<?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-3755064069231429448</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:46:40.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooshyness Of A Panda</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bonnie</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-8266142413387808334</id><published>2011-05-31T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:33:10.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>So far, 2011 has been such a smooth year, with hardly any bumps in the road. In fact, I've been rather consistently happy for about a year now. I've made friends in Arizona, I've finally reached my goals for continuing on to a university, Thomas and I couldn't be better, and, well, the future looks bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but hear a little voice wondering when something is going to go wrong... After all, life isn't life without it's little disappointments through out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suppose I just wanted to write this down, because when I read my older posts I sound like such a whiny beast and I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've finally reached equilibrium. No more highs and lows, just a normal sort of... straight course. I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-8266142413387808334?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8266142413387808334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-grown-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/8266142413387808334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/8266142413387808334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-1659932597155475778</id><published>2010-06-26T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:24:02.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-1659932597155475778?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1659932597155475778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-can-i-explain-my-emotions-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/1659932597155475778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/1659932597155475778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-can-i-explain-my-emotions-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-4852336305103526534</id><published>2010-06-21T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:54:59.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid</title><content type='html'>I am afraid of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I've lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I am not capable of being in a happy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I'm bipolar, or worse (like my mother).&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly afraid of offending everyone (see also: unnecessarily apologizing for everything).&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I overreact to everything.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid I am not capable of being happy.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that I make everything a big deal, therefore making the actual big deals seem like just another thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I suck. At everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I hate Arizona. I hate that I don't know if what I feel is rational any more. I hate that I can hide these kinds of feelings and do, even when I really shouldn't. Why did I hide all these things from my therapist back in Santa Cruz? Man, I hate having to write such emo teenage thoughts down, but I just feel lost, almost constantly these days. I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-4852336305103526534?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4852336305103526534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/4852336305103526534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/4852336305103526534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2010/06/afraid.html' title='Afraid'/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-8518445018916674928</id><published>2009-03-08T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:08:39.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Until there's nothing left to love,&lt;br /&gt;until there's nothing left to hate.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the help,&lt;br /&gt;but even you can't save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;-Her Space Holiday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-8518445018916674928?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8518445018916674928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/until-theres-nothing-left-to-love-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/8518445018916674928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/8518445018916674928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/until-theres-nothing-left-to-love-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-2905017616625199941</id><published>2009-03-08T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:57:15.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that I can't win.&lt;br /&gt;So why should I try?&lt;br /&gt;It's been this way for years,&lt;br /&gt;you'd think by now I'd know why.&lt;br /&gt;-Her Space Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I make plans it never EVER works out just how I want it to, so maybe I should stop making plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-2905017616625199941?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2905017616625199941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-that-i-cant-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/2905017616625199941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/2905017616625199941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-that-i-cant-win.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-7159673784389070215</id><published>2009-03-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:02:03.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid pink eye. It won't go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-7159673784389070215?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7159673784389070215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-pink-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/7159673784389070215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/7159673784389070215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupid-pink-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-932363547809142503</id><published>2009-03-07T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:29:19.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Panda Is In</title><content type='html'>After "googling" my old blog's title, I've decided to bring pinkpolkadotpanda back to life. Due to some very strange circumstances, I had to take my ongoing blog, entitled "pinkpolkadotpanda" offline, however I proudly raise my middle finger to all parties involved with that circumstance and begin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-932363547809142503?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/932363547809142503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/panda-is-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/932363547809142503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/932363547809142503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/panda-is-in.html' title='The Panda Is In'/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-331157072480512365</id><published>2009-03-07T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:15:14.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang Ups</title><content type='html'>You can do better than me.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do better than you.&lt;br /&gt;-Death Cab For Cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, when I am alone and sitting in my apartment (which I often am), I wonder if I am supposed to be out doing something else. If perhaps I am wasting my life away, sitting inside by myself, watching tv shows online. I feel like I should get involved in something else that will take my time and energy but that I also enjoy. On the other hand, I feel that taking on another project would be too much for me right now, and I should just focus on finishing school and once I'm done with that I can take on something else. I don't know what, exactly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for activity that gets me outside and around like-minded people. Something active, inexpensive, that requires dedication and energy, but isn't all consuming either.  Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says they felt disconnected and lost during their twenties. It makes me feel a bit better to hear that what I'm feeling isn't abnormal and that maybe eventually I'll feel more grounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-331157072480512365?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/331157072480512365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/hang-ups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/331157072480512365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/331157072480512365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/hang-ups.html' title='Hang Ups'/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-7697735406465707407</id><published>2009-03-01T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:30:18.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>For some reason when I woke up today I felt highly motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with my friend Jake a bit last night, and it was encouraging. He seems pretty sure that once I am out of school life will change and perhaps settle down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around at jobs, unfortunately nothing pays well enough for me to work part-time, and there is no way in hell I'm going to take on a second job right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since today I'm feeling motivated, I'm going to take advantage of the feeling and get a lot of stuff done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Super clean room&lt;br /&gt;2. Homework&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean car&lt;br /&gt;4. Exercise&lt;br /&gt;5. Pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-7697735406465707407?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7697735406465707407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/7697735406465707407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/7697735406465707407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755064069231429448.post-1615489743259461686</id><published>2009-02-28T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T07:35:49.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Last night I dreamed my friend's brother started to have a thing for me. I decided he was alright so we go to his room and start making out. All of a sudden he gets up and announces that he is unsure about this, and he is the type of person to change his mind about women a lot.  I look at him like he is insane and say, "Dude, we just made out. It's not a big deal", however he doesn't agree and he begins tearing around the apartment crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been wondering if this life has anything good for me up ahead. When I look back at the past few years, it seems as though it has just been "one damned thing after another", as they say.  Am I going to be one of those people that after I'm old others will look at me and say, "she had a rough life"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always saw myself as the main character in this movie... The main character lives happily ever after, doesn't she? Or have I been placed smack dab in the middle of a tragedy and I don't even realize it  yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3755064069231429448-1615489743259461686?l=pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1615489743259461686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/1615489743259461686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3755064069231429448/posts/default/1615489743259461686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkpolkadotpanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Bonnie</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
