tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59312859194917696222024-02-18T23:17:50.236-08:00bit-o-honeySoren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-84708868108840531112012-01-15T11:34:00.000-08:002012-01-15T11:34:17.249-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Moved to Tumblr.<br />
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Wait for it...</div>
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Ugh where the hell was I during this?<br />
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I wish that everyone had the courage to realize that they deserve to be free and live their life for them, and no one else.<br />
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You guys are awesome. I love you.<br />
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It especially sucks when it's something not just like the idea of your achilles tendon being severed, or the fact that you can't find that 20 dollar bill; but something momentous. Something that screws with your most sensitive, precious heart strings. Something that makes your happiness take such a massive nosedive. A deepest cut that still, months later, makes you want to throw up and poop your pants. <br />
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Rawr. K, bye. Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-86037769000660645652011-09-19T00:52:00.000-07:002011-09-19T00:52:20.642-07:00Fate?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">How do you know if change is the best thing, when you're happy with what you have?<br />
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The only way to find out is by making the change.<br />
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Because if you don't, you'll always be stuck with the question of what taking that chance could have meant.<br />
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And it isn't scary, because to wherever you've been, you can always return.<br />
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If true love really is true love, then it will be there; ready and waiting, when you finally realize it.</div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-36186052894549855022011-09-15T23:02:00.000-07:002011-09-15T23:02:08.716-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-2997694547674575102011-08-07T01:35:00.000-07:002011-08-07T01:35:56.553-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Gavin, Noah and Bayley. They are my best friends and I love them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnqIO5PeVez61POzGfw_4sfQDCRXuRbprf2V4zBXfZPi5Rpyi5e0VnSo5ZXCFYCAKOrXpz8SaC0fHGRmCk6BGq-lDyaE3x20ACaO5-qlovJtJZc-0wupKaVsXK7U9N6KYMhky8qkOuItP/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnqIO5PeVez61POzGfw_4sfQDCRXuRbprf2V4zBXfZPi5Rpyi5e0VnSo5ZXCFYCAKOrXpz8SaC0fHGRmCk6BGq-lDyaE3x20ACaO5-qlovJtJZc-0wupKaVsXK7U9N6KYMhky8qkOuItP/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /></a></div></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-82169831023625352522011-07-29T00:41:00.000-07:002011-07-29T00:42:52.561-07:00Katy F'n Perry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_nzY9G9CplpM1TkX_q55AMolfhkdHln6O4wdh3YOYrHveiTaixnT6mrjyJUy_pt4ZfUTD4YhD656qRMnQYsU6TuziAnN71iCitPWGVutWLrnEWeU_scmq4AlSzs9VWMvY2Rcf1-1sugu/s1600/p1030626+%25281%2529_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_nzY9G9CplpM1TkX_q55AMolfhkdHln6O4wdh3YOYrHveiTaixnT6mrjyJUy_pt4ZfUTD4YhD656qRMnQYsU6TuziAnN71iCitPWGVutWLrnEWeU_scmq4AlSzs9VWMvY2Rcf1-1sugu/s400/p1030626+%25281%2529_2.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, it happened. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So basically, I can die happy.</span><br />
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So now is the time to change that.<br />
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Maybe tomorrow actually.<br />
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I did put some up on my walls though.<br />
Seeing old art is what inspires me the most, because I realize that I can do better. That and anything Native American or psychedelic.<br />
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My favorite colors are seafoam green and mustard yellow. Two of my favorites I should say.Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-69200207318980573542011-06-15T01:21:00.000-07:002011-06-15T01:21:32.380-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmGKcCSBCAY3Nc9MkcYc-hnQ1sdcNcktTQ6w897lZX9ZLd0INu5uW5idqBU-Ze-wfnima1oCArJUMW0jE_UeC_aF_MTURzg0ZQ4195DPbap_3IqES9exqVBvWle_YNDbqPkOqMTH_w7vJ/s1600/The-Holstee-Manifesto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmGKcCSBCAY3Nc9MkcYc-hnQ1sdcNcktTQ6w897lZX9ZLd0INu5uW5idqBU-Ze-wfnima1oCArJUMW0jE_UeC_aF_MTURzg0ZQ4195DPbap_3IqES9exqVBvWle_YNDbqPkOqMTH_w7vJ/s400/The-Holstee-Manifesto.jpg" width="297" /></a></div></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-13801116897648439952011-06-06T01:28:00.001-07:002011-06-06T01:29:10.667-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtNasb7OUZZfhs2KN9ILa5Bl_kbzhOSUsBaBtWM4BGPbU8aVI9xchDWSNag4DeJXuDcP2yIg5ZihQfW2eVb7zf-IEIxfM9470MA5SMN_H21COvZ9F6bqmc9o4KI355Y_4tJV40dA2vpfC_/s1600/Soren_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtNasb7OUZZfhs2KN9ILa5Bl_kbzhOSUsBaBtWM4BGPbU8aVI9xchDWSNag4DeJXuDcP2yIg5ZihQfW2eVb7zf-IEIxfM9470MA5SMN_H21COvZ9F6bqmc9o4KI355Y_4tJV40dA2vpfC_/s400/Soren_2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-28645417842025467642011-06-05T09:57:00.000-07:002011-06-05T10:03:40.624-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7Qq9PiL6Ffg" width="475"></iframe><br />
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See if you can spot me.</div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-46099568252008298102011-05-15T21:59:00.000-07:002011-05-24T17:50:52.276-07:00Out of hiding.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As a kid I played with Barbies. My favorite artists were Destiny’s Child, Britney Spears, and Jennifer Lopez. The vast majority of my friends were girls. I hated all sports. </span><br />
<div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">So what right?</span></span></div><div class="p2" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="s1" style="letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Once I started not being a kid anymore, and things started happening in my body, I started to have thoughts that I never had before, like every kid does at this age, except mine were different from all of the boys I knew. I ignored these thoughts that would go through my head, again and again throughout the day. Things would come into my brain and I would have to concentrate so hard to force them out. I hated myself for appreciating male beauty just as much as female. I wondered why I could never feel any attraction towards girls, no matter how hard I tried. This continued on for years. By 15, I still felt faulty; like there was something wrong with me. I wasn’t ready to face it yet.</span></span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">That summer I moved to New York City, and I was suddenly surrounded by some of the most liberal people in the world. The things that I had always grown up telling myself were wrong, suddenly seemed very normal, and natural. In a new place where acceptance was passed around so freely, I was finally comfortable to truly explore my feelings. In a society that would not look down on me for being myself, no matter what that meant, I felt truly free for the first time in my life. I had finally accepted myself, and stopped pushing my true feelings away. It was an amazing feeling, like finally waking up, and realizing you could actually be happy being your true self. </span></span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">I was still young though, and I wanted to have fun and live life. I was facing some difficulties and going through some depression. I was experimenting with all of these new ways of thinking, which I needed, in order to be able to grow and get to know myself. I was free, but not really happy, or satisfied. </span></span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="letter-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Eventually I was able to get away from the different things that were bringing me down; school, people, negative influences. And with a clear brain I realized exactly what I wanted in my life. I found the answer to all of my years of self-hate; to all of the emptiness that I had felt. I realized that at such a young age, I had fallen in love. And surprise... it was a boy.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">I didn't make a choice to be gay, no one can pick and choose who their heart will love. But I am making the choice to accept what I have felt since I was born. I didn't live my whole life encouraging this fact about myself to come about; just the opposite, I fought it. All that I am doing now is having the courage to accept it, and no longer live my life as a lie.</span></div></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-47618785543020957602011-05-10T14:53:00.000-07:002011-05-23T16:38:08.091-07:00Last Summer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnVdAgbC4yt5Dr9H6JJTmM5evLSyZA5O9VAlnaxsqhNh1U0-FhldOZ6iXOYvJL4T_AZria5UXyGCngJTJmU0OTO2Sso_I8gKqBd_afHa7BtChFyXM3o23cSnm7SfKou5PB0KAyrUAZ4J6/s1600/IMG_1084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhnVdAgbC4yt5Dr9H6JJTmM5evLSyZA5O9VAlnaxsqhNh1U0-FhldOZ6iXOYvJL4T_AZria5UXyGCngJTJmU0OTO2Sso_I8gKqBd_afHa7BtChFyXM3o23cSnm7SfKou5PB0KAyrUAZ4J6/s320/IMG_1084.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyBXDjfibsT1-MO-U8Vu9dSLJRQGCgEw1SSIklRuHi4_VcqyqbIb6erhpBivujzbRnEb_YbIcrj0Crpy1XvFhKUTakudDGoY_o_EuO2k6vomfppMzc1dxnFWzsAh2LJb_KKK3sV1R4dE7/s1600/IMG_2073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyBXDjfibsT1-MO-U8Vu9dSLJRQGCgEw1SSIklRuHi4_VcqyqbIb6erhpBivujzbRnEb_YbIcrj0Crpy1XvFhKUTakudDGoY_o_EuO2k6vomfppMzc1dxnFWzsAh2LJb_KKK3sV1R4dE7/s320/IMG_2073.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUF0qG1xitfze6rHayeSLvdwsbbh-j-0lDDEaDlQkwzy4_k96FBGDio0302_haNYNzU2pO93N0wmZWXjUyfraHYBK7AkI8A2BPda-sAPLDxquzjT4o_j9u4PhpJpBtBUhTp7mhpIoywuZb/s1600/IMG_3096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUF0qG1xitfze6rHayeSLvdwsbbh-j-0lDDEaDlQkwzy4_k96FBGDio0302_haNYNzU2pO93N0wmZWXjUyfraHYBK7AkI8A2BPda-sAPLDxquzjT4o_j9u4PhpJpBtBUhTp7mhpIoywuZb/s320/IMG_3096.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6z5hKUA_9CWNfM-10RppvNdnRCzbAkSEPTqnh15Y9U5RTSb8HcB_KWL2edHa2PEWMSbQ3HFs5m4DeGUnBoEtTae1PT9Y3_PWDUkIBc2kTKQpBdzyDimUtMp9h5brwCyaU1atoV2S1csu/s1600/IMG_3534_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6z5hKUA_9CWNfM-10RppvNdnRCzbAkSEPTqnh15Y9U5RTSb8HcB_KWL2edHa2PEWMSbQ3HFs5m4DeGUnBoEtTae1PT9Y3_PWDUkIBc2kTKQpBdzyDimUtMp9h5brwCyaU1atoV2S1csu/s320/IMG_3534_2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCy10ZlIwBNkB0DWsinIKHrEUTjW5fH1Xf_9gf4BpKbNFKSA1InoHPiVYy5sJR19HdsBTSlQOZBg__PuL6sqfyuSOkD97MsgZ_mzkEh58drCb0n9VQugyPXHcUaQstzzS6k_G8PnzkMV4/s1600/DSC_0529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCy10ZlIwBNkB0DWsinIKHrEUTjW5fH1Xf_9gf4BpKbNFKSA1InoHPiVYy5sJR19HdsBTSlQOZBg__PuL6sqfyuSOkD97MsgZ_mzkEh58drCb0n9VQugyPXHcUaQstzzS6k_G8PnzkMV4/s320/DSC_0529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I traveled to some amazing places, met some amazing people, and learned some valuable things. But home was where my heart was.</div></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-53477703732920413252011-05-07T16:20:00.000-07:002011-05-07T16:21:27.958-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”</span></span><br />
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I know that by posting things on this blog I'm just putting them out there into cyber space, for anyone to find and read. Not that I want the world to know every detail that's going on in my life, but I do it because it gets my thoughts out there. I have so many things that go on in my brain, and I don't often have anyone to share these thoughts with. So, I guess the purpose of me posting on this blog is to talk to that person that doesn't exist. To get my thoughts out there, so that I can see them, in front of me. Maybe I hope that by sharing my thoughts, someone might read them, and get to know me a little bit better, and want to be that person that I can talk to. Maybe.<br />
I sometimes wonder what is too personal to put on here, which thoughts I may regret sharing, if sharing something could jeopardize someone else in some way.<br />
I want to live my life, though, as an open book. If I don't have anything to be ashamed of, why not?<br />
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I feel very alone now. I don't think I've ever felt such a lonely feeling, other than when I was little and would get that home-sick panic for a while, until I was calmed down. But what's different about this, is that I don't have anything to calm me down. I think of the things that I could do to distract me, I really do consider them, but when it comes down to it, I can't bring myself to do anything. I don't want to face people in a state of depression, and have them question what's going on with me. I would, though, if someone asked me to. I would appreciate it more than they would probably know.<br />
When I try to distract myself, it makes me feel like I am moving on, like I am abandoning the cause, like I'm a traitor. But then there I sit, trapped inside my brain, turning things over and over and over again, wishing I could have done things differently, wishing I would have snapped out of it earlier.<br />
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At the end of the day there is only one person I want to see. Without this one person in my life, it feels like I cannot feel real happiness. I never thought I would depend on someone in that way, but it's true.</div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-18467843939521833392011-04-23T19:41:00.000-07:002011-04-23T19:41:13.475-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.theselby.com/">www.theselby.com</a></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-87428031506501891722011-04-21T00:03:00.000-07:002011-04-21T14:47:26.770-07:00Possible Minor Insomnia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes I can't sleep because my brain won't stop thinking about things. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tonight I'm thinking about how home is so stressful. Even though it could be a lot more stressful I feel like, I'm still super stressed out. By little things. And big things like school. I don't like to let myself be stressed out but it's happening anyway. I want to finish school with an almost perfect report card for the first time ever. And even though that is relatively easy here, it's still stressing me out.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">People are also stressing me out. I want that to stop most of all.</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">I'm also thinking about this time a while ago when I saw my Grandpa Jensen and he looked at me and told me about when he was young in the 1940's, and girls would buy denim as tight as they could, and then sit in the bathtub to shrink it even more. He said that I remind him of this every time he sees me.</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">I'm glad they're able to put some of that elastic stuff in them jeans nowadays.</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Oh I went to California last week for spring break and it was just about the best thing that could happen to me at that time. Except it has a lot to do with the stress previously mentioned because it made it so I never want to work again. Anyway it was good because I got to sleep as much as I wanted, and I never get to do that. If you've ever been to a zoo and went to the reptile house and have smelled that smell, you understand my pain when I say that I had to sleep in a bedroom with a snake a few feet away from my bed. The poor thing has probably had its cage cleaned twice in its whole life. There was poop smeared all over the sides and multiple poops laying around. I never really saw him because he's so depressed about the poop everywhere that he hides under his faux-rock at all times of the day. Also his name is Precious.</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">I went to Disneyland for the first time since this photo:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76a4ZIssT255fJd62SUmDSwvZ3YJw4EFosUsNnnZbC1NpWguU280cPtpPwB73eFpZD5EiiPU-NzRwiSif8BKdLwyFUiXVGWOekwjELebl56VWGVt6-uJyqOJO6RiYe5Aksv51Sm4BXVNI/s1600/170182_10150358813245183_785180182_16315348_6983240_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh76a4ZIssT255fJd62SUmDSwvZ3YJw4EFosUsNnnZbC1NpWguU280cPtpPwB73eFpZD5EiiPU-NzRwiSif8BKdLwyFUiXVGWOekwjELebl56VWGVt6-uJyqOJO6RiYe5Aksv51Sm4BXVNI/s320/170182_10150358813245183_785180182_16315348_6983240_o.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">And yeah it was fun. Real fun actually.</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrw8BFqHxUGSR4q85GTEc4K1l8K0APFRN2qfCb54t9JSoBxVfW_zxGQhwjgryigqFJvuicAmXB4d5AQ-qSR8k_I6NaP78rI83af0FEXQTvsEWsEaV4s7M7e7wZMS-E6ezxD__e4cevou3/s1600/DSCN0408.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrw8BFqHxUGSR4q85GTEc4K1l8K0APFRN2qfCb54t9JSoBxVfW_zxGQhwjgryigqFJvuicAmXB4d5AQ-qSR8k_I6NaP78rI83af0FEXQTvsEWsEaV4s7M7e7wZMS-E6ezxD__e4cevou3/s320/DSCN0408.JPG" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was glad that they had the Vaud flag UNLIKE the motel in Midway.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_moMC7MrRlPmy12o0psBYSWoP3TWgvcR1DGAEbB81FBCj6IGtpIcQaHTJTQEsW04GCtXpI8s8FInFMBfOTkkyaEAW7_Klj7gHBB6p-cXTlpudD-P0TOtYMqRlSOPdd_c5MRefGm8Jtpt/s1600/DSCN0399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR_moMC7MrRlPmy12o0psBYSWoP3TWgvcR1DGAEbB81FBCj6IGtpIcQaHTJTQEsW04GCtXpI8s8FInFMBfOTkkyaEAW7_Klj7gHBB6p-cXTlpudD-P0TOtYMqRlSOPdd_c5MRefGm8Jtpt/s320/DSCN0399.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We also found these lovely portraits</span></div></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-65415348476351632772011-04-13T23:57:00.000-07:002011-04-13T23:58:27.168-07:00Wisdom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Honor the sacred.</span><br />
<div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Honor the Earth, our Mother.</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Honor the Elders.</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Honor all with whom we share the Earth:-</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Four-leggeds, two-leggeds, winged ones,</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Swimmers, crawlers, plant and rock people.</span></div><div class="p1" style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">Walk in balance and beauty.</span></div></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-36628144721919787272011-04-06T18:58:00.000-07:002011-04-07T09:43:21.063-07:00Two Covers.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GTx2dMJ-DSg" title="YouTube video player" width="425"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="283" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YSow6ePFxbw" title="YouTube video player" width="450"></iframe></div></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-16118372977730243952011-04-05T21:12:00.000-07:002011-04-05T21:12:19.338-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Go ahead and check out <a href="http://www.zefrank.com/scribbler/scribblertoo/">this</a> and <a href="http://lab.andre-michelle.com/tonematrix">this</a> </div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5931285919491769622.post-5058736727666216142011-04-04T19:33:00.001-07:002011-04-04T19:33:43.254-07:00Still love this<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="294" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JeTzsy2IrRM" title="YouTube video player" width="470"></iframe></div>Soren Jensenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11028058174574895437noreply@blogger.com0