<?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-456818654754204333</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:19:06.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456818654754204333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Selttiks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389199890837975318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456818654754204333.post-8133305755793892198</id><published>2011-01-28T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T21:53:01.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside- Something I love to do</title><content type='html'>I love many things but there is one thing I particularly love doing.. Iceskating. Yeah, I know it's weird for someone as lazy, clumsy and physically challenged as me to be graceful on ice, but it's true and I hate admitting it something i'm good at to people because I want to go on a rampage of my story. Oh and of course i'll tell you the story, so when I was about 7 or 8 mom signed me up for iceskating and I was pretty stoked, after the basic lessons the teachers said I was pretty good and a fast learner, well yada, yada, yada I have to quit iceskating before competition level because we couldn't afford it and boom no more iceskating. Well i've gone back to the icerink of course within the time period that I stopped but every time I go I always fall in love with it again, and the longer or more I come back the more I remember from my lessons all those years back. I hate telling people i'm good at iceskating because of course I feel like i'm bragging and I if we go to an icerink to do something for fun I feel like I show off or try to act cool. Maybe i'm over reacting but there is one thing I hate more then feeling like i'm bragging and that would be the girls in the V.I.P middle acting "cool" and "practicing" tricks, some are legitimately trying to practice but 8 out of 10 I know are showing off. One thing I do to tell if they are showing off or not is when I go to the middle and try to spin or just some old trick I remember and they go right in front of me to do it better or something they think is cool. Let me tell you this one girl and her little sister were in the middle *nothing says that the middle is restricted for good skaters only* anyway I go to the middle and try to spin and of course staying in my little area of the circle and she comes over skating backwards in the big circle cutting in my area so where I could hit her if I wasn't paying attention, I don't know if I was supposed to be impressed with her but I was definitely able to hear the air sucking into her head as it swelled. I am no longer an iceskater but at least I know you can be pleasant when you practice, but when friends came over to skate with me she all the sudden comes over when were in a group to say "Hey I just got yelled at for almost running you guys over so can you get out of the circle?" Excuse me? Was this not public skate? I was ready to b*tch slap her across the icerink, but instead I put on my happy face and sucked it up to move. Why the heck would we move if she was the one who got yelled at? Well it's called being a b*tch, if you translate what she said heres what it would have sounded like "Because my mom and dad by me pro skating stuff I can skate and you can't so I need this area to show off to people who come here to skate." Sorry but nobody watches you when your in the middle, its a myth of the icerink, more then 89% of the people there came with somebody since it was friday night. Okay so am I overreacting or was this something to get upset about? and no I didn't hit her across the country I kept my mouth shut but &amp;nbsp;kept a distance just incase....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Selttiks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456818654754204333-8133305755793892198?l=selttiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/feeds/8133305755793892198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/2011/01/upside-something-i-love-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456818654754204333/posts/default/8133305755793892198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456818654754204333/posts/default/8133305755793892198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/2011/01/upside-something-i-love-to-do.html' title='Upside- Something I love to do'/><author><name>Selttiks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389199890837975318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456818654754204333.post-3761555377834597975</id><published>2011-01-25T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:12:54.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upside- Being sick?</title><content type='html'>Okay so everyone gets sick right? Well right now of course i'm sick, and it always reminds me of how much I HATE being sick but personally I don't know of anyone who doesn't. What's the upside of being sick? Well some people would say the greatest part of being sick is getting better and appreciating your health. Me on the other hand says the best part about being sick is all the sleep, yet I do have to add that some of the happiness is canceled when you wake up with a gallon of dried mucus on your tongue from sleeping with your mouth open. I sing hallelujah when I can go a night sleeping with my mouth closed during a cold. Now I don't know if it's just me who can get the greatest sleep when a cold comes,&amp;nbsp;but if they could put that sleep in a pill minus the cold symptoms I would totally buy it. I'm still trying to figure it out of why I get great sleep, I'm not sure if it's the meds or maybe just me being exhausted from coughing my brains out. Well moving on, I hope to anyone who has a funny feeling in the back their throat that you don't get sick and if you do then I hope you can make the best of it. Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Selttiks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456818654754204333-3761555377834597975?l=selttiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/feeds/3761555377834597975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/2011/01/upside-being-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456818654754204333/posts/default/3761555377834597975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456818654754204333/posts/default/3761555377834597975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/2011/01/upside-being-sick.html' title='Upside- Being sick?'/><author><name>Selttiks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389199890837975318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-456818654754204333.post-4888808335859667004</id><published>2011-01-25T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:53:40.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this blog about?</title><content type='html'>First off, i'm somewhat surprised your even reading this, little blogs like these are normally shoved in some small dark corner where it's valuable for even your friends to find, anyway moving on..&lt;br /&gt;the blog well..it's exactly what it's titled, I decided to call it the "Upside" to remind myself and write about good things that come out of bad situations or just random things that happen. I hope I don't give up on this little blog and that I don't forget of why I made it. Please excuse me that this will be a bit of a short and somewhat unclear explanation of what this blog is but i've been on dayquil for the past 4 days and it makes me loopy and I also am craving some cinnamon apples so i'm going to go makes some. So enjoy the coming stories and be forgiving if I don't have amazing ones! &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;-&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Selttiks&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/456818654754204333-4888808335859667004?l=selttiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/feeds/4888808335859667004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-this-blog-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456818654754204333/posts/default/4888808335859667004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/456818654754204333/posts/default/4888808335859667004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selttiks.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-this-blog-about.html' title='What is this blog about?'/><author><name>Selttiks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08389199890837975318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
