<?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-8614544972053760663</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:38:56.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rissa Joelle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marissa Joelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356234473247231643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0c_Au02Huw/TeqnnFzJljI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HfyU1N0o_1s/s220/Gals%2B009.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614544972053760663.post-1392360820415941389</id><published>2009-02-11T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:36:45.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have now turned 21 years old. Very cool day. My family rocked it up. My sister decorated the house with balloons and streamers. She also did this to my car. I now have a year's supply of confetti on my seats. My grandma took me out for lunch at the Olive Garden and got to blow out a candle on top of cheese cake. Mmmm good! My family went out to Brick Oven for dinner. I love that place. It's tradition to go every birthday. The night before my birthday, The Howdens took me to California Pizza kitchen and gave me the cutest bag for scriptures. All in all it was a great birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614544972053760663-1392360820415941389?l=rissajoelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1392360820415941389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614544972053760663&amp;postID=1392360820415941389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/1392360820415941389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/1392360820415941389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-now-turned-21-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa Joelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356234473247231643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0c_Au02Huw/TeqnnFzJljI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HfyU1N0o_1s/s220/Gals%2B009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614544972053760663.post-6569046239641618107</id><published>2008-11-21T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:45:05.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my family has lived in our new house for a 1.5 months. I am still living out of boxes. I know pathetic but, hey I'm gonna be moved in by Thanksgiving. Mostly because my dad threatens to put all my stuff out on the lawn if I don't. Our neighborhood is nice but there are lots of little kids who would go through it.  I'm still waiting to hear back from BYU on my appeal for admission. Cross your fingers and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614544972053760663-6569046239641618107?l=rissajoelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6569046239641618107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614544972053760663&amp;postID=6569046239641618107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/6569046239641618107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/6569046239641618107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-my-family-has-lived-in-our-new-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa Joelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356234473247231643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0c_Au02Huw/TeqnnFzJljI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HfyU1N0o_1s/s220/Gals%2B009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614544972053760663.post-4472882459949363494</id><published>2008-10-20T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:49:58.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so now that my family is all moved in, I am trying to decide how to decorate my new room. I'm thinking vintage black and white?? Or more modern?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614544972053760663-4472882459949363494?l=rissajoelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4472882459949363494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614544972053760663&amp;postID=4472882459949363494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/4472882459949363494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/4472882459949363494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-so-now-that-my-family-is-all-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa Joelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356234473247231643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0c_Au02Huw/TeqnnFzJljI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HfyU1N0o_1s/s220/Gals%2B009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614544972053760663.post-6471642869160555767</id><published>2008-10-09T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:40:04.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been lied to by those I thought were friends. All I know is that I am done with explaining and being miserable. I'm doing what I want to do. You can either accept or not. If not, then get out of my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614544972053760663-6471642869160555767?l=rissajoelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6471642869160555767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614544972053760663&amp;postID=6471642869160555767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/6471642869160555767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/6471642869160555767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-lied-to-by-those-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa Joelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356234473247231643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0c_Au02Huw/TeqnnFzJljI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HfyU1N0o_1s/s220/Gals%2B009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614544972053760663.post-9120973005046449490</id><published>2008-10-03T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T16:47:20.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel as though everyone around me is moving forward in life and leaving me in the dust.  I am really tired of the people saying that I made the "&lt;strong&gt;right decision&lt;/strong&gt;", when all I feel like doing is screaming that I was wrong. But people keep on saying it over and over again. I don't feel as though I made the right decision. Another one phrase that is getting old is the "&lt;strong&gt;i know how you feel&lt;/strong&gt;" phrase or the "&lt;strong&gt;its only a small moment in time&lt;/strong&gt;" phrase.  By the way, this small moment in time has been lasting for a really long time. So quit telling me that it won't last forever, because I have heard it before. There I'm done with my little rant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;Maturity doesn't come from age. Just because you are getting older does not mean you are mature. Maturity is measured in the way you respond to those around you. The way you treat them, whether bad or good. A person's actions tell you more about them than what they are saying. So how do you measure up when comparing what you say and do? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614544972053760663-9120973005046449490?l=rissajoelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9120973005046449490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614544972053760663&amp;postID=9120973005046449490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/9120973005046449490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/9120973005046449490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-as-though-everyone-around-me-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa Joelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356234473247231643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0c_Au02Huw/TeqnnFzJljI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HfyU1N0o_1s/s220/Gals%2B009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614544972053760663.post-5529889388803929441</id><published>2008-09-23T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:50:41.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes all you really need is for someone to say their sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614544972053760663-5529889388803929441?l=rissajoelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5529889388803929441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614544972053760663&amp;postID=5529889388803929441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/5529889388803929441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/5529889388803929441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-all-you-really-need-is-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa Joelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356234473247231643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0c_Au02Huw/TeqnnFzJljI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HfyU1N0o_1s/s220/Gals%2B009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614544972053760663.post-1709909824742736892</id><published>2008-09-12T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:55:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The expression "fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me" is simple and plain but is quite true. I believed what a person told me. I should have known better because this same person has previously done this. Its my own fault for believing it but you move on, right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8614544972053760663-1709909824742736892?l=rissajoelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1709909824742736892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8614544972053760663&amp;postID=1709909824742736892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/1709909824742736892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8614544972053760663/posts/default/1709909824742736892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rissajoelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/expression-fool-me-once-shame-on-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Marissa Joelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03356234473247231643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j0c_Au02Huw/TeqnnFzJljI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HfyU1N0o_1s/s220/Gals%2B009.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
