<?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-965019615000024696</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:50:02.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK GIRL: America's Favorite Pasttime</title><subtitle type='html'>Kelsey.
Eighteen.
I want to see the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseyedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965019615000024696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseyedwards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K. Edwards</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09202725440469408383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ma4z3FywqpM/SMtUMMGyHLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/I_avxvTOUxg/S220/Picture+2117.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965019615000024696.post-1640475415747058392</id><published>2008-08-17T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:05:04.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Preach You Sob Story</title><content type='html'>I'm Kelsey. And the only reason i know that much is because it's on my birth certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of sad that the only sole fact we all know in our lives is thanks to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too dramatic sometimes, then again I probably have the right to be. I can't always measure things fairly and even though I try to be levelheaded about things, no one really knows. I'm black. Give me the whole "You-talk-like-a-white-girl/act-like-a-white-girl" shit if you want, but I don't care. I got over trying to please people with my cultural knowledge a long time ago. News flash: NO ONE'S only one or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh a lot. I smile a lot. I cry when I get angry, which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; as hell. I'm really goofy, really loud, really stubborn and really headstrong. Underneath that all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just a girl who  still, even after 18 years of life, doesn't know WHO she is. i get mood swings and I always think they'll never end, but they do. I feel the happiness come back and I wonder when it'll fade again. For someone as silly as I am I sure do have a bad habit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;over thinking&lt;/span&gt; the little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not profoundly wise or originally gifted. I don't think blogging is super sexy. Honestly, forgive me, but I don't know why i made one of these. probably because in a way, I do want to spread how I think, what i feel. i want to change the world. but doesn't everybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't do it all alone, which is a bad habit of mine; always thinking I have to do something on my own. But now...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made this because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; starting a completely new chapter of my life in a few days. And what i really want is to be able to let go of the past, even though my future's just as scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up...I don't know. You tell me when you figure it out, because I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love this spellcheck thing! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965019615000024696-1640475415747058392?l=kelseyedwards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseyedwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1640475415747058392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=965019615000024696&amp;postID=1640475415747058392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965019615000024696/posts/default/1640475415747058392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965019615000024696/posts/default/1640475415747058392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseyedwards.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-preach-you-sob-story.html' title='Don&apos;t Preach You Sob Story'/><author><name>K. 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