<?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-4167169920551177429</id><updated>2011-12-18T01:35:50.279-08:00</updated><category term='mothers'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Teachers'/><category term='buttheads'/><category term='college'/><category term='Pie'/><category term='breakdowns'/><category term='etc'/><category term='FTA'/><category term='school'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='thinking'/><title type='text'>A Flight With Super Melodie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-3179000635168813389</id><published>2011-01-12T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:34:01.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>Inside my room I sit and stare at all the empty walls&lt;br /&gt;I think about the world outside these dark and dreary halls&lt;br /&gt;My mind keeps spinning making every thought seem hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes in the depths of night I can't find one to care&lt;br /&gt;I know within the tragic air the winds of time may change&lt;br /&gt;and someday maybe thoughts and actions will be in my range&lt;br /&gt;I face so many scary thoughts and sometimes even pain&lt;br /&gt;I try to make myself calm down but I just go more insane&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety is taking over...I'm losing control &lt;br /&gt;and at the point where all is worthless I forget the goal&lt;br /&gt;I try to breathe, I try to speak, I try to think and feel&lt;br /&gt;But somehow in the dead of night depression seems too real.&lt;br /&gt;Within the walls of lonely rooms the sorrow sinks in deep&lt;br /&gt;And gone is all the sanity that I tried hard to keep&lt;br /&gt;I cry. I scream. I yell and shout but nothing seems to work &lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing but these tragic words inside my head do lurk&lt;br /&gt;I want. I crave With deep desire... I seek to endure&lt;br /&gt;The bitter sweet and endless feelings that within me stir&lt;br /&gt;I hold them close and keep them safe until they must assuage&lt;br /&gt;The tender fears of all who read the words upon this page&lt;br /&gt;Now the time has come for you and I to part our ways &lt;br /&gt;And hopes that you will find me on one of my better days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodie Brooke Libby &lt;br /&gt;Jan 12, 2011&lt;br /&gt;10:33 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-3179000635168813389?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3179000635168813389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2011/01/obsession.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/3179000635168813389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/3179000635168813389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2011/01/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-2592037873583629118</id><published>2010-10-27T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T22:27:06.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking.</title><content type='html'>I don't know where to start this blog. I have tried writing 100 different things, but nothing seems to fit into place. Nothing is exactly what I want to say. I want to be able to tell everyone a few things about me now, but I don't think that I can really get the words out. For now I'm going to just vent a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate it when you are looking forward to something and then someone changes plans on you at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like stuffed crust pizza with pineapple and chicken. It sounds gross but it's delicious!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot stand people who don't know what they are doing and claim to be professionals! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really do not like it when people confuse an upbeat with a pickup. An upbeat is an upbeat. The equivalent of half a beat. You MAY NOTTTTTT use the word "upbeat" when you are talking about one whole beat!!! NO! DON'T DO IT!! A pickup can be any specified number of beats so long as that number is subtracted from the last measure. You can say "pickup into the next measure." So long as your students know the amount of beats or sub-beats you are "picking up." It is more precise to say "Quarter note pickup into the next measure" or "16th-note pickups into the next measure." You see? You cannot interchange "upbeat" with pickup. It's inaccurate, stupid, and confusing. DON'T DO IT!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like being sick!! My least favorite thing is acid reflux. THE WORST THING IN THE WORLD!!!! UGH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hugs!! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 LOVE THEM!! I love giving them. I love getting them. I love thinking about them. **sigh** I just...love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Pumpkin! ANYTHING PUMPKIN! I just...I love it. I love pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake, pumpkin rolls, pumpkin bread, pumpkin steamers, Pumpkin juice...MMMMM.... pumpkin...well...I think you get the point. I love pumpkin stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like forgetting things. Lately I have been forgetting so many things. I find myself starting a conversation, and then...whewwwwww It's gone. I feel like i'm getting old too early. ANDDDDDDD I was taking a test today...and I had studied, so I knew the answers to these stupid fill in the blank answers...and...I forgot. It was terrible. I remembered one of them, but the other one...I had to just guess cause I tried and tried to recall it...I just...couldnt. Then came home and realized that I had actually thought of that word and decided it wasnt right. lol. I hate it when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like friends who listen to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when people pretend to listen to what your saying, but really have no clue what you are talking about. It drives me crazy! Why can't people just pay attention for 30 seconds and then get back to their own lives. etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not being able to sleep. Recently I've been having some sleep troubles. It SUCKS!! I used to be able to sleep 9 hr+ a night, and now I'm averaging about 6, but I have more and more trouble getting to sleep. I hate that!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like bugs. I don't think I ever have. YUCK!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when someone says they're going to do something and then...you find out later that...they didnt. BOGUS!!!! Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE almost more than anything else....getting mail!! I LOVE IT!! The THRILLLLLLLLL of opening my box and seeing letters in there is enough to make my entire week worth going through!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done ranting for the evening. It's been a pretty crappy day and I just wanted to end it with some rants and raves. lol. Hope you guys are all doing well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!! You guys should write me letters. If you get brave...email me and i'll tell you my address. :D Look forward to hearing back from you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-2592037873583629118?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2592037873583629118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2010/10/thinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/2592037873583629118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/2592037873583629118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2010/10/thinking.html' title='Thinking.'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-8897447566487325391</id><published>2010-10-11T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:32:31.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the...hmm..not Jedi...not Jafar...Return of MELODIE!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I put blogging on hold as my life took a few unexpected turns, but now I'm back, but I'm not sure how long for. There is something terribly exciting about venting emotions and things on a public forum. It is probably my favorite thing to do. That's probably why I got into writing poetry. I guess the extra medium of throwing words onto paper or the internet is really something that I enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...an update into my life. Michael and I broke up on Feb 1st, and after much discussion we got back together on May 19. We have been enjoying our time together since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of religious studying which has lead to a lot of different beliefs that are changing. I love the Lord so much, and I want desperately to do what he wants me to do. Now I just have to figure out what it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some strange strands of depression the past few months. I just all of a sudden feel terrible and worthless and just...sad. And I get upset and I cry and I cry, but I know that nothing is really wrong. I don't know. It's pretty strange. I've done it a handful of times, and It comes and goes. But I've just been overly emotional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a baby craze recently. Everyone around me is having babies, and I miss being around kids all the time. I just...I know I dont want my own baby right now. I dont think I can handle one on my own at this stage in my life, but I miss being able to babysit and spend time with children. It's tough to even find time for it with my busy schedule, but everywhere I turn...another person is having a baby. And all I can do is look at baby clothes and toys and miss being around babies. It's a tough time when a babysitter cannot be around babies. I'm suffering baby withdrawal. lol. I didn't even know you could do that, but I've got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...also...I started another year of school!! It's going great so far! I have some really great classes, and for once I feel like I'm on top of them. I feel like I am in a whole new groove. :D I just hope I can keep it up! :D Let me see...what else...I think I can post some pictures. I'm sure I have some recent ones. Here are some of the First pictures of Fall. :D I hope you enjoy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnPLwMVaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ws10ZHat5g8/s1600/IMG_5557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnPLwMVaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Ws10ZHat5g8/s200/IMG_5557.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526945047008531874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so for sunday school one sunday we were trying to teach the kids a song to the tune of old Macdonald...and it was about "good old Noah" and on his ark he had two....etc. anyway...We asked the kids what kind of animals they wanted to sing about, and one of them says "Bunnies!!!" and I was like...uhhh..."what sound do bunnies make?" Michael and I looked at each other...puzzled and one of the kids says "BOING! BOING!! DUHHHHHH!!!!!" lol Never would have thought of that. But...kids know everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnO2U0nGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oVFqy9HXBcM/s1600/IMG_5462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnO2U0nGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/oVFqy9HXBcM/s200/IMG_5462.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526945041256586338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dorm room. I ended up going through another roommate already, so I am working on my second for the year. We'll see if she lasts the whole year with me. who knows. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnOqPR0AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wLjfLl5KTTs/s1600/IMG_5386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnOqPR0AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wLjfLl5KTTs/s200/IMG_5386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526945038012108802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnOI2Qg7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/i0e8ilZDDsY/s1600/IMG_5382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnOI2Qg7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/i0e8ilZDDsY/s200/IMG_5382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526945029048796082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two pictures...I did take on my own...well...I took all of them, except for the bunny one of my friends shot that with my camera. I love the last two. the flower ones. They are great! Sometimes you just want to catch nature just the way it is, and that's what I was trying to do. I love it! The rest of the pictures are just ones I took recently. I figured you all might want to see what Boone looked like in the Fall. I hope you enjoyed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnNy3PyAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aVxRltEtufY/s1600/IMG_5357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOnNy3PyAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/aVxRltEtufY/s200/IMG_5357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526945023147362306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOo6S9myyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fLhEL4RBE9w/s1600/IMG_5534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOo6S9myyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/fLhEL4RBE9w/s200/IMG_5534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526946887189842722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOo6BblQOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yNwj5M-6bT4/s1600/IMG_5560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOo6BblQOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yNwj5M-6bT4/s200/IMG_5560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526946882483732706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOo5uNsg2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/45-L2ea3kTY/s1600/IMG_5705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOo5uNsg2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/45-L2ea3kTY/s200/IMG_5705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526946877325214562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/TLOo5JGLK2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/lSxo37cu6hU/s1600/IMG_5761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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I understand that life is hard, and that we have to deal with things in order to make us stronger and more capable of handling everything else. When I was about 12 or 13 I wrote a song called "With You"...I love the song, and I tend to sing it a lot when I am alone. Here are the words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up on a mountain way up high&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the stars into the sky &lt;br /&gt;and when I feel I've given up&lt;br /&gt;you're always there (always there)&lt;br /&gt;you're always there (always there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my spot upon this earth&lt;br /&gt;with you (with you)&lt;br /&gt;And when I look at where I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (with you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (I'm with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've entered a world of black and white &lt;br /&gt;where everything seems to be a fight&lt;br /&gt;and when I feel I've given up..&lt;br /&gt;you're always there (always there)&lt;br /&gt;you're always there (always there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my spot upon this earth&lt;br /&gt;with you (with you)&lt;br /&gt;And when I look at where I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (with you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (I'm with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm discovering new fantastic things&lt;br /&gt;Battling troubles my life brings &lt;br /&gt;and when I feel like giving up &lt;br /&gt;you're always there (always there)&lt;br /&gt;you're always there (always there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my spot upon this earth&lt;br /&gt;with you (with you)&lt;br /&gt;And when I look at where I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (with you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you (I'm with you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this song. Sometimes we just need someone. We need someone who we can be with...who can make us feel secure and who can help to build us up. It's so hard to find someone like this. I've spent my entire life...with people. Poeple who help to encourage me...people who love me...and people who I can always count on, but I have also known my share of people who could care less about anyone other than themselves. I think about all of the people I know and all of them who know me. i think about how blessed I have been, but in the midst of blessings come trials. I can only handle so much, and I am to my breaking point...and I feel like there is no one around to hear me cry. I know that people are everywhere. People who love me and care about me...but what can they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I look around at my world...I look around at the way I think and feel and act, and each part of me is different. I am losing track of who I was...and I don't know what to do to get back to where I was. I feel like I have lost control. Like everything inside of me is gone...and there is nothing that I can do about any of it. I have become so jumbled. I have been trying to find out who I am...and In the process I have lost who I was. In my quest to discover the me that I am, I have lost the me that I wanted to be. Things continue to get complicated. The more I introspect, the more confused I become. I am almost to the point of not being able to handle anything. I am strong...so I keep pushing forward, but it's so hard to keep trying when you feel so lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motto has often been...."I can do anything,' but I am finding more and more that I can't. &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep trying to be someone I am not. &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep doing what I am doing and hoping to change&lt;br /&gt;I can't wish and dream and hope for something better when there is nothing left to find&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take everything all at once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we are given strength to do anything that we need to, and I am so grateful for that strength, but most of the time, I feel like crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be held and comforted...but in times like these I have to go it alone. I am stuck wandering by myself...through the confusing depths of my mind. It's a scary place, and I don't know how successful I will be coming out on the other end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop venting for a minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all of this random internal stuff...life is going great. I love school...we just started new classes...Christmas break was good...etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go ahead and post this. Maybe I'll post again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrots and Peas out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-8170174165906568061?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8170174165906568061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2010/01/introspection.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/8170174165906568061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/8170174165906568061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2010/01/introspection.html' title='Introspection'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-6099547640964223843</id><published>2009-12-18T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:40:15.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Special Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Syw11utqNwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w3leX5UjjCk/s1600-h/P8180004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Syw11utqNwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w3leX5UjjCk/s400/P8180004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416763649008744194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Syw11ZXialI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5ypZKR-2vt4/s1600-h/P8180001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Syw11ZXialI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5ypZKR-2vt4/s400/P8180001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416763643278813778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Syw11OoViNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbwsWFxF5Gc/s1600-h/IMG_5193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Syw11OoViNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbwsWFxF5Gc/s400/IMG_5193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416763640396482770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Michael mentioned to me that I hadn't been writing in my blog. He doesn't like his picture being at the top, and he probably won't like it that I am talking about him anyways. I have posted three random pictures. One is of Michael's hood ornament which he is semi-obsessed with. He has been known to pull off to the side of the road and fix it if he notices that it is crooked. I just liked the picture. The next one is of the fire hydrant...I think. I have forgotten. lol. This is a fire hydrant on campus. Just one of the pictures that I took in my first week at Appalachian State. The last picture is of Yosef. He is amazing!!! If I could think of one person I would like to meet....other than all the other really cool people, it would probably be Yosef. I have been known to get pretty excited about my school. I have a pretty fair share of school spirit. It's great!! I am totally a fan of Yosef. One of my favorite things about App is that they use all kinds of random puns around campus. For instance, on all of the trash cans, there is a sign that says "Clean up after Yosef." My favorite place  to eat in the dining hall is called "WRAPPS" teehee...with two P's. There is a dessert bar that says "Treat Yosef." I just love them. They make me giggle. :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So...now that the secret has been revealed...I'm allowed to blog about it....for Christmas, I got Michael Tickets to the Grand Ole Opry. It's pretty exciting, and it's probably...no...most definitely the biggest present I have ever gotten for anyone. Michael is really special to me and I wanted to get him some thing that he would love and that he would remember forever. :D so...The Grand Ole Opry was really my only choice. ;) I had kept it a secret, but I had the tickets sent to his house, and they came in the mail the other day, so the secret is now out. :/ BUT....I know he is going to love it...well...you know...since I already know that...well....nevermind. ANYWAYS....School is out for the semester. I am kinda glad that I made it through. I didn't have any doubts about it, but sometimes it just seems like the painful classes will never end. I did pretty well my first semester. I am going to have to do better next semester, but I didn't get kicked out...so that means I am doing something right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's probably strange, but I miss Michael. Being away has made me realize how much I truly care about him. I am really crazy about this guy. I have to figure out how to spend time with like 10 different people in 3 days. That should be exciting. I promised one of my friends that I would take her out, so I have to make sure I have a bit of money in my account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I am sure there is a million more things I could write about, but I am going to leave it at that. I will try and post more later, but for now...carrots and peas out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-6099547640964223843?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6099547640964223843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-special-request.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/6099547640964223843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/6099547640964223843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-special-request.html' title='By Special Request'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Syw11utqNwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/w3leX5UjjCk/s72-c/P8180004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-1632259663904394803</id><published>2009-10-21T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:44:50.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying for Psychology...and a nap to prove it.</title><content type='html'>Last night Michael came over to help me study for my Psychology exam that was today. I printed out all of the notes from the unit, and gave him a list of words. He pretty much did all the work and he made up questions to test my knowledge of the materials. I think we were both surprised at how much I DIDN'T know. lol Studying was a LONGGGG process, and I kept asking what words meant and for him to repeat the question. The poor boy has so much patience with me. :D We were both sitting on my bed. Actually...I was sitting at the foot of my bed and Michael was laying down at the head of the bed reading notes and questions to me.  In addition to the exam that I had to study for, I had 6 pages of Music theory work that had to be done by 8am the next morning. I would try and work on that while Michael asked me questions about Psychology. Eventually I had to set aside the Music theory so that I could focus on studying, since I knew that Michael wouldn't be able to help me forever. We got to a point where we had gone through all of the notes and Michael was still laying there on my bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my Music theory work book, and I started figuring out the answers. (We are studying part-writing. It's pretty simple stuff.) I looked up from my book a few seconds later, and Michael's Eyes were closed. It was one of the most adorable things I had ever seen. He and I were holding hands, and I was working on my homework with the other hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I took my exam today, and I think I did pretty well; it's all because of my wonderful, napping boyfriend. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life other than that is going really well. I can't complain a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write me letters!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-1632259663904394803?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1632259663904394803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/10/studying-for-psychologyand-nap-to-prove.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/1632259663904394803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/1632259663904394803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/10/studying-for-psychologyand-nap-to-prove.html' title='Studying for Psychology...and a nap to prove it.'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-1606724325802249807</id><published>2009-09-28T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T06:35:16.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost and The Lost</title><content type='html'>The Lost and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing senses, A new release&lt;br /&gt;A time to grieve and find some peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions strong, Hard to withstand&lt;br /&gt;The longing for a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait in silence through the night&lt;br /&gt;and hope that things will turn out right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkness comes, The world is cold&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to feel so bold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pains arrive, It's hard to deal&lt;br /&gt;With all the little things I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and cry, I can't proceed &lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without the things I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold and quiet, All alone&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I would have known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the darkness so consume&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think my heart had room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent crier never wakes &lt;br /&gt;From simple sleep that never breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time goes by and hearts will mend&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of a departed friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distance moves with steady pace&lt;br /&gt;Reminding us of loving grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end we all will see&lt;br /&gt;that nothing ends eternally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There cannot be an easy way&lt;br /&gt;other than living day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's all that we can do&lt;br /&gt;Until our thoughts become anew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on, or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;and we'll keep living through our dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No task too great, no mountain high&lt;br /&gt;When you are soaring through the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daylight comes, the sunshine nears&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the pains and fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and once again&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to my eternal friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodie Brooke Libby&lt;br /&gt;September 28, 2009, 9:34 Am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-1606724325802249807?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/1606724325802249807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-and-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/1606724325802249807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/1606724325802249807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-and-lost.html' title='The Lost and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;The Lost&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-6749821998715142702</id><published>2009-09-16T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:49:25.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update...or up-"DATE". hahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SrDYltNTU9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WdVn7SweJng/s1600-h/P8240068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SrDYltNTU9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WdVn7SweJng/s400/P8240068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382039697009890258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SrDYlMR2pDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sg1sXyybpSo/s1600-h/P8240060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SrDYlMR2pDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/sg1sXyybpSo/s400/P8240060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382039688170611762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Michael. We  have been dating for almost a month now. :D It is really hard to describe how happy I am. I wish I could put into words how almost perfect our relationship is. I may try to write a poem about it soon, but probably not right now. hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news....school is amazing! I love it! My classes are kinda tough, but I love them! My favorite is still Psychology. I have my first Psychology exam today! Woohoooo!!! I have been trying to keep up on my studies and readings, etc, but it is really easy to put things off till the last minute...just ask Michael...he is just as bad at procrastinating as I am. I guess we are just going to have to push each other to work harder. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boone Branch is awesome. I have been going to all of the single adult activities. FHE is awesome. Institute is AMAZING. Church is GREATTTT. It's interesting when you are on your own. You think so much more about religion and why it is really there. I have never doubted the truthfulness of the gospel. My testimony of the gospel is probably my strongest asset in life. I love the Lord, and I love the scriptures, and I KNOW that The Book of Mormon is the true word of God. I know that the Priesthood has been restored to the earth, and my greatest hope is to be able to have a husband who is a worthy priesthood holder. I want someone who can bless my children and provide for the spiritual well being of our family. You learn so much about yourself and about how important things are to you when you live alone. I can't even describe how complicated things can get. I am sure most of you know that life doesn't always give you what you want. We must have opposition in all things. Sometimes I wonder what is supposed to happen with me. I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for me, and I should just listen to it. I just can't help but consider other things. I can't really tell you what I am REALLY thinking about, but there has been so much that I have been thinking about. I love life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys start writing me letters. If you want my address...email me and I will send it to you. PLease write to me. I love getting mail, but I never really get any. I end up ordering things from Amazon.com, just so I will have some mail in my box. Now I am broke..and when you have no money, you can't order things. So, I need you all to write me letters. :D I love you all!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-6749821998715142702?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6749821998715142702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-updateor-up-date-hahahaha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/6749821998715142702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/6749821998715142702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-updateor-up-date-hahahaha.html' title='Another Update...or up-&quot;DATE&quot;. hahahaha'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SrDYltNTU9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WdVn7SweJng/s72-c/P8240068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-8410386192764790929</id><published>2009-09-04T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T07:23:32.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New School with New friends and a New Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>School so far has been incredibly exciting. I don't exactly like having 8:00 classes every morning. I can never really judge the time it takes to get from my room to the music building. I have made it in as little as 3 minutes, which is very impressive. (I woke up late once or twice...with 5 min till my first class). A lot has happened since my last blog entry. Within the first few weeks of school I managed to gain more than expected. Michael and I started dating. It has been going extremely well. I don't know if two people can be much happier with each other than we are. :) I have been going to church at the Boone Branch. It is quite small. Their chapel is about the size of our relief society room. (well...maybe a tad bigger than that, but it's really small). The people there are all wonderful! It was pretty funny because I actually ran into some people who I actually knew (one of them being one of my older sister's old friends). I have made friends with many, if not all, of the single adults (there aren't very many...maybe 10). I have also spent a lot of time with Christa and Michael together. We sometimes go over to her house and watch episodes of News radio, or something of the sort. It's pretty exciting stuff. Sometimes we go up to the parkway, which is just beautiful, and we will drive around to different overlooks and star gaze or talk. I have been having a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classes are all going well. Some are kind of tough, and I have to sit down and force myself to do homework, but I am enjoying most of them splendidly! I am taking Music theory, Aural Skills, Voice Class, Performance seminar, Applied Trombone, Marching band, folklore and fairy tales, Psychology, and Philosophy. Class is great. My favorite so far is probably psychology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I am heading back to the east coast for Labor day weekend, which should be great fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go for now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-8410386192764790929?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8410386192764790929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-school-with-new-friends-and-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/8410386192764790929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/8410386192764790929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-school-with-new-friends-and-new.html' title='A New School with New friends and a New Boyfriend'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-3117577391210316067</id><published>2009-08-20T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:46:15.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marching band...the rain...and the amazing test of fate.</title><content type='html'>Sunday August 17th, I moved into my dorm at Appalachian State University. I really love it. This week has been band camp week. It has been amazing!! The band has about 300 members...including  29 trombone players (more people than we had in my entire HS band). It is AWESOME...to say the least. I moved up all the boxes into the room with my family and some new friends and then later I put everything where I wanted it to go. I am still working out the kinks, but overall it looks pretty okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band camp is verrry long. Our first rehearsal starts at 9 am, and we work either as an ensemble or in sectionals till lunch time and then we come back at 2 and work till dinner...then we come back at 6:30 and work till 9:30 or 10. It's long and tiring, but a lot of fun. I really thought it was going to be harder than it is. I think that I have been handling things really well. I am really enjoying the campus...and I have already made a bunch of new friends who are equally as nerdy as I am. IT'S GREATTT!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see....my roommate just moved in yesterday. It was kinda funny cause she got here at 9:30 and I came into the room at 11:30 and everything was already unpacked. Her mom and a few friends came to help her move in, so it was pretty amazing. She is really sweet. I enjoy talking to her...even though we don't get much opportunity to talk since I am busy with band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain! Oh...it is amazing...but it keeps falling and falling and falling and falling and falling. I don't know if it will ever stop falling and falling and....well, you get the point. lol. I do enjoy the rain, although the only downfall is wet shoes and a higher priority on washing the wet clothes. :/ what can you do though? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you about the friends that I have made, well...one of them is a guy. I am not going to tell you too much about it cause it is kinda complicated. He is in love with me, and I like him, but right now I can't see him as more than a friend. We have been having a good time hanging out and getting to know one another. We are just alike...interest wise. It is pretty strange. I cannot tell you how many conversations we have had where one person is talking and the other person only says "yep...me too" it is just strange how alike we are. Any who...I suppose I will keep you up to date with him too. I doubt anything is going to happen cause I don't want a relationship, but we will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate and I are pretty alike too in some of our likes and dislikes. She is going to be a middle-grades education major. That's pretty cool since I am going into middle-grades music. lol Last night we were talking about having to do senior projects and she was telling me how she did hers on Differentiated education...and that's what I did mine on too. It was super weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our late night practices for the past two nights were cancelled due to the rain, which isn't good, but it gives my lips a chance to regain their strength. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started orientation today which was great. They gave everyone a copy of the summer reading book, which I thought was totally awesome!! I lovvvveee books. I met  this girl named Allison, who is a Spanish Ed major, and she used to be a music ed major. She is sooo cool. We were talking about music and spanish and she and I are a lot alike too. I am working on what to minor in, and she is helping me figure it out (she is my student orientation leader). Anyways...I think that is about all that is new so far. Hit me up with questions if you have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my address is.....&lt;br /&gt;well, I don't want to post it up here, but if you email me I will give it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodiethegreat@gmail.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all so much!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I LOVEEE GETTING MAIL...(HINT HINT). So...get my address and start scribbling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all...again!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Melodie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-3117577391210316067?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3117577391210316067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/marching-bandthe-rainand-amazing-test.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/3117577391210316067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/3117577391210316067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/marching-bandthe-rainand-amazing-test.html' title='Marching band...the rain...and the amazing test of fate.'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-9105262897849921087</id><published>2009-08-01T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:32:35.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepping for school</title><content type='html'>Ok...so I am getting ready to head off to Appalachian State. I have hardly anything packed...I have no clue how I am getting all of my stuff there, and I am totally excited!! I just bought a BUNCH of movies...not that I really need them, but my new collection now includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladdin, El Rey Leon (The Lion King in Spanish), 1776, Till the Clouds Roll By, Mr Holland's Opus, The Princess Bride, The Incredibles, Horton Hears a Who, Meet the Robinsons, and all of my movies that I had before. I doubt that I will have any time to watch them, but I like having my own copy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a massive amount of new books this summer! I LOVEEEEEE Books!! I am currently reading Three Cups of Tea, Angela's Ashes, and El Libro de Mormon. I am not very far in any of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been talking to my new room mate via Facebook, and she seems really awesome! I can't wait to meet her in person. We have a lot in common and I think it will be great chilling with her. I move in on August 16th, and band camp rehearsals start the 17th. I am really excited! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see....I bought a new bed set...and it is cool. I was going to post pictures of everything, but I am too lazy. Sorry. What else.....hmm...OH!! I almost forgot. Last Monday I ordered my new Mac computer. A 13 inch Macbook pro. Fantastic Computer...well...Mac has this great offer where if you buy a mac for college you get a free ipod touch...that's a great deal so I decided I would do that..well....if I ordered it from the school they were offering to fulfill Mac's offer AND throw in a free printer too! So....on Wednesday I received my Brand new Macbook Pro, iPod Touch, and HP All-in-one printer! It's AMAZING! I have been having sooo much fun with it. :) The ipod touch is great cause you can download free apps and stuff and carry them with you everywhere. I already told you how much I love books, well I just downloaded a bunch of free books and so I can read them ANYWHERE! Woohoo! I also got a bunch of games and everything. I even have the scriptures up there. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got my new address, so if any of you feel like writing me letters (or letting your kids write me letters)...let me know and I will get you the address! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to go...but so nervous too. Ready or not...Here I go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-9105262897849921087?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/9105262897849921087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/prepping-for-school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/9105262897849921087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/9105262897849921087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/08/prepping-for-school.html' title='Prepping for school'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-4762183510065771169</id><published>2009-06-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:44:15.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Piece of What's New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SkrahaHzFFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9qoCwvZiMvw/s1600-h/promisedland3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 477px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353331374565823570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SkrahaHzFFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9qoCwvZiMvw/s400/promisedland3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Sunday. All last week, my family and I were involved in The Promised Land Pageant. It is a Historical Drama that tells about Freedom. It outlines the true story of a NC family whose grandfather faught in the Revolutionary war. Eventually this family encounters the missionaries and they are told some of the stories from the Book of Mormon. The family eventually travels with the Saints out west to Missouri. They continue on their path facing many hardships including the death of the prophet and the death of the family patriarch. It was a very moving experience to be able to witness the play in both the stages of production as well as the final product. It was great...and was very moving. There were scenes where you would laugh and scenes where you would cry and it was incredible! I enjoyed every minute of it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352582541512355650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SkgxdlnNL0I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Lw-HV0LmoN8/s400/promisedland2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352582539353986450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SkgxddknFZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/0-M5VnatiL8/s400/promisedland1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;During this week I also ended my dating relationship with Carlos (pictured above...this is after the break up). He and I are still good friends. We both decided that we were better off as friends. It was hard to do, but it was the right thing for both of us. I feel really good about it. We still talk...Carlos called me last night and we talked for a while...so I think this is a good thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More updates later!! Peace out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-4762183510065771169?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/4762183510065771169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-piece-of-whats-new.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/4762183510065771169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/4762183510065771169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-piece-of-whats-new.html' title='Little Piece of What&apos;s New'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SkrahaHzFFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9qoCwvZiMvw/s72-c/promisedland3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-4006361917633922318</id><published>2009-06-21T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:53:02.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sj8E8a2JuaI/AAAAAAAAADM/8iKEy7M783U/s1600-h/ploma1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 385px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350000318384552354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sj8E8a2JuaI/AAAAAAAAADM/8iKEy7M783U/s400/ploma1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melodie Brooke Libby...recently Graduated on June 12, 2009 at 5:20 pm...or somewhere around there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am putting some pictures of that cool event up here for all to see. :) Graduation was pretty exciting. I drove there by myself and my family followed after. Nothing too exciting happened. One of&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sj8F36DiFmI/AAAAAAAAADU/lMaGWVoduvo/s1600-h/ploma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350001340374455906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sj8F36DiFmI/AAAAAAAAADU/lMaGWVoduvo/s400/ploma2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my friends got into a minor car accident on the way...and he left his cap at home, so he ended up having to cross the stage without a cap. He was pretty emotional about the whole ordeal, but I couldn't blame him. One of my teachers took these pictures of me crossing the stage. I was SOOO greatful to her because my family was sitting on the other side of the coliseum. All of our pictures turned out blurry. If you notice that I am looking down, it was because I was trying not to fall. It takes great concentration. :) My heels were getting kind of wobbley before the ceremony and I was so nervous that it would break and I would trip and fall. Hahaha....think of how terrible that would be. My dad said that as he was watching me walk across stage he started crying. I thought that was really sweet. After graduation I took tons of pictures with family and friends. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008561003519378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sj8McM_p3ZI/AAAAAAAAADs/Trzzuhuw9VE/s320/163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008565791692306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sj8Mce1PlhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FULGHbcKeL4/s320/155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350008553420790802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sj8MbwvynBI/AAAAAAAAADk/qNKUKhcF4KQ/s320/152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350006933287379250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sj8K9dR4oTI/AAAAAAAAADc/RdgJYSvKT9A/s400/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These were just a few of the many. After the graduation...we had a party at my house. It was pretty great stuff. I had much fun. I would post pictures of that too, but I am tired of working this photo thingy. The party went really well. Half of the people who RSVP-ed didn't show up, and half of the people I wasn't sure of actually did come, so it was great! I always love spending time with people. woohoo!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways...I also found out that I was awarded enough grants to pay for year one of college!! You have no clue how excited I am!! It is a major load off of my back. I told my Grandma and she started crying. It really touched me....she was just so proud. :) Anyways...that's all about graduation...if you have any questions...shoot them this way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-4006361917633922318?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/4006361917633922318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/4006361917633922318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/4006361917633922318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sj8E8a2JuaI/AAAAAAAAADM/8iKEy7M783U/s72-c/ploma1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-5867514986099993132</id><published>2009-06-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:58:41.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buttheads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>A Loss of Words and Energy...well...maybe earlier today...but not now....as you can tell.</title><content type='html'>Tonight I realized that I can't stand it when people treat me like crap! (I don't like that expression, but I can't think of anything better.) I love my life...I love my family, and I love the fact they they have all flown in from around the country to see me graduate, but sometimes I just feel like they don't realize that I can get along very well when they are not here and I don't need them telling me what to do when they are here. They think that because they are older...because at one point they had more authority than me...that they can boss me around and tell me what to do and treat me like crap in front of people that used to respect me. It makes me really angry...and tonight I had my fill. I couldn't take any more of anyone yelling at me and putting me down while I was trying to get along as I usually do. I hate it when people put you down and try to play it off like they were kidding. You shouldn't joke like that unless the other person knows that you are joking. There are somethings that I just cannot take...people being mean to other people and hurting them intentionally. I would never hurt someone intentionally. I joke around a lot, but I do not blatently put people down to make myself feel better. Argghh!! It just drives me crazy. Tonight I left my Dad's house cause I had had enough of everyone yelling and fussing at me because one person was. I can take one person fussing, but when everyone decides that they should all start yelling at the same person...that is when it becomes too much. My older sister is in town from California...and she has a tendancy to think that because she is older than me that she can tell me what to do and that it will be ok. What she doesn't quite understand is that I am an adult. I don't need to be yelled at. I need to be respected. I make good decisions. I live my life the way I feel is best. I have good friends...I engage in uplifting activities...I watch good movies...and I don't have people telling me what to do all the time because usually I make the right choices. My mom will tell me to do my chores, but that isn't really the same. My sister comes home and thinks that she should also tell me to do my chores and continues to fuss at me if I don't do something exactly the way she likes it. It is not so much her telling me to do it, but the way she tells me to do it. It is just very derogatory and I do not deserve to be treated like that. No one deserves to be treated like that. It seems like I can't do anything right with my family. I love them so much, and I care wayyyy too much, but I just can't do anything the way they want it done. Sometimes I wonder if things will be better when I move out of the house. Maybe my mom will be glad that the one child who gives her the most trouble will finally be out of the house. Now...I know that my mom loves me. I know that she would do anything for me and she really has done a lot. I love her so much. She can be so thoughtless though. Sometimes she acts like I have no feelings at all, and she will trash talk me to my sisters...while I am there. I can't stand that. I hate it when she thinks that everything I do is out to get her. She thinks the only reason I like something is because she doesn't like it, or the only reason I say something is because I want to argue, or something else like that. The truth is...she has no clue. If I say something...it is because that's what I think....not that I think everything that she says is wrong and I think that I should argue every point. I thought that part of living in a free country was being able to have your own thoughts and ideas. I never trash talk her to make her feel bad! I can't stand it! I suppose it is the same way with most mothers and daughters, but I hate it. I hate feeling like my mom would be happier when I leave. I hate that. I really love my mom, and I want her to be happy that I am home, not when I am gone. I want my little sisters to look up to me because of all of the great things that I have done and all of the good choices that I have made. I don't want them to hate me because of all of the bad things that my mom tells them. I want my mom's friends to know me for who I am, not for Angela's 18 year old who gives her so much trouble. You know...when I saw her car in the accident I thought she was dead...and I cannot even tell you the thoughts that ran through my mind and the relief that I felt when she was okay. I could have had a heart attack right then. I really do love my mother...more than I could possibly express in words and the idea that I could ever not love her is just ridiculous. I find it very sad that she can't see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish people would understand that I am an adult. I have the capability to do what I am supposed to and to avoid the things that I shouldn't do. I am not completely grown up, and there is always room to learn and grow. I do not know everything, and I often need advice. I don't like to be picked on...unless it is all in good humour. Pick on me about being a band geek, or a teacher's pet...or anything of the sort...but don't put me down. I can't take the idea of being a disappointment to others. I want so badly to succeed. I just don't know what else to do...I am trying my hardest and it doesn't seem to be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could understand what I needed to do to help others understand what they need to do to help me understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-5867514986099993132?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5867514986099993132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/loss-of-words-and-energywellmaybe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/5867514986099993132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/5867514986099993132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/loss-of-words-and-energywellmaybe.html' title='A Loss of Words and Energy...well...maybe earlier today...but not now....as you can tell.'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-2876318808856541172</id><published>2009-06-10T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:27:51.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Words Inside My Head</title><content type='html'>Moments lapse so quickly&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of the past&lt;br /&gt;A second that won't last&lt;br /&gt;A time when hope&lt;br /&gt;And freedom faded briskly&lt;br /&gt;Into a cold reality&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to hide&lt;br /&gt;No fear of failure left inside&lt;br /&gt;I've given all my chances&lt;br /&gt;For one last regret&lt;br /&gt;I wait in silence till they all forget&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Let me be who I truly am&lt;br /&gt;Would it kill you to try and understand&lt;br /&gt;You were everything I wanted in a friend&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know that you'd be gone in the end&lt;br /&gt;The day slips into night&lt;br /&gt;The soothing silence says everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;All the time I've been running from the real me&lt;br /&gt;Let me take your hand&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you there's more than what you had planned&lt;br /&gt;I want so much more&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of turning while my life knocks on every door&lt;br /&gt;You may turn away&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to realize that I will be okay&lt;br /&gt;The clouds hang over; they drip and cover&lt;br /&gt;But my boring life is dry&lt;br /&gt;Taking me no where while the rain gets in my eye&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but to see your face&lt;br /&gt;In every moment, in every single place&lt;br /&gt;The Street, The House, The School, The Mall&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you I'm kidding, but really I've seen it all&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you'd be my hero&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew how to take my cares away&lt;br /&gt;A silent wind sweeps through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Taking me places that no one else can find&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is dream&lt;br /&gt;Wanting so badly to wail and cry and scream&lt;br /&gt;Let me know who you really are&lt;br /&gt;Let me help you to reach your every star&lt;br /&gt;You are more than I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just glad you had the courage to love me&lt;br /&gt;I sit alone and slowly cry&lt;br /&gt;Then I wipe the tears that flood my eye&lt;br /&gt;I cannot help but think of you&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain you've put me through&lt;br /&gt;I have done the best I can&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I can do&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of needing you&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm pushing through&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;My life is such a trial&lt;br /&gt;But I'll look back and be able to form a smile&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of all the crazy plans I've made&lt;br /&gt;I wish the best for you and me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really sorry you could never see&lt;br /&gt;That you were the one who would'ave&lt;br /&gt;made my life complete&lt;br /&gt;It was you...that is true&lt;br /&gt;That is all that I can say and do&lt;br /&gt;So let me give you these last words&lt;br /&gt;Baby I love you...and I miss you&lt;br /&gt;That's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodie Brooke Libby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-2876318808856541172?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2876318808856541172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-inside-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/2876318808856541172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/2876318808856541172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/words-inside-my-head.html' title='The Words Inside My Head'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-851842172343118856</id><published>2009-06-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:47:58.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SisxJkkLhDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Eha9_XqYvZw/s1600-h/060509_1239%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344419423309235250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SisxJkkLhDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Eha9_XqYvZw/s320/060509_1239%5B00%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK....so for everyone who heard &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sis0Ygzr37I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CVLFHoAl1dw/s1600-h/060509_1239%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and didn't hear...my mom got into an accident yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at school...it was about 12:05 pm. It was my last day of high school before graduation. I just took my library exam, and I played Boggle for about an hour with some friends. My mom was coming to get me and I had just talked to her...she told me to wait outside for her. I walked outside and I saw her at the stop light waiting for a green light. I put my sun glasses on and walked to the bottom of the ramp thingy that goes to the parking lot at my school. I knew she would be there in like 5 seconds and I was ready to get home. I stood there...and all of a sudden I heard it! CRUNCHHHHHH!!!! At first I didn't really know what it was...and then I heard Mrs. Tucker yelling "OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH! SOMEONE CALL 911!! SOMEONE CALL 911!!" I hadn't seen it at this point...but something inside of me twisted up. I moved around some cars and I saw my mom's car! "THAT'S MY MOM!!" I shouted. I began running to the highway from my school. I pulled my phone out and called 911. As I got closer and closer to the car I was more and more scared. I saw the whole front end SMASHED (as exhibted in the photo above) and I hadn't seen my mom yet. I ran up to the car and Mrs. Tucker was with me... She was kinda shaken up. I was shaken up and my mom was awake...she was breathing...and more importantly...she was alive. We began talking to her...she was in shock...understandably. I was trying to remain calm but I felt so over protective. I mean...she is the only mom I have. She had a burn and a scrape on her stomach from the air bag. It had melted her shirt and burned her. She didn't appear to be hurt too bad, but she complained of her right side hurting. I talked on the phone to 911 as they sent the fire and police departments to our assistance. Mr Frazier and Officer Williams and a few other people came out. Mr. Frazier tried to help make sure that things were okay and then the Police and Fire dept told him that he had to leave. The police began marking the road and measu&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sis096zTARI/AAAAAAAAADE/H6itHvbzjN0/s1600-h/060509_1238%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344423621166301458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/Sis096zTARI/AAAAAAAAADE/H6itHvbzjN0/s320/060509_1238%5B00%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ring things. My mom and I went into the ambulance to get her blood pressure checked out and to talk to the EMS. She told him that she didn't want to go to the hospital cause we still had to get the kids from school and she didn't want them to worry. I tried to keep her calm, but she was very much on her own. My legs were shaking and I was trying to keep my composure. It is really hard to explain the thoughts that run into your head in moments like this. If you look in the background to the right of the picture directly to the right, you can see a truck in the ditch. The young man driving the truck ran the stop light. Mom had the green arrow and she was turning and I guess the guy was paying attention to the other side of the road where they are allowed to continue going while the left lane turns. He didn't see her I guess and he ran the stop light and smashed into her. He was probably going about 65 mph or more according to the towing company. He took a ticket and his insurance is getting a nice bill. (pretty unfortunate accident) It was pretty crazy. No one got hurt too badly. My mom has a lot of bruises that are constantly getting worse. More and more are appearing and she is feeling the pain pretty badly now, but that is to be expected after an accident like that. I was just glad that she was alive. There is nothing worse than seeing your mom's car smashed in and not knowing whether or not she is okay. It seemed like I was watching myself in that moment from somewhere completely different. I knew what I was doing before I even started doing it. I remember the words "That's my mom!" going through my head as soon as I heard the crash, but I didn't say it until I saw her car. It was so surreal to me. Really scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways...hopefully we are getting a rental car soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about all that I have for you. It was pretty scary, but after about an hour or so I calmed down and I was fine, but at first it took me a while to process that she was ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definately not an experience that I would like to relive.&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/4167169920551177429-851842172343118856?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/851842172343118856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/accident.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/851842172343118856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/851842172343118856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/accident.html' title='The accident'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SisxJkkLhDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Eha9_XqYvZw/s72-c/060509_1239%5B00%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-2641006859418192103</id><published>2009-06-06T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:09:38.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic 8-ball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SisvNw9RnrI/AAAAAAAAACs/r8v_YyOs_Ls/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344417296331939506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SisvNw9RnrI/AAAAAAAAACs/r8v_YyOs_Ls/s320/249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...so tonight...my sister (Jasmine) and I decided that we should take apart a magic 8-ball! It was a lonnnggg process. It involved the eightball, a hammer, a nail, a screwdriver, lots of ink, etc. It was pretty crazy...but we have learned that the 8-ball is very STRONG! I hammered and hammered and the thing would just not break. I used a nail and a screwdriver...but eventually gave up on both of them and just hammered more and more until finally...IT BROKE!! It was very...umm...Juicy? I got ink all over myself! It was wonderful. All we really wanted was the little thingy with all the quotes on it....and it took a lot of juice to get to it. But we got it!! Those 8-balls are semi-indestructable! lol. You all would be amazed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...for all of you who were wondering "WHY?" we would do that...well...This 8-ball was really old and a bunch of bubbles had gathered in it...and you couldn't read anything on the little message thingy. So...we took it apart. hahaha. It was a good thing we did it outside. Mom would have killed us!! lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little bit about it...it was called an Affirmation ball...it was bright yellow and had a smiley face on the front of it...where the 8 would be if it were truly an 8-ball. lol. It was amazing...and it would say nice things to you. I think our favorites are "Your breath is so minty!" and "who says you're stupid?" It is pretty nice...literally. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well...that was our excitement so far! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-2641006859418192103?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2641006859418192103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/magic-8-ball.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/2641006859418192103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/2641006859418192103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/magic-8-ball.html' title='The Magic 8-ball!'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SisvNw9RnrI/AAAAAAAAACs/r8v_YyOs_Ls/s72-c/249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-3778339525933769735</id><published>2009-06-03T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:30:19.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amidst the Darkness of My mind</title><content type='html'>There are times when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the world outside seems hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;I reach into a dream-grasping for something real&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but despair&lt;br /&gt;I live my life...I laugh...I cry&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the words to say&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished that I could fly&lt;br /&gt;To be Anywhere ...just to be away&lt;br /&gt;I remember my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in the wind as the lashes flutter&lt;br /&gt;A Soft Delicate caress as the eyelids lower silently&lt;br /&gt;So many moments of dreams&lt;br /&gt;So many times when I cried&lt;br /&gt;So many memories I tried to forget with my eyes tightly shut&lt;br /&gt;I always remember&lt;br /&gt;I remember the firsts&lt;br /&gt;I remember the lasts&lt;br /&gt;I recall every in between, both present and past&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you remember too...but maybe not as much&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the pain is too much for you to remember&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;I spend my life remembering&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But even then I'm not safe from the memories&lt;br /&gt;I hear and see and smell&lt;br /&gt;And everything reminds me of moments since gone by&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake and softly cry&lt;br /&gt;These tears not shed for me are tears no less of joy than pain&lt;br /&gt;I cry in silence&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more&lt;br /&gt;I cry alone until they fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;The birds are they that fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;My tears nestle with the birds&lt;br /&gt;And they arise with the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Each ray illuminating yet another painful moment&lt;br /&gt;I wish to dream of something more&lt;br /&gt;To sleep a delicious sleep (a yummy sleep)&lt;br /&gt;Under the watch of guardian angels&lt;br /&gt;Tears are wiped away&lt;br /&gt;For lovely moments pass behind&lt;br /&gt;All that once was sad is changed within one simple dream&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and ponder all of God's great plans for me&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I have kept his plan my own&lt;br /&gt;When it's the end I'll grow to know if all has been done correctly&lt;br /&gt;I will slowly learn the truth&lt;br /&gt;The truth reveals secrets&lt;br /&gt;Secrets I'm scared to share with you and you with me&lt;br /&gt;For you to know these things I see...the life I live...the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;What to do...where to go...how to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I live upon an elected mound of happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to be around you&lt;br /&gt;I love to have you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;For you arrive and all my worries drift into infinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodie Brooke Libby&lt;br /&gt;June 2nd 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-3778339525933769735?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/3778339525933769735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/amidst-darkness-of-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/3778339525933769735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/3778339525933769735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/06/amidst-darkness-of-my-mind.html' title='Amidst the Darkness of My mind'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-5557355453568615202</id><published>2009-05-31T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:59:40.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation of Band and Bingo?</title><content type='html'>So the AGHS Band just got a letter stating that our band director is leaving the premises of our high school and embarking on a new journey with a different set of students at DHC High school. I don't really know how I feel about it. I think that it might be good for him. He is more experienced in music ed now and the DHC band is okay (not as good as us). I am sure he will be alright. It is pretty sad because right now...AG does not have a director for next year. HOPEFULLY they will locate one soon. I would take it over...but I have four more years to go. I don't blame Bingo for leaving. They were trying to put too much on him. There is only so much a guy can do. I am grateful for the amount of time that I had to spend with him...and the many things that I learned. He was probably a greater friend to me than he was a teacher. We are both going our separate ways, and that is going to be a big change on the AGHS band. I really don't know what is going to happen. With Bingo...I was there both before and after...and now that he is  leaving...all of the kids who are still in band are going to have a really hard time adapting to the new person. The separation is not between Band and Bingo...it is really between Bingo and I. Perhaps it is better that way. I really don't know. Hopefully the future brings great things for the students and the band program at AGHS. I want to see us succeed...and I want to see us happy...we can do it if we work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo and Bob both had bands. Bingo thought Bob's band was not a bit better because of the baby booming bass boppers, but Bob boasted that Bob's band beat both bassoon breathers by blowing bold bass breaths between the baritones. Bingo and Bob both had better bands because Bingo had blackish brown Bassoons and Bob had big brass Baritones and both Bob and Bingo and Bingo and Bob were brothers because of their big brass bands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-5557355453568615202?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5557355453568615202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/separation-of-band-and-bingo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/5557355453568615202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/5557355453568615202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/separation-of-band-and-bingo.html' title='Separation of Band and Bingo?'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-2440786227375886871</id><published>2009-05-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:14:44.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I have learned...</title><content type='html'>Throughout my life I have learned many...many...many things. Some of them...I am going to post here for you to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was little...I learned the basic things like how to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ride a bike&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tie my shoe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spell my name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;speak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make believe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;give hugs and kisses (baby kisses of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be a friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;run/walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hop on logs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pray &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As I was beginning to hone all of these abilities I learned how to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write poetry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Race Bicycles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get emotional over books and movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing to/with others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play the piano/trombone/other instruments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the scriptures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray more fervently&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand difficult concepts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spell more complex words&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gain a larger vocabulary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be an individual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During my Four Years of Middle School I learned that:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not everyone who talks to you is your friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;True friends don't have expectations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teachers are the largest encouragement in a child's life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can do anything that I put my mind to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People can sometimes be jerks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You should choose your friends wisely&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things will happen that are unexpected and you should try and make the best of them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes it is better to tell someone if something is going on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You shouldn't follow what your friends do...even if you think you trust them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes all you need is one person to believe that you can do it...and you can!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talents are made to be shared&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you come to a cross roads try not to give up everything you love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my four years of seminary I learned so much. Somethings I already knew, but everything that was taught in those classes has helped me greatly. The things that I already knew became more clear to me, and my understanding of things deepened greatly...here are a few things that I either learned or gained clearer insight about:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have a Heavenly Father who knows us and loves us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Book of Mormon is the true word of God. It contains the fulness of the gospel. It is a record of the people on the American continent whom Christ spoke of in John 10:16 (Other sheep I have which are not of this fold them also I must bring and they shall hear my voice and there shall be one fold and one shepard.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christ appeared to the people on the American continent...he loved them...just like he loved the Jews. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wickedness never was happiness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything stems from loving one another. Refer to the 10 commandments. If you love one another and love Heavenly Father and Christ...which of the commandments will you break? (Answer...probably none of them)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a church on this earth that follows the same organization that existed in Christ's time. (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) (See Ephesians 4:11-14)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heavenly Father wants us to return to live with him again. He sent his son to make the ultimate atoning sacrifice on our behalf so that we can repent and ultimately become perfect &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realized that in Gethsemane...when Christ suffered...He had never sinned. He had never lost the spirit. For us...not having the spirit sometimes when we sin or do something bad may not be that bad...but for him...for someone who had ALWAYS had the spirit...losing that spirit would have definately been very agonizing. One of the worst feelings is knowing that everything has gone wrong and you cannot feel the spirit. (for those of you who do not understand....just think of it as someone who has been wrapped in a blanket their entire life....and everyone else uses their blanket only at night and in the day they are used to being without it...but for that individual...that blanket is the one thing that was constant. The one thing that would never change....and one day...the blanket is gone. The spirit...to me is like a blanket...it comforts you. When I am in the midst of hard times, having the spirit with me is the one thing that gets me through. It reminds me that I have a loving Father in Heaven who is always watching out for me. For Christ to lose that spirit...that reassurance that everything would be alright...that would have had to be a terrible feeling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are several things that I believe in...that most people don't. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know...through humble prayer and earnest seeking that Heavenly Father loves me. I know that Christ lives. I know that we have a Prophet on the Earth who leads and guides the church. I know that Heavenly Father is the same Yesterday, today, and forever...and he will provide for his children...ALWAYS. I know that the Book of Mormon is true. I know it with all of my heart. I know that Heavenly Father hears and answers prayers. I have had so many prayers answered. I know that we can receive answers to our prayers in many ways. I know that the priesthood as been restored to the earth today, the same priesthood that was held by Peter, James, John the beloved, John The baptist, and so many others even before them. I know that we can live with Heavenly Father again. I know that he loves all of us. I know that Families can be together forever. I have come to know these things for myself...and you can know them too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes it is hard to be humble, but all we are asked to give is a broken heart and a contrite spirit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being meek means to be teachable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are so many other things that I learned...and if you want to know more...just ask.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During my four years in High School I learned that you should:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stick with the things that you love...and don't give them up because of someone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask questions during classes...you learn a lot more that way!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never underestimate the power of prayer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that your teachers are humans and they have feelings just like you do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to study.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try and find friends who respect your values.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep in mind that when you make someone cupcakes one year...they will expect them for the rest of your high school stay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also keep in mind that when you pick a guy's nose ONE time...he never lets you forget it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be nice to the teachers if you want to be labeled teacher's pet...which I didn't mind. (I actually think I rigged the votes for the senior superlatives...whoops.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not do anything that will hurt you in the long run. It is hard to consider your future...but keep trying to live your NOW the right way so you can enjoy your THEN a little more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember that there are way too many things to learn to keep sleeping in your classes. Wake up and try to pick up on something new. School is an exciting place!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are only a FEWWW of the things that I have learned. I will probably post more later. Until Then...Thanks for reading...or not reading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-2440786227375886871?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/2440786227375886871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-i-have-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/2440786227375886871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/2440786227375886871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-i-have-learned.html' title='Things that I have learned...'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-8111891193141755701</id><published>2009-05-19T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:22:30.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FTA'/><title type='text'>Pie the Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/ShNi1qcfxPI/AAAAAAAAACk/SqyfSjpbRBM/s1600-h/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337718657430570226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/ShNi1qcfxPI/AAAAAAAAACk/SqyfSjpbRBM/s320/222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, May 18th, 2009 was the AGHS Future Teachers of America annual Pie the Teachers day! It was quite exciting! We had several contestants for each lunch and the top two pie'd each other. It is always a great experience. For the first lunch I rallied hard to get our principal, Mr Frazier, to win. I put probably a dollar a day in his jar. And by the end of the week he won! It was pretty great. He and Ms. Datz pie'd each other...and they creamed me too. I knew that they were going to, and I brought an extra change of clothes with me. I was anticipating at least a little cream...and when it all came down to it Ms. Datz got me first and then Mr. Frazier took a handful of cream and came up to me saying "I am really going to miss you next year" and he smeared it onto my face and into my hair and everywhere. It was pretty great. I tried to get him back, but he said "NO! NO! WE'RE EVEN, WE'RE EVEN!!" lol. I really like Mr. Frazier. He is such a good sport. I was so glad that he actually won. For everyone who is scared to try it, Mr Frazier will attest that it is not as bad as it seems. It is really rather enjoyable. And Ms. Datz will tell you that Cool Whip is the best conditioner that money can buy. hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr. Dufour and Coach Ross got pies in the second lunch. That was pretty great too. They threw the pies at the same time and Mr. Dufour creamed coach Ross, but Coach Ross' pie slipped and didn't hit Mr. Dufour. It sorta skimmed the side of his face, so we allowed Coach Ross to get a re-throw. It just wasn't right to have a good pie go to waste. I don't think Mr. Dufour liked it very much, but I thought it was pretty funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last lunch we had Ms. Tucker and Coach Moye. That was funny too. We counted it off for them 1-2-3....GO! and Coach Moye is about to get Ms. Tucker, but she backs away slightly scared. haha. Then we counted off again...1-2-3...SLAM! And they went at it. They made sure that every spot on the other's head was completely covered with cream. There was nothing left but white heads. haha. Ms. Tucker had the COOLEST haha or should I say COOL Whipest hair that I had ever seen! It was amazing. Her hair is kinda short and it spiked out in every direction...solid from the coolwhip. It was awesome. I told her that she should style her hair with cool whip all the time. It really was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three years ago I decided to initiate Pie the teachers into the FTA's Activities. We are now on our third year, and it is a great fundraiser for our club. We made a little over 70 dollars this year which is a tad higher than previous years.  I really enjoy being a part of Pie the teachers and I hope that someone will take over it and keep it going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I am going to make my little sister take over. I think I can talk her through everything. It will be a good experience for her...and for the rest of the school. Maybe I can get her to inspire the kids with her a little more than I did with the kids here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like I don't make a difference at all, but I live for the knowledge that I can make a difference in someones life, and I will keep trying. There are so many people out there. You can't expect the same results from all of them. I mean...look at me...I am one of VERY FEW students who actually loves school. I am making plans to stay in school for a LONNNNG time (That's what happens when you become a teacher). I want to make a difference...and the cool thing is...I know that I can! I know that I can help people. I know that I can change people's lives...and that is what I am aiming for. I don't want fame or fortune...I just want to be there for someone when they need it the most. There is a song from "Wicked" that says "Well I don't know if I've been changed for the better, but because I knew you...I have been changed for good!" That's what I am shooting for. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the neat experience of having someone tell me that I have really changed their life. It was probably the most rewarding experience that I have ever had. I almost cried. But that is a different story for a different day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-8111891193141755701?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8111891193141755701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/pie-teachers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/8111891193141755701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/8111891193141755701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/pie-teachers.html' title='Pie the Teachers'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/ShNi1qcfxPI/AAAAAAAAACk/SqyfSjpbRBM/s72-c/222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-5606868780660287247</id><published>2009-05-16T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:03:51.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Band Concert</title><content type='html'>Last summer, when I had to decide on my classes for this year, I had to decide between marching band and concert band so that I could take honors english IV (which was required to graduate). Concert band is by far my favorite band, but I decided to take marching band because I knew that even if I wasn't in concert band, I could still participate in the concerts and performances. I told this plan to Mr. Fonville, but I guess he had other plans. He informed us just before concert band season that he would not allow us to play. It pretty much sucks. On Thursday, I attended what would have been my last concert as a member of the Ayden Grifton High School band. I had asked Mr. Fonville if I could perform with them, but he said they didn't have anything that I could do. It all really hurt my feelings. Band is really important to me, and the fact that I couldn't perform with my band and someone who isn't even a member of our band anymore got to guest star really made me emotional. Everything I saw, the stage, the chairs, the instruments, the audience, the director, all of this made me really sad. I really could not even bear to look at anyone. I was back stage talking to Puppies and I just couldn't take it. I started crying. Every thing was really hard for me to manage. I couldn't believe that I couldn't play. I haven't picked up my trombone in a while...I think there is something almost depressing about it. I love performing...I love music...I just have to have opportunities. Mr. Fonville told me that one thing that helped build his love for music was people providing opportunities for him....that is one thing I miss. Why can't I have the opportunity to perform? So, needless to say...my last band concert...that I didn't get to perform in...was very depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-5606868780660287247?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/5606868780660287247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-band-concert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/5606868780660287247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/5606868780660287247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-band-concert.html' title='Last Band Concert'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-8509821781612464180</id><published>2009-05-14T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:58:35.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really emotional right now. I am sitting in in the audience of what would be my last concert. I wish I were playing with MY band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-8509821781612464180?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/8509821781612464180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-really-emotional-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/8509821781612464180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/8509821781612464180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-really-emotional-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-6959643341060212136</id><published>2009-05-10T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:16:19.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Our Kingdom By The Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SgdZYsrXqdI/AAAAAAAAACc/OL_rYyuOfF4/s1600-h/holding+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334330564488440274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SgdZYsrXqdI/AAAAAAAAACc/OL_rYyuOfF4/s400/holding+hands.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poetic piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;A picture therefore stands&lt;br /&gt;Of lovers by the water&lt;br /&gt;Who are tightly holding hands&lt;br /&gt;The young man gazes softly&lt;br /&gt;Into the woman's eyes&lt;br /&gt;And then he smiles sweetly&lt;br /&gt;To help her realize&lt;br /&gt;The love he tries to show her&lt;br /&gt;The love she cannot show&lt;br /&gt;Lies gently behind searching eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of one who longs to know&lt;br /&gt;While standing by the water&lt;br /&gt;The elements are sweet&lt;br /&gt;The water rolling over stones&lt;br /&gt;The wind propelling heat&lt;br /&gt;The couple standing side by side&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the ocean view&lt;br /&gt;Inside them flutters faithfully&lt;br /&gt;A feeling somewhat new&lt;br /&gt;An artist could not capture&lt;br /&gt;A more expressive scene&lt;br /&gt;Nor could a poet try to recount&lt;br /&gt;All that love can mean&lt;br /&gt;In learning from this picture&lt;br /&gt;The grandeur of love&lt;br /&gt;Comes softly in the little moments&lt;br /&gt;Sent from God above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodie Brooke Libby&lt;br /&gt;May 10, 2009 7:15 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-6959643341060212136?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/6959643341060212136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-our-kingdom-by-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/6959643341060212136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/6959643341060212136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-our-kingdom-by-sea.html' title='In Our Kingdom By The Sea'/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SgdZYsrXqdI/AAAAAAAAACc/OL_rYyuOfF4/s72-c/holding+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4167169920551177429.post-7773911804058468200</id><published>2009-05-10T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:24:08.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so glad that my life is filled with exciting experiences like trying to do 1000 things at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4167169920551177429-7773911804058468200?l=supermelodie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/feeds/7773911804058468200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-glad-that-my-life-is-filled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/7773911804058468200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4167169920551177429/posts/default/7773911804058468200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supermelodie.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-glad-that-my-life-is-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>Super Melodie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09133280132925009195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_noyCQfML7OA/SeNudvQvVOI/AAAAAAAAABw/T5uZtls0mqo/S220/521.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
