<?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-4211873163214082526</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:27:07.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who the fuck are bryan and joanna?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jobryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922782626401589674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211873163214082526.post-420462832219022559</id><published>2009-07-11T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:53:25.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt #2</title><content type='html'>BRYAN SAYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I'm being fam pressured to post something on this blog so I guess I'll write something...&lt;br /&gt;so I think that counts as something! K cool, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask why this is titled "attempt #2".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211873163214082526-420462832219022559?l=jobryanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/feeds/420462832219022559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/attempt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/420462832219022559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/420462832219022559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/attempt-2.html' title='Attempt #2'/><author><name>jobryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922782626401589674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211873163214082526.post-6211176068477015712</id><published>2009-06-24T11:19:00.032-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:16:56.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"OH WHAT? OH NINE!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Listening to: The Prime Time Of Your Life - Daft Punk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;JOANNA SAYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The other day, I said I'd know how I felt about grad as soon as I let my nerves settle. But the fact is, I still don't exactly know. After yesterday, I've learned that graduation has it's own feeling. In it's entirety, it's the feeling of stomach-churning excitement juxtaposed with an overwhelming sense of pride and laced with fear of the future’s uncertainty. I realize now how foolish I was to try to isolate the various aspects of what it feels like to finally graduate into its separate parts. To attempt to do that means to simplify everything these past 4 years have amounted to – something I definitely do not want to do. As I was anxiously sitting in my seat last night, I realized something. Not only do we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; to accept graduation for the vibrant experience it is, it’s something we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to do. This task of acceptance not only applies to the mixed emotions of graduation, but to our overall advancement in life. The only way for us to move forward is to accept and appreciate all that we have for what it’s worth and use it constructively. This includes successes, blessings, mistakes and even failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 years of sleepless nights resulting from everything ranging from my once hailed social life to procrastination, having people walk in and out of my life as if it had revolving doors, and dealing with all the unexpected things life has thrown my way, I think I’ve done it. As I arrive at the end of an era, I am finally able to say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt; confidently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a product of the people I have met, obstacles I have faced, mistakes I have made, goals I have achieved, but most importantly, ambition that continues to drive me. I welcome the future in all its uncertainty because I know that with uncertainty comes possibility. I know what I want, and I’m going to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;refusing to be passive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing:&lt;br /&gt;Victory runs,&lt;br /&gt;Cheer circles,&lt;br /&gt;Student-run pep rallies, karaoke, and dance battles in the caf,&lt;br /&gt;Stripping down to spandex and jumping on cars...&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY knows &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;school spirit&lt;/span&gt; like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FALCON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLCHS CLASS OF 2009,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg1aAjvQRf8/SkJt2t2IJ3I/AAAAAAAAADE/dnUlzigkCl4/s1600-h/DSC_2549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg1aAjvQRf8/SkJt2t2IJ3I/AAAAAAAAADE/dnUlzigkCl4/s200/DSC_2549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350960094056556402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg1aAjvQRf8/SkJtnIYTo5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/u6ZYzVvCxug/s1600-h/DSC_2518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg1aAjvQRf8/SkJWYMuwwrI/AAAAAAAAABk/hbMTdIuhzwA/s200/5038_114907117440_606332440_2506737_7949946_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350934281003778738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211873163214082526-6211176068477015712?l=jobryanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6211176068477015712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduated_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/6211176068477015712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/6211176068477015712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduated_24.html' title='&quot;OH WHAT? OH NINE!&quot;'/><author><name>jobryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922782626401589674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg1aAjvQRf8/SkJt2t2IJ3I/AAAAAAAAADE/dnUlzigkCl4/s72-c/DSC_2549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211873163214082526.post-8236745765285897657</id><published>2009-06-22T22:53:00.027-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:36:23.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>buying a CD &gt; downloading it online</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Listening to: Still Take You Home - Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNA SAYS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;New album artwork revealed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg1aAjvQRf8/SkBEL06-90I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3m67kfAaPTo/s1600-h/hum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg1aAjvQRf8/SkBEL06-90I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3m67kfAaPTo/s320/hum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350351327291438914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 25th. I'm psyched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And if it leaks, I am NOT downloading it. There's nothing like rushing to the store on the release day, running to the aisle of the corresponding genre, flipping through the alphabetically-arranged albums, finding it, &lt;underline style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paying for it&lt;/underline&gt;, holding it up, admiring how beautifully the light reflects off the clear plastic wrapping, excitedly ripping it open, throwing it into my portable CD player (which I will have brought), finally pressing play, and savouring every word, beat, and sustained chord on the bus ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology deprives us of great experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. BE SURE TO EXPECT A REVIEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ON ANOTHER NOTE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm graduating tomorrow. AHHH! I don't quite have a concrete reaction for that.... I'm nervous, sad, relieved, excited, nostalgic, and happy all at once. I guess I'll only know how I feel after my nerves have calmed after the ceremony tomorrow. I NEED TO BRING A CRAPLOAD OF TISSUES, THAT'S FOR SURE. I'll probably be back tomorrow to write a long and sappy entry to both summarize and conclude my high school career. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everyone needs one of those, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh yeah, I still need to clean my room. Gonna do that now. LATER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211873163214082526-8236745765285897657?l=jobryanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8236745765285897657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-run-on-sentences-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/8236745765285897657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/8236745765285897657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-run-on-sentences-are.html' title='buying a CD &gt; downloading it online'/><author><name>jobryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922782626401589674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bg1aAjvQRf8/SkBEL06-90I/AAAAAAAAAAU/3m67kfAaPTo/s72-c/hum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211873163214082526.post-7121480533986510124</id><published>2009-06-21T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:09:00.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;--</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;JOANNA SAYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it’s always signified much more than just an ivory key on my keyboard…&lt;br /&gt;But the censorship of emotion,&lt;br /&gt;The prevail of second thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;The freedom of suppression,&lt;br /&gt;And the capability for us to take back things we mean to say, but don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because hitting “enter” will reveal more than what you know,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you’re ready for that –&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I’m ready to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;…You will never know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backspace,&lt;br /&gt;Backspace,&lt;br /&gt;Backspace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211873163214082526-7121480533986510124?l=jobryanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7121480533986510124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/7121480533986510124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/7121480533986510124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='&lt;--'/><author><name>jobryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922782626401589674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4211873163214082526.post-4024531564685612711</id><published>2009-06-21T14:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:44:18.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER '09 GOALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Listening to: Someday - The Strokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;JOANNA SAYS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, school's over and I have a new blog that I'm sharing with Bryan! YAY! :) But summer doesn't officially begin until I get a few things out of the way... HERE'S A LIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Clean my room&lt;br /&gt;- Throw out ALL my school work&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get rid of clothes that I don't wear anymore&lt;br /&gt;- Update my ipod&lt;br /&gt;- Delete all school-related files off my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of tonight, all the things I have pertaining to high school will be sitting in a large garbage bag secured by a wire tie in my garage. This is going to be so liberating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things I want to get done include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Start writing again&lt;br /&gt;- Get some manila paper so I start sketching again (conti crayon!)&lt;br /&gt;- Get back to playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;- Learn how to play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;- TAKE PICTURES, maybe make a photo journal? I got a new lens!&lt;br /&gt;- Leave ajax for a bit to go somewhere interesting........&lt;br /&gt;- GO SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;- Get a job, I need $$$&lt;br /&gt;- Redecorate my room (IKEA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Spend time with peeeeeople!&lt;br /&gt;- MARATHONS! (The O.C., Kenny vs. Spenny, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;- GET A BIKE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4211873163214082526-4024531564685612711?l=jobryanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4024531564685612711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-someday-strokes-joanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/4024531564685612711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4211873163214082526/posts/default/4024531564685612711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jobryanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-someday-strokes-joanna.html' title='SUMMER &apos;09 GOALS'/><author><name>jobryanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02922782626401589674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
