02-03T00:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:22:50.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"butterflies by my side,morals and truth:all things I fear, but need from you"</title><summary type='text'>From Angel Taylor - Maple TreeI don't know, I just love those lyrics</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/897463607645073884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/897463607645073884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2011/02/butterflies-by-my-side-morals-and-truth.html' title='&quot;butterflies by my side,&lt;br&gt;morals and truth:&lt;br&gt;all things I fear, but need from you&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4226759337347081883</id><published>2010-11-13T00:30:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:07:31.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where I'm at now</title><summary type='text'>I'm 26 years old and so over trying to 'prove' myself to anyone now. If the people in my life don't love me for who I am at this point, or don't see/feel me adding value to their life, or don't want to consider it's potential and invite it in, then there's no sense trying to force something. And I'm not going to feel like a failure for someone who doesn't match well with me as a friend or more. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4226759337347081883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4226759337347081883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-im-at-now.html' title='where I&apos;m at now'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2115363643605079649</id><published>2010-10-27T00:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:08:52.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite</title><summary type='text'>Just discovered "Elizabeth &amp; The Catapult" 2010 album.It's awesome when I hear one song and think "maybe.."... listen to more songs and intrigue..then completely captivated.Kind of like falling in love.haha.So there's a slight stretch. But I still think it works.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2115363643605079649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2115363643605079649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-favorite.html' title='A New Favorite'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-1579037282115454568</id><published>2010-09-09T01:51:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:57:47.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jump start my kaleidoscope heartlove to watch the colors fadethey may not make sense,but they sure as hell made me</title><summary type='text'>Sara Bareilles' new CD does not fail to impress.Absolutely in love with it.And kind of strange, but when I heard "The Light" I knew this was going to be a song I played at my wedding someday. :)Cannot waitttt to go to her concert soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1579037282115454568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1579037282115454568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2010/09/jump-start-my-kaleidoscope-heart-they.html' title='jump start my kaleidoscope heart&lt;br&gt;love to watch the colors fade&lt;br&gt;they may not make sense,&lt;br&gt;but they sure as hell made me'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7674012173117845364</id><published>2010-06-29T00:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:35:16.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"maybe someday when I look back I'll be able to say you didn't mean to be cruel-somebody hurt you too."</title><summary type='text'>Breaking up is hard to do...three months later and life goes on."At least it's the first day of the rest of my life."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7674012173117845364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7674012173117845364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe-someday-when-i-look-back-ill-be.html' title='&quot;maybe someday when I look back&lt;br&gt; I&apos;ll be able to say&lt;br&gt; you didn&apos;t mean to be cruel-somebody hurt you too.&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-5371435690330740458</id><published>2010-02-24T22:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:47:24.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I believe I'll move the mountains, I think. Or maybe I'll drown in the sea.</title><summary type='text'>Wow. I needed a good cry. It's been a while. I'm not handling change very well, apparently. Now that I got that out of the way, here's a CD I'm loving a lot of the songs too.Rocket Summer- Of Men And Angels- Hills and Valleys- Walls- Roses</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5371435690330740458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5371435690330740458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-i-believe-ill-move-mountains-i.html' title='And I believe I&apos;ll move the mountains, I think. Or maybe I&apos;ll drown in the sea.'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4009155092271131740</id><published>2010-02-05T03:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T03:33:08.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the time we waste swallowed into space</title><summary type='text'>I was going to attempt to bypass burnout tonight / tomorrow, but.. since it looks like that's not going to happen.. I am going to write a little something here instead. 3:10 am. Seriously. Sometimes I wonder when I'll reform my nightowl ways. I keep thinking getting older is going to solve this... not yet. And getting older I am, very soon. ha. Anyway. Yeah. Nothing is really typical about my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4009155092271131740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4009155092271131740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-we-waste-swallowed-into-space.html' title='the time we waste swallowed into space'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6952141414079370744</id><published>2010-01-12T02:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:53:27.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's still an attempt to be egoless while self-assured</title><summary type='text'>Umm how did it take me so long to discover Relient K recently released a new CD??Guess I've just been incredibly busyyyy. Life is good these days.Just checked off a dream I've had for many years now (Thailand!) - an amazing and extraordinary place. I would go back every year if I could. Perfect in so many ways. Came back to a guy who..I can't seem to find the words to describe.. haha, I've tried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6952141414079370744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6952141414079370744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-still-attempt-to-be-egoless-while.html' title='it&apos;s still an attempt to be egoless while self-assured'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-1622162915994785147</id><published>2009-11-20T01:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:53:32.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something that can move me</title><summary type='text'>Obsessed with songs that make me feel something awesome on first-listen.Like.. "Made for You" by OneRepublic. I've heard of OneRepublic before, but I can tell I need to take a second look at this band. Excited to look into the remaining of their songs on the new albums.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1622162915994785147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1622162915994785147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-that-can-move-me.html' title='something that can move me'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4644064369441902640</id><published>2009-11-12T02:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T02:52:44.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these days pass me by I dream with open eyes</title><summary type='text'>love me some new Switchfoot.- Yet- Always- Enough to Let Me Go- Your Love Is A Song</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4644064369441902640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4644064369441902640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/11/these-days-pass-me-by-i-dream-with-open.html' title='these days pass me by I dream with open eyes'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7451469411767879930</id><published>2009-10-07T01:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:30:30.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Message"</title><summary type='text'>I needed to read this today. "The message" is delivered to my work email address on a daily basis but often lost in the masses of other red email requiring 'urgent' attention. Today's message:1 Corinthians 10:13 (The Message)  No test or temptation that comes your way is beyond the course of what others have had to face. All you need to remember is that God will never let you down; he'll never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7451469411767879930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7451469411767879930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/10/message.html' title='&quot;The Message&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2745585747898099096</id><published>2009-09-09T02:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:29:24.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And I said what I said and I meant it"</title><summary type='text'>Loving A Fine Frenzy's new album with a little bit of an edgier sound.Still true to their style, but evolving.Other favorites:- New Heights- Electric Twist- Blow Away- Bird of the Summer- The Beacon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2745585747898099096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2745585747898099096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-said-what-i-said-and-i-meant-it.html' title='&quot;And I said what I said and I meant it&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7934610566903656190</id><published>2009-08-25T00:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:39:01.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>53 Questions</title><summary type='text'>A snapshot of my life at the moment based on a random quiz that I took from a friend :P1. Can you fill this out without lying? I’m going to try… maybe just leave it blank if I plead the 5th.. 2. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Raspberry sorbet3. Have you ever kissed anyone named Matthew? **thinking** I don’t believe so… and that’s kind of surprising because I’ve always said that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7934610566903656190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7934610566903656190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/08/53-questions.html' title='53 Questions'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7311075179352547448</id><published>2009-08-20T01:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:41:24.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Maybe we'll survive if we don't discover one life ties to another ... I understand why the world is out of color: one life ties to another."</title><summary type='text'>Mute Math does it again.Awesome.Other favorites:- The Nerve- Clipping- Backfire- Electrify- Lost Year</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7311075179352547448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7311075179352547448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-well-survive-if-we-dont-discover.html' title='&quot;Maybe we&apos;ll survive if we don&apos;t discover one life ties to another ... I understand why the world is out of color: one life ties to another.&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-8612784401169055085</id><published>2009-08-12T01:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:17:58.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"it's not always happy endings, but all the in-betweens"</title><summary type='text'>I'm so tired of turning and running away.Britt Nicole - Safe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8612784401169055085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8612784401169055085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-always-happy-endings-but-all-in.html' title='&quot;it&apos;s not always happy endings, but all the in-betweens&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4527382531391682709</id><published>2009-07-14T02:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:52:19.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>show me what I'm looking for</title><summary type='text'>for such an intelligent person (overall), "complete stupidity" is the best way to describe things at the moment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4527382531391682709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4527382531391682709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/07/show-me-what-im-looking-for.html' title='show me what I&apos;m looking for'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-8277111199217748385</id><published>2009-06-23T21:41:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:39:42.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad..</title><summary type='text'>..having money in a tough economy. Okay, so it's not so bad, and some people would seriously slap me if I were telling them this in person (which is why I have a blog for these sort of wonderful thoughts :) ), but I'm noticing that I'm spending more money very easily these days. I have the reasons in my mind ("Just doing my part to stimulate the economy!" haha, "Inflation is devaluing my money </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8277111199217748385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8277111199217748385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/06/bad.html' title='bad..'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3835858042031714583</id><published>2009-06-01T23:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:54:57.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I thought was a solution was a horrible plan</title><summary type='text'>Gotta love how the media *talks* about the United States people needing to be in a new mind of "confidence" (which I completely agree, but that's kind of obvious), and yet focus on news about the economy that can only continue to foster hysteria.so, yeah.It's true that the country is not in a great place right now, but yeah, things aren't going to turnaround at all by not focusing on what *is* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3835858042031714583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3835858042031714583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-thought-was-solution-was.html' title='what I thought was a solution was a horrible plan'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6530850701528329802</id><published>2009-05-28T00:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:31:10.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in hindsight</title><summary type='text'>Funny because I just came across several in-depth tests that I took my senior year of college as they were required for one of my major courses. Looking at them now, I realize how much I should have appreciated them and the analysis they provided. I remember we spent an entire class taking these tests. Not only do I appreciate them because I realize how expensive it is to request these tests and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6530850701528329802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6530850701528329802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-hindsight.html' title='in hindsight'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-654601893174580866</id><published>2009-05-07T03:48:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:12:04.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all I really want right are my clothes and my hair</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps I'll be regretting things tomorrow morning... (tomorrow being 4 hours from now, and the beginning of my work-day).. no.. I *definitely* will be regretting things tomorrow.Nothing like a night where you can't sleep, then decide to look through the Victoria Secret catalogue that recently arrived in the mail, and proceed to go on a phone shopping spree with a sales rep who convinces me that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/654601893174580866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/654601893174580866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-really-want-right-are-my-clothes.html' title='all I really want right are my clothes and my hair'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-677481502743270610</id><published>2009-05-05T02:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:38:30.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all I see is me in the center of all I seek</title><summary type='text'>..times have been interesting. I need to get back to blogging I suppose. I've been lacking both energy and motivation to do-so. It would be good from a mental-release standpoint. Yeah...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/677481502743270610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/677481502743270610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-see-is-me-in-center-of-all-i-seek.html' title='all I see is me in the center of all I seek'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-9111900226272285556</id><published>2009-03-12T23:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:05:48.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because the sky is blue it makes me cry</title><summary type='text'>Just thinking.. how really happy and fortunate I feel to have paid-off my student loans a while ago. I take it for granted, but I was just realizing how really wonderful it is to not be held to a monthly bill and instead focus on the immediate needs and what's ahead of me. This thought occurring after I was looking at my university website and noting that tuition costs are (and were) about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/9111900226272285556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/9111900226272285556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-sky-is-blue-it-makes-me-cry.html' title='because the sky is blue it makes me cry'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-5024473685883556120</id><published>2009-02-16T22:25:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:04:53.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>furthermore</title><summary type='text'>People should listen to Suze Orman more. Right now I'm watching her 'needs' vs 'wants' session on tv and although her style of talking bugs me a bit (the way she emphasizes things so much), she thinks like I think and I like that. She's kinda boring for me to watch because she's talking about things I already know, but the most interesting part of the show are the questions people ask... it just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5024473685883556120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5024473685883556120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/02/furthermore.html' title='furthermore'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-44303044645749000</id><published>2009-02-16T02:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:19:08.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rant</title><summary type='text'>I'm so tired of hearing about the recession and what's being done to 'fix' it. This world is coming to an end. Nostradamus and The Mayans were right... 2012... at the rate of 'brilliant' ideas that people are coming with to turn things around.. I could totally see 2012 as plausible.Why don't we just take the trillian+ dollars and give it to all of the people who are in debt... who overspent and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/44303044645749000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/44303044645749000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/02/rant.html' title='rant'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-222155632865093875</id><published>2009-01-24T01:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:01:01.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the next big thing</title><summary type='text'>I've found an up-and-coming-not-yet-discovered big artist. Love it. TBA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/222155632865093875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/222155632865093875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-big-thing.html' title='the next big thing'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-8468550574291513746</id><published>2009-01-16T01:03:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:33:10.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a highway</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking today how it's kind of funny that I've always envisioned myself in a career where I would be this ultra-busy-power-player. I don't know the words for it, but responsible for a lot and working with top leadership. Funny how that has come true. Sometimes I think it's insanity how busy I am (and everyone around me thinks so too) and how much is riding on me to complete what I say I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8468550574291513746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8468550574291513746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/01/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='life is a highway'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-5426908736662658822</id><published>2009-01-16T00:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:02:31.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>takeaway</title><summary type='text'>"Our lives are defined by opportunities -- even the ones we miss."so that was my takeaway from The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons.When asked if I thought that or Slumdog Millionaire was better, I said "by far Slumdog Millionaire"... maybe that's just me though. The Curious Case of Benjamin Buttons was okay, just not as great as I thought it was hyped up to be. Kind of like Twilight... haven't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5426908736662658822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5426908736662658822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/01/takeaway.html' title='takeaway'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3444011555548120390</id><published>2009-01-03T02:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T02:34:32.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTJ</title><summary type='text'>So I took this test from a friend's blog.. ha... not sure why I doubted what my results would be considering I've taken this test over the course of several years now (psychology being the focus of my studies) and 9 times out of 10 times I get the same results..INTJ! again....I thought for sure it would be different this time around since the questions on this particular test are kind of black </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3444011555548120390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3444011555548120390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2009/01/intj-again.html' title='INTJ'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2767427947371999891</id><published>2008-11-21T19:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:32:48.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>absinthe, part II</title><summary type='text'>Looking back on that last post about absinthe and it made me laugh because I totalllyyy didn't expand on the part of me trying to get to the game (2 hours away), and how "everything that could go wrong did go wrong." Kind of a long story short, but I somehow lost my phone in the process of getting myself into the car.... knew I had to get some food in me because, as I mentioned, I hadn't eaten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2767427947371999891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2767427947371999891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-something-else.html' title='absinthe, part II'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4025736733857925123</id><published>2008-11-21T00:45:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:57:54.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it goes without saying</title><summary type='text'>so here's a random thought... well I guess it's not so random because everytime I go to the gym I think this...... but it's still pretty random. :)I'm convinced that the gym supplies tiny towels inside the locker room to a) motivate people to get in shape  ..or worse... b) ostracize those who are out of shape.So what happens is a bunch of overweight people walking around naked because the towels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4025736733857925123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4025736733857925123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-goes-without-saying.html' title='it goes without saying'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6510431625169113108</id><published>2008-11-16T21:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:43:52.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>absinthe</title><summary type='text'>Tried it for the first time last night, and also for the last time.It pretty much kicked me on my ass. Due to bad judgment (didn't eat dinner either before going out because time got away from me, whoops) and largely absinthe (I think)... I missed two very important soccer games today and I haven't got over it yet. I was soooo looking forward to playing today, but instead I totally awoke too late</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6510431625169113108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6510431625169113108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/11/absinthe.html' title='absinthe'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2637090011872226590</id><published>2008-10-26T00:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:34:31.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>looking at random blogs, and I came across this post which I really liked..http://caseyscogitations.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-and-probably-last-blog-on.htmlI'm feeling a bit apathetic about this upcoming election... and still not sure who to vote for.. although I took a silly quiz that told me I should vote for McCain... but the above post speaks so well to how I feel in general. It's true </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2637090011872226590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2637090011872226590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-at-random-blogs-and-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2177335289243467328</id><published>2008-10-05T23:32:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:11:54.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stand unafraid</title><summary type='text'>Turns out my intuition *is* right on (September 7 post).Still feels like I was blindsided, got the wind knocked right out of me, and having a hard time recovering (if I do). Really need to pick up the "armour of God" right now and revel in what it is to be weak and trust God. I can't handle this on my own.No doubt there are some crazy forces working against me right now.... there's not really a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2177335289243467328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2177335289243467328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/10/stand-unafraid.html' title='stand unafraid'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4380602536627107919</id><published>2008-09-22T01:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:17:58.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'acting boldly'</title><summary type='text'>Can I just say I can't stand this aministration? Surprise surprise. Bunch of fools. Seriously. I see so many flaws in everything, even recent proposals, it's not even funny. I don't even care to discuss it here because it gets me so upset... but I hope people aren't so stupid to think a 'bailout' is going to solve our problems. And it's a perfect interlude to what I have always suspected will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4380602536627107919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4380602536627107919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/09/acting-boldly.html' title='&apos;acting boldly&apos;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3625649789587742791</id><published>2008-09-19T02:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T02:51:11.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little update</title><summary type='text'>Guess I should do an update based upon that last post...... long story short, everything is fine. For now. They rescheduled the meeting, *yet again*, but this time I'm not concerned because I was told what the meeting was going to be about. My annual review. Not a problem. I can handle that. Unfortunately they couldn't be gathering feedback at a worse time since I feel like half of my larger team</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3625649789587742791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3625649789587742791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-update.html' title='a little update'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3764007688109874782</id><published>2008-09-07T21:32:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:06:04.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the end I'd like to hang my hat on morethan the temporary trappings of this world</title><summary type='text'>Man. So I've been feeling a bit ill over the past week and this upcoming week. A 'mystery meeting' that was due to happen for work this last Friday got pushed back to this upcoming Friday. I've tried to figure out what the meeting was about, and a co-worker made a shady dodge to my inquire about it.. making me even more nervous.. and my intuition (which is unfortunately very accurate) tells me to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3764007688109874782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3764007688109874782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-end-id-like-to-hang-my-hat-on-more.html' title='in the end I&apos;d like to hang my hat on more&lt;br&gt;than the temporary trappings of this world'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2989421273608699203</id><published>2008-09-03T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:26:51.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Isn't It Ironic...Don't-'Cha Think?</title><summary type='text'>;)Life is funny like that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2989421273608699203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2989421273608699203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-isnt-it-ironic-dont-cha-think.html' title='And Isn&apos;t It Ironic...&lt;br&gt;Don&apos;t-&apos;Cha Think?'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4632067670176764547</id><published>2008-08-20T00:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:29:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's just some thingsthey aren't meant to touch the ground</title><summary type='text'>So I'm totally going to call out my friend *Derek* in this post.. I know.. I normally don't call people out directly (and hopefully he won't mind, if he even still reads this)..ha... but I must give credit where credit is due....I am freaking obsessed with Maria Taylor's music. So glad I randomly discovered her at that concert! :)Every time I think I've found my favorite songs by her, I listen to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4632067670176764547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4632067670176764547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-just-some-things-they-arent.html' title='there&apos;s just some things&lt;br&gt;they aren&apos;t meant to touch the ground'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4447724117331397911</id><published>2008-08-19T00:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:13:47.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and something else</title><summary type='text'>I don't like when people plan on something.. or tell me they're going to do something.. and don't do it.It drives me crazy because if I commit to doing something, I'll freaking do it.This is what I love about my job. This whole philosophy is built into our culture. Everyone makes their own commitments.. and then they better dam* well keep those commitments or get fired. They don't over-commit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4447724117331397911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4447724117331397911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-something-else.html' title='and something else'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6348379949203297235</id><published>2008-07-30T01:54:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:47:14.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you taught me how to trust myself</title><summary type='text'>ha.. that last post is kind of funny. I was so true about how I feel on that matter. Well, I had a little further enlightenment on it all when I had a chance to visit with a good guy friend of mine in Vegas. (He may read this, he may not).Anyway. He made an excellent point that I'm a bit contradicting in what I want.I know this too.I require advance notice, but then keep it very 'indecisive'/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6348379949203297235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6348379949203297235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/07/continuing-on-relationships-and-self.html' title='you taught me how to trust myself'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-5816965724398018258</id><published>2008-07-22T03:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:50:41.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random late-night thought.I like to think of myself as a pretty spontaneous person, but lately I feel very much the opposite of that. Why?... because I end up being a big-time planner and don't like to change those plans unless I'm given a *really* good reason. Why I bring this up now is because I get invited to these weddings and such where people just expect me to show up with one and a half </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5816965724398018258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5816965724398018258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-heres-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6715062511753159229</id><published>2008-07-06T03:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T04:01:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't wait, act nowthis amazing offer won't last long</title><summary type='text'>Some of my friends think it would be great if I were on the "Real World" MTV show, because..apparently.. they think I have an interesting/crazy life that would be fun to watch....well.. I wasn't sure I agreed with them, but you know, I do now.My life is so crazy that sometimes I think this is how it is for everyone, but after taking a good look at 'everyone', I think mine might actually be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6715062511753159229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6715062511753159229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-me-at-mission-at-midnight-well.html' title='don&apos;t wait, act now&lt;br&gt;this amazing offer won&apos;t last long'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7771050355540080739</id><published>2008-07-04T01:02:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T01:26:27.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one with the dust on the old piano</title><summary type='text'>It's good to have some much needed downtime. Tomorrow and Saturday will not be downtime, unfortunately. Fireworks Friday and some sort of concert that I got invited to on Saturday. Anyway.What to write here.Basically, I decided what my album would be called if I ever got around to trying to make one..... "Looking Through the Keyhole". May be dorky, but I like it. Surprisingly, when I did a search</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7771050355540080739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7771050355540080739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-with-dust-on-old-piano.html' title='one with the dust on the old piano'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-1633160802185081057</id><published>2008-06-28T22:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:44:24.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Saturday Evening</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I made a last minute decision to *not* go out with my friends afterall. Tristan Prettyman's music (mostly music from her older cd) has been growing on me; however, my subscription to napster apparently means nothing because it will still only allow me to download/listen 30 second clips! Fed up with only 30 seconds, and the music not being available on LimeWire (yes, occasionally I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1633160802185081057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1633160802185081057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/06/thoughts-on-saturday-evening.html' title='Thoughts on a Saturday Evening'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7424520458584543574</id><published>2008-06-18T21:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:16:18.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting into the deep beautiful melancholyof all that has happened</title><summary type='text'>I had a very rough day at work today.Unfortunately it's my mother who gets to hear the 'venting' -- or in this case, as upset as I was, crying -- and it's because she gives really amazing advice and can put me at ease when I'm feeling really distraught. I had a little bit of a breakdown today at work, I'll admit. Although it could have been the accumulation of things happening in my life lately (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7424520458584543574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7424520458584543574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/06/getting-into-deep-beautiful-melancholy.html' title='getting into the deep beautiful melancholy&lt;br&gt;of all that has happened'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6662527997448519935</id><published>2008-06-10T01:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T01:29:17.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it was the comfort of a traditionbut the fear that you were not that kind</title><summary type='text'>... but you are.Maria Taylor. Awesome. I got to see her live in concert this past weekend due to a good friend's recommendation and a spontaneous decision to go. :)Go figure I had already downloaded a little bit of her music before ("Replay" and "Speak Easy")--I didn't immediately recognize her name when I randomly decided to go see her concert--it was "A Good Start" that really caught my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6662527997448519935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6662527997448519935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-comfort-of-tradition-but-fear.html' title='it was the comfort of a tradition&lt;br&gt;but the fear that you were not that kind'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-1331046453675851987</id><published>2008-06-05T00:45:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:03:01.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little update on 'stuff white people like'</title><summary type='text'>Someone else's post actually reminded me that I need to do an update of my *own* in this journal.. regarding my 'stuff white people like' post.Long story short (and rather than responding to the several emails I got after my previous post discussing that site) .. I have come to 'see the light' of the point behind that site. I think I was in a really anal mood when I wrote that post. While I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1331046453675851987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1331046453675851987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-update-on-stuff-white-people.html' title='a little update on &apos;stuff white people like&apos;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2150701618242001498</id><published>2008-05-19T23:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:01:06.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally catching onto itthe past is just a conduit</title><summary type='text'>I've probably said it here before... but this song just rocks.Motivational and keeps my attitude in check.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2150701618242001498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2150701618242001498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-finally-catching-onto-it-past-is.html' title='I&apos;m finally catching onto it&lt;br&gt;the past is just a conduit'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3535113500660832458</id><published>2008-05-17T00:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:41:31.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><summary type='text'>Poker tournament was moved to this Friday. It was kind of intimidating because, of course, I was the only girl there out of 15 people. One girl did arrive later and bought in, but she was quickly knocked out of the game. I came in 6th. I.E. lousy game for me. I think I will become a regular at these games... they're fun. I enjoy being a girl (haha, thankfully), but guys are a lot of fun. I kind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3535113500660832458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3535113500660832458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6392561422799619468</id><published>2008-05-14T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:38:03.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Edwards</title><summary type='text'>is annoying.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6392561422799619468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6392561422799619468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/05/john-edwards.html' title='John Edwards'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-59733001629130535</id><published>2008-05-12T22:42:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:08:59.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe white people don't havea sense of humor</title><summary type='text'>because I sure didn't find this site funny or even a little bit intelligent.... probably because I'm white.I don't know. I like to think I have a good sense of humor, and I'm trying my dam*dest to figure out what I don't like about the site....1) Because it's true?2) Because it's completely false?3) Because it's so narrow-minded?4) Because I live in a "melting pot" country (or rather, how I like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/59733001629130535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/59733001629130535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybe-white-people-dont-have-sense-of.html' title='maybe white people don&apos;t have&lt;br&gt;a sense of humor'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2851876484716220213</id><published>2008-05-09T02:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:26:40.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the disappointmentso hard to handle</title><summary type='text'>Man what a bummer night.Guess it was ok actually.. it just didn't go my way.. but *tomorrow*.. tomorrow will be a different story. ;)I've been dying for a good 'ol fashioned poker tournament (where a decent amount of buy-in is required among friends)..... and in this case.. my brother in law's brother (which I guess also makes him my brother in law?).. invited me to a Texas Hold 'Em tournament </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2851876484716220213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2851876484716220213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-disappointment-so-hard-to-handle.html' title='all the disappointment&lt;br&gt;so hard to handle'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2503864660477418902</id><published>2008-05-01T00:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:19:47.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"It was going to be the ferns"</title><summary type='text'>I don't watch SNL a lot anymore because I just feel like it's gone downhill over the years...with the exception of this one clip that I randomly saw on television the other weekend....Indoor Gardening Tips From A Man Who's Very Scared of PlantsAs my roomie would say, although not about this -- "it cracks my sh*t up" (ahhaha I had to pause a moment and then laugh at her one day when she randomly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2503864660477418902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2503864660477418902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='&quot;It was going to be the ferns&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-509847798338990488</id><published>2008-04-23T01:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:18:08.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chic Kiwi?</title><summary type='text'>Apparently my flavor is Chic Kiwi..."Known for your discriminating good taste, you're often seen as a connoisseur of the good life. You enjoy trying new things, often setting trends for others who are charmed by your creativity and style. We wouldn't be surprised to see your friends and colleagues taking your cue on the latest looks, and your imaginative outlook makes you an inspiration to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/509847798338990488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/509847798338990488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/04/chic-kiwi.html' title='Chic Kiwi?'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-5750635297896175451</id><published>2008-04-17T21:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:07:44.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so here's a random thought</title><summary type='text'>if you're not ready to step up to the plate, get out of the balls-game....haha. I'm so lame. And I'm totally going to regret posting this (tonight having been one Advil + two glasses of wine--never a good mix).... but I think that's my new philosophy with guys. Something I've realized over time: guys have to be really direct with me or they'll never get anywhere. That's just how it is. I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5750635297896175451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5750635297896175451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-heres-random-thought.html' title='so here&apos;s a random thought'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-366509713087094062</id><published>2008-04-15T18:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:31:14.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you were something else, I will admit</title><summary type='text'>The Weepies have a new CD coming out (22nd I believe..).. Hideaway...And it's a great one.I love bands that prove they're more than a 1-album wonder.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/366509713087094062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/366509713087094062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-were-something-else-i-will-admit.html' title='you were something else, I will admit'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2168497231155701367</id><published>2008-04-01T01:50:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:59:18.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music is worthless unless it can make a complete stranger break down and cry</title><summary type='text'>Another thing I love? Discovering past-old-music-projects by new artists I have discovered and enjoy. Just when I think I know all that they have out there.. I fall upon a little gem (such as under a different name.. band..). Recently discovered Imogen Heap this past year. Guess I was kinda late in getting on the Imogen-Heap bandwagon 'cause it seems she was well-discovered before I *too* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2168497231155701367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2168497231155701367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-is-worthless-unless-it-can-make.html' title='music is worthless unless it can&lt;br&gt; make a complete stranger break down and cry'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6245306406241315289</id><published>2008-03-20T01:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:00:24.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say there's something better</title><summary type='text'>Heck Yes.The Hush Sound came out with their new album two days ago.... *finally*!Goodbye BluesHaven't even listened through it all yet, but it already rocks... as-expected. :)They're definitely a band that grew on me more and more with each listen.... totally a funky/upbeat style. Plus, their lyrics freaking rock with their unique sound.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6245306406241315289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6245306406241315289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-theres-something-better.html' title='say there&apos;s something better'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-956171554314505843</id><published>2008-03-10T23:56:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:32:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because I'm feeling particularly passionate about this today...</title><summary type='text'>Deciding to post a disjointed letter that I first wrote to my mom and then later decided to forward it on to several extended members of my family who might appreciate it... albeit *very* disjointed, 'fanatical', and rushed writing on my part. I think I was definitely in a frenzied mood due to the study today revealing *pharmaceutical* products in our own freaking drinking water... and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/956171554314505843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/956171554314505843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/03/because-im-feeling-particularly.html' title='because I&apos;m feeling &lt;br&gt;particularly passionate about this today...'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-332559423933469545</id><published>2008-03-10T00:06:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:47:21.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we all share the pain of our histories</title><summary type='text'>This has been a pretty profound weekend for me. I went to a film festival, volunteered to work a couple of sessions (which I would like to do again in the future), and really saw some moving films. I hope I was 'moved' enough to really take *action*. All too often I'll have this new-found inspiration, feeling like I really want to *do* something because of this 'englightenment', only for it to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/332559423933469545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/332559423933469545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-all-share-pain-of-our-histories.html' title='we all share the pain of our histories'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-8069442218081738822</id><published>2008-03-05T01:45:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T02:25:22.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes We Will</title><summary type='text'>Good for Hillary. Glad she's back on track, although still on thin ice. This definitely is not good for the democratic party, prolonging who will be on the ticket while McCain has all the time in the world to prepare a presidential campaign...... I heard something echoed on CNN tonight that I've always thought (and one of the primary reasons I want Hillary on the ticket): If Obama is elected to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8069442218081738822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8069442218081738822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-we-will.html' title='Yes We Will'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6996417971821479977</id><published>2008-03-04T02:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T02:37:11.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatically Flat, Radically Decentralized</title><summary type='text'>I'm reading this book that corporate provided at my request, "The Future of Management" by Gary Hamel where my company is highlighted in a chapter. And then Google follows in a separate chapter. I like how the book gives a good comparison of the companies. I also like how the author recognizes that Google is still a very young company with much to prove in their ability to sustain the type of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6996417971821479977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6996417971821479977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/03/dramatically-flat-radically.html' title='Dramatically Flat, Radically Decentralized'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-5257309632129811763</id><published>2008-03-03T01:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:29:54.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all push and pull collateral</title><summary type='text'>School is back on the mind.Leaning toward an MBA (emphasis on International Business). Maybe I should go check out the Thunderbird campus sometime when I'm back down in Phx (next weekend). I still feel it's too premature for me to be thinking about grad school right now because I need to put in a good solid 3-4 more years of work (at least) to be considered to the top schools *and* figure out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5257309632129811763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5257309632129811763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-all-push-and-pull-collateral.html' title='it&apos;s all push and pull collateral'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3286184176206053525</id><published>2008-02-21T02:04:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:21:47.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone jumping on the bandwagon</title><summary type='text'>Not gonna lie.. I haven't wanted to preach too much about who I want as a candidate on either side, but I'm just gonna say now that I'm not gonna be happy with an Obama nomination....... apparently everyone likes a lofty 30,000-foot platform (plan for change)... and to be honest, I have yet to understand all the hype around Obama... and this is after having actually *researched* the different </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3286184176206053525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3286184176206053525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/02/everyone-jumping-on-bandwagon.html' title='everyone jumping on the bandwagon'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3504265467382635596</id><published>2008-02-17T02:17:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:29:29.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callings</title><summary type='text'>Quotes (only the introduction :P) of a book I randomly picked up today by Gregg Levoy, entitled Callings. You'd think I'd have got enough of this stuff going to the college that I did, where they're alllllll about the keyword "calling" and finding it..... but guess I didn't... I always feel like I can improve on my intuition or listening to that 'higher voice', and following a "calling" is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3504265467382635596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3504265467382635596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/02/callings.html' title='Callings'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7037071053991399204</id><published>2008-02-15T01:14:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T02:38:45.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how it feels to break up sound waves</title><summary type='text'>wow... I am really psyched... haha. I get really ridiculously excited when I discover a new artist I just *know* I can fall in love with immediately (kind of how I discovered Sara Bareilles). Well.. in my ongoing effort to always find new and great music that moves me.. like *really* moves me (because I would say there are a lot of good songs/musicians out there, but not so many who can *move* me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7037071053991399204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7037071053991399204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-how-it-feels-to-break-up-sound.html' title='this is how it feels to break up sound waves'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3108507838056638919</id><published>2008-02-06T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:45:19.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 6</title><summary type='text'>Couldn't have had a better birthday today (yesterday, already?) thanks to everyone who made it *great*! My birthday always reminds me of the awesome people in my life, and I'm really just always so thankful to have such good friends and family. I took a day off work to go snowboarding with my sister and it was *fabulous* since it just snowed *tons* two days ago and it was all fresh powder on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3108507838056638919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3108507838056638919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/02/couldnt-have-had-better-birthday-today.html' title='February 6'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-5308581265895878840</id><published>2008-02-05T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T02:46:00.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you really don't seethen open up your eyes</title><summary type='text'>nice how this article comes out one day...followed by this article the next.Maybe the New York Times is biased in its audience... but I don't think so.. considering I originally saw these two articles (different content but same idea) in the Arizona Republic.Anyway. Yeah. Like I had a hunch before... record profits for oil companies (11.7 BILLION net profit)... and "the first decline in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5308581265895878840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5308581265895878840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/02/if-you-really-dont-see-then-open-up.html' title='if you really don&apos;t see&lt;br&gt;then open up your eyes'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-1653331018487819568</id><published>2008-01-31T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T03:42:11.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weak in the knees</title><summary type='text'>ahha. nice. I just came across a song I heard on the radio (which I don't listen to nearly as much as I used to) and I heard *this* song come on..and I kept thinking to myself when the song was on how I had to remember a few lines of the lyrics because I wanted to look into who sang it.... and then I arrived home and forgot to look into who sang the song.So I was researching one of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1653331018487819568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1653331018487819568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/weak-in-knees.html' title='weak in the knees'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-433006141645286155</id><published>2008-01-29T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:00:13.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rock here has meltedonly diamonds now remain</title><summary type='text'>Making some changes in life.... and I'm pretty excited about it.Feels like I'm just waking up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/433006141645286155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/433006141645286155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/rock-here-has-melted-only-diamonds-now.html' title='the rock here has melted&lt;br&gt;only diamonds now remain'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3212137044374505396</id><published>2008-01-27T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:21:03.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who am I kidding</title><summary type='text'>I still want to work for Google (although I still have concerns), but I'm still really happy with where I'm at... for now. haha. I just know Google would be a great fit for me. A techie-nerdy atmosphere--I love talking/working with those type of people because I can relate to them--they are very interesting, smart, quirky, funny, and often brilliant... so maybe I'm not brilliant.. but I'd say I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3212137044374505396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3212137044374505396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-am-i-kidding.html' title='who am I kidding'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2978437504303756136</id><published>2008-01-24T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:05:02.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a perfect fit.</title><summary type='text'>I got a message from headquarters today, in fact everyone got a call, congratulating us for being rated among "the top companies to work for in the United States" -- apparently we are one of three companies to have been included on this list since it was first started by Fortune magazine in 1984. I think it's funny that Google is rated number one lately, well, for the past two years. Sure they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2978437504303756136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2978437504303756136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/perfect-fit.html' title='a perfect fit.'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-703576778892083158</id><published>2008-01-23T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:24:32.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"storm clouds" on the horizon</title><summary type='text'>yeah I wasn't gonna write about this, but what the heck.... why not write a quick blurb.. even though I truly am apathetic about everything right now..... these so-called "storm clouds" on the horizon that President Bush forecasts with the economy.... really it's just infuriating to me... it was so obvious so long ago.... and even back to the election four years ago when we were *already* so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/703576778892083158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/703576778892083158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/storm-clouds-on-horizon.html' title='&quot;storm clouds&quot; on the horizon'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-8004540711463697700</id><published>2008-01-21T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:29:18.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he's no good at being uncomfortable so he can't stop staying exactly the same</title><summary type='text'>Tonight was pretty amusing and ever so slightly awkward (I believe not awkward on my part, but who knows..). Ohhh just a run-in with my first "boyfriend" (e*) in 5th-6th grade. I recall being on/off several times with him in the 6TH GRADE..how silly..but we were *nothing* of what I would consider a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship to be now-a-days. Makes me laugh thinking back on it. How cute. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8004540711463697700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8004540711463697700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-plan-demand-and-it-just-began.html' title='he&apos;s no good at being uncomfortable&lt;br&gt; so he can&apos;t stop staying exactly the same'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2128295357586670158</id><published>2008-01-12T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:24:35.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody knows that the good things take a little longer</title><summary type='text'>little update here I suppose... the good news is that I have to give credit to a guy who decided to be upfront with me tonight. Everything went exactly how I expected with one slight exception: nice dinner, I tried to pay my portion and he wouldn't let me (as any guy who decides to take my Saturday evening--instead of lunch--honestly should do..), and instead of just goodbye and goodnight (what I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2128295357586670158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2128295357586670158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/everybody-knows-that-good-things-take.html' title='everybody knows that the good things&lt;br&gt; take a little longer'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3288796997564331295</id><published>2008-01-12T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:48:13.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rest will come when it comes along</title><summary type='text'>so I'm trying to take the good advice of a friend by letting a guy "just pull up a chair" at.. oh.. just the best restaurant in town? I didn't realize it was "the best restaurant in town" (because I've never been there and apparently it's a new place) until I told my mom where I was going. Just super. So I thought this was a chill thing.. with a friend.. and now I know it's not. Now I'm freaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3288796997564331295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3288796997564331295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/rest-will-come-when-it-comes-along.html' title='the rest will come when it comes along'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6590246982710765990</id><published>2008-01-07T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:24:19.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so maybe I'm yellow</title><summary type='text'>I thought this was kind of funny/odd, considering I just did a personality test (that I posted here) where I was "blue"... but suppoooosedly my "aura" is yellow.Personally I thought it was a bunch of bullcrap when I was visiting with some good friends and we went on this group tour (looking for "ghosts" in San Antonio.. yeah it was pretty silly).. but the "ghosthunter" tourguide had these glasses</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6590246982710765990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6590246982710765990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-maybe-im-yellow.html' title='so maybe I&apos;m yellow'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4483196081703279217</id><published>2008-01-04T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:38:45.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Huckabee</title><summary type='text'>You've got the looks (well, for an older man), religion, smooth talkin', and money... and you so might win it.Yeah my attitude sucks about this election. Oh well. It's a mess anyway.but really.. can't say I didn't call the Huckabee ticket..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4483196081703279217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4483196081703279217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-huckabee.html' title='Oh Huckabee'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7610630548112479437</id><published>2007-12-24T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T19:29:40.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a wildfire born of frustration</title><summary type='text'>oh don't you just love when the shit hits the ceiling at the worst times (really, where did that whole "shit hits the ceiling" phrase come from?.. I'd like to know). anyway. yeah. Had a nice little visit to the ER last night. Never been to the ER.. so I was crying and frightened to say the least... it's a surreal experience being wheeled down the hallways laying on the bed they have you in (just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7610630548112479437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7610630548112479437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/12/wild-fire-born-of-frustration.html' title='a wildfire born of frustration'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7086539992641431825</id><published>2007-12-19T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T02:39:43.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me reason but don't give me choice</title><summary type='text'>James Blunt - Same Mistakealways loved this song when I heard it in passing, but never really took the time to look into it until tonight... really a beatiful and great song.Wasn't sure I'd like the overall artist either, but the more I listen the more I enjoy... great music with some real depth. Almost like a genuine 'oldies' voice with still his own spin. Kinda has his own classic sound that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7086539992641431825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7086539992641431825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/12/give-me-reason-but-dont-give-me-choice.html' title='give me reason but don&apos;t give me choice'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-1028723912246278176</id><published>2007-12-17T01:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:28:51.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to be blue</title><summary type='text'>BlueThe core motivation that drives you through life is "Intimacy". It is important to note that this does not mean sexual intimacy. BLUES need connection - the sharing of rich, deep emotions that bind people together. As a BLUE, you will often sacrifice a great deal of time, effort, and/or personal convenience to develop and maintain meaningful relationships throughout your life.BLUES seek </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1028723912246278176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1028723912246278176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-be-blue.html' title='to be blue'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7470096351790755235</id><published>2007-12-13T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:56:58.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really need to be sleeping.. but..</title><summary type='text'>Here I am, writing. Today has just been so great and everything just seems to be shining bright all around me. I love feeling positive and upbeat and on a mission. Not exactly what that mission is, but I'm on one.. haha ("ook".. :P) yeah I know that might not make sense.. but that's how it feels these days. I'm on a mission to take on this life and embrace all that there is to offer. I feel like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7470096351790755235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7470096351790755235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/12/really-need-to-be-sleeping-but.html' title='Really need to be sleeping.. but..'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-717877058367037680</id><published>2007-12-11T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:54:16.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mike Huckabee? Really?"</title><summary type='text'>So a friend/fellow blogger and faithful reader of my blog here, apparently :P (which I do actually appreciate!) sent me this message the other day which I really liked because it leads right into something I've been wanting to follow-up on, but didn't really see the point at the same time because truthfully the *purpose* of this blog isn't to try to reach people (even though it's nice if I do), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/717877058367037680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/717877058367037680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/12/mike-huckabee-really.html' title='&quot;Mike Huckabee? Really?&quot;'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-5401875919715577866</id><published>2007-12-07T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:01:54.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 Huckabee</title><summary type='text'>How much do I love that Mike Huckabee has suddenly got this huge recognition in the race for president on the Repulican side? A lot. I called it when Huckabee first announced he was running and I heard an interview with him on "Hardball". I was very impressed, and especially with how genuine he sounded.. especially voicing his opinion on controversial issues. I feared he would never get the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5401875919715577866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/5401875919715577866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-3-huckabee.html' title='I &lt;3 Huckabee'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7619649212676028980</id><published>2007-12-02T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:24:30.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>livin' the dream</title><summary type='text'>Seriously, I just love my job. It only seems to get better and better. Every day is different, and I'm given increasingly more complicated/challenging "commitments". I put that in quotations because really nothing is assigned with this company, but individuals are presented with opportunities that others think would be a good project for them, and the individual gets to decide if they will commit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7619649212676028980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7619649212676028980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/12/livin-dream.html' title='livin&apos; the dream'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-1716193883272340516</id><published>2007-11-27T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:50:26.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the streets are wet the colors slip into the sky</title><summary type='text'>Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians - CircleHeard it on the radio yesterday for the first time.. good song.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1716193883272340516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/1716193883272340516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-streets-are-wet-colors-slip-into.html' title='when the streets are wet the colors slip into the sky'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3071423220580111757</id><published>2007-11-13T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:46:14.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how it falls</title><summary type='text'>Dar Willians - The Beauty of the Rainmy favorite song of the day. I think it's just beautiful.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3071423220580111757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3071423220580111757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-it-falls.html' title='how it falls'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-4371260182533421847</id><published>2007-11-13T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T02:33:05.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doin it well</title><summary type='text'>My New Years resolution (yes I'm already thinking about it) is to learn the choreography in J-Lo's new music video, Do It Well, from scenes 1 min to about 1:15 (and other related choreography). The rest of the video is kind of raunchy and weird.. but the basic choreography just kinda rocks to me.Hahaha.. can you imagine.. just busting some moves like that in a club?.. yeah right.. there would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4371260182533421847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/4371260182533421847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/11/doin-it-well.html' title='doin it well'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-2812732234747987518</id><published>2007-10-26T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:06:03.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm down to a whisper</title><summary type='text'>not sure how A Fine Frenzy slipped through the cracks on my music radar for great new artists. :PI am really enjoying their music, and it's definitely growing on me.. great overall album... and of course the piano base in their music, with good lyrics, is super-appealing to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2812732234747987518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/2812732234747987518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-down-to-whisper.html' title='I&apos;m down to a whisper'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7523858833359258238</id><published>2007-10-24T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T00:51:49.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randommm.</title><summary type='text'>so I'm watching some late-night Oprah show that's randomly on right now.. about careers.. think I'm kinda meant to see it because this one girl is in the exact field of work that I'm doing now... a field I *never* would have thought about doing, but it's working out great and really giving me some better ideas of what I might like to do in the *future* (movin' on up..) and I liked a question </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7523858833359258238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7523858833359258238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/10/randommm.html' title='randommm.'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-7558000733846852677</id><published>2007-10-18T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:51:45.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's in the ABC of growing up</title><summary type='text'>so my job.. officially... after 4...5 weeks?... has hit a new stressful peak. Apparently it was my one month anniversary w/ the job on the 10th and I didn't even notice because time is flying by so quickly -- a good thing. Funny because in my last full-time job I was literally counting the days to see how long I could last, and after 9 months I could take no more. This job has definitely hit a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7558000733846852677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/7558000733846852677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-in-abc-of-growing-up.html' title='it&apos;s in the ABC of growing up'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6131434579970858577</id><published>2007-10-09T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:06:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feed on the irony</title><summary type='text'>looks like spill canvas just came out with their new CD (*finally*) as well. Have been anticipating this one right up there with Vanessa Carlton's new release. This band can really rock it and I've been to their concert twice to know they really rock it *live* too. I have a lot of CD-listening to do tonight, and on a night when I desperately need to go to bed early.. ohhh well.. too excited to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6131434579970858577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6131434579970858577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/10/feed-on-irony.html' title='feed on the irony'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-6861226167809945897</id><published>2007-10-09T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:41:53.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say gravity can bend the time</title><summary type='text'>so freaking excited.. Vanessa Carlton's new CD... FINALLY RELEASED TODAY!Previewing it on napster and I'm not a bit disappointed.. I feel like it's a CD that can definitely grow on me (actually I think I already love it). So excited to receive my *signed* copy of her new CD in the mail!!! I forgot that her CD was actually released today (8th) because I had already pre-ordered it the other day, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6861226167809945897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/6861226167809945897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/10/say-gravity-can-bend-time.html' title='say gravity can bend the time'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-3235158525866079327</id><published>2007-09-22T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:52:10.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Total Package</title><summary type='text'>so I took this crazy long test that one of my roommates showed me (found it on some dating site?).. and it's funny how thorough/accurate it is about what I'm looking for in a guy. If anyone wants to date me, now I feel like I should just redirect them to my test result here and see if our values are at all compatible. haha. (kidding) :P I love the "bottom lines".. I feel like I'm always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3235158525866079327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/3235158525866079327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/09/total-package.html' title='The Total Package'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2995469.post-8806898590560397569</id><published>2007-09-10T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:19:20.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately I'm Alright</title><summary type='text'>"You make me laugh, I'm glad you're our roommate, really." - A text one of my roomies just sent me.Awww. I just have the best roommates ever. I really don't think I could have fallen upon much better roomies.. we just get each other.. enjoy the same things.. love trash talking to the tv (being dumb)... haha.. just so much fun.. and we crack each other up.Good times. :)I'm so happy right now.Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8806898590560397569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2995469/posts/default/8806898590560397569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sullen.blogspot.com/2007/09/lately-im-alright.html' title='Lately I&apos;m Alright'/><author><name>Lin</name><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></entry></feed>
