<?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-7221542863962892358</id><updated>2011-08-03T21:06:31.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of April</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofapril.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7221542863962892358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofapril.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220383857214713364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aOeqGUN1QWQ/SBVpjXBHtsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8bhq2F5q4IE/S220/A.Joillet+sr.recital.59.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7221542863962892358.post-4577048059499009198</id><published>2010-03-26T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:53:24.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since I have so many close followers(btw, this is sarcasm; Hi David), I think its important to explain myself. As you can see, I've deleted all of my old posts. I think they weren't really a reflection of the mature persona that I am trying to display. Also, seeing as it has been over a year since my last post, I think it is appropriate to start again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You see, I'd actually like to use my blog. I want to use it as more of a journal of my experiences rather than a place for my angry rants, which is what it was before. And why do I need to journal my experiences you ask? Well, I am on a mission of self improvement. I need support from anywhere I can get it, and the internet is the best place to find support. I don't always feel like I get support from the people that are most important to me. I feel like other people think I have my priorities confused. They don't understand why certain things are more important to me than others. Let me map it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority No. 1: Weight Loss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My girlfriend, Gin, encouraged me to join Weight Watchers with her. I'm fairly certain this is one of the best choices I have made for my life. I started out 60 pounds overweight. Technically, that is considered obese! I hated how I looked in the mirror. I hated how my clothes fit. I felt like everyone was staring at me and laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very happy to say that I have lost 13 pounds. And I hope to lose at least 47 more. This is not going to be easy. I plan to spend an entire year in Weight Watchers. I do not want to give up, and I will not let this conquer me. I am going to be a babe and wear a bikini on the beach someday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This priority requires that I spend time at the gym, and spend time thinking about, and cooking good food for myself. I can just grab a slice of pizza and eat on the go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority No.2: My Relationship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to nurture my relationship with my boyfriend, David. To do this, I have to spend time with him. We live together, but I never really feel like we're spending quality time together. I wish we could lay in bed at night and talk about stuff, but I fall asleep to fast. I wish we could get up and make breakfast together but I get up at 6, and he gets up 9. Oftentimes I feel like we're just room-mates, and that's totally lame. He does go to the gym with me, and thats nice. It just isn't enough though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority No. 3: School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to get good grades so that I can finish my masters by spring 2011. I have found that working hard and getting good grades makes me feel really awesome! I didn't get good grades in my undergraduate degree, and I feel like I have something to prove. I want to graduate magna cum-laude and I'm on the right track. I want those gold cords! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Priority No. 4: Other Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may sound harsh, but I just don't have time for them right now. They treat me like crap anyways, but that's a subject to blog about some other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My professors and other friends are not happy about the order of my priorities, but I have to make myself happy. I can not function when I'm unhappy, and I treat my boyfriend like crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think this will have to be a good introduction for now. I will have a lot to say and talk about in the coming months. See you there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7221542863962892358-4577048059499009198?l=adventuresofapril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresofapril.blogspot.com/feeds/4577048059499009198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7221542863962892358&amp;postID=4577048059499009198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7221542863962892358/posts/default/4577048059499009198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7221542863962892358/posts/default/4577048059499009198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresofapril.blogspot.com/2010/03/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start'/><author><name>April</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15220383857214713364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aOeqGUN1QWQ/SBVpjXBHtsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8bhq2F5q4IE/S220/A.Joillet+sr.recital.59.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
