<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post957418482542090145..comments</id><updated>2008-05-11T08:40:29.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius: My Script - excercise 1</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/feeds/957418482542090145/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html'/><author><name>Scooter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900479914673442450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-4340884808729498702</id><published>2008-05-11T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T08:40:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>umm thanks..but i've met his parents..</title><content type='html'>umm thanks..but i've met his parents..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/4340884808729498702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/4340884808729498702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1210520400000#c4340884808729498702' title=''/><author><name>Scooter McLisle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900479914673442450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05507538891243367181'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-7219672493466745038</id><published>2007-11-29T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T03:31:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry so much about guys...You'll meet one s...</title><content type='html'>Don't worry so much about guys...You'll meet one soon, and all this stuff will go far-far away from you. Believe me soon you'll need some advice like what to do while &lt;A HREF="http://allwomenstalk.com/meeting-your-boyfriends-parents-10-practical-tips/" REL="nofollow"&gt;meeting his parents&lt;/A&gt;, cause they are even more unusual then yours...Good luck!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/7219672493466745038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/7219672493466745038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1196335860000#c7219672493466745038' title=''/><author><name>Valery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12405298981801420560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-169134983702027445</id><published>2007-10-21T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:29:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I also wandered over from Girls Gone Mild.  Scoote...</title><content type='html'>I also wandered over from Girls Gone Mild.  Scooter, you are wise beyond what the culture expects of a person your age.  But that ought not to be so surprising; though I wasn't anywhere near so mature at your age, there was a time when people your age were thought of as adults and behaved accordingly.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;"It seems to me that the second a guy unzips his pants, it isn't about you and him being together anymore. It's about him getting what he wants; using you to obtain pleasure. All thoughts of true love are dismissed as silly and us girls pretend we don't care that all he wants is a hole to jerk off in. Sexual things make me feel worthless."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;This shows you see some of the grave problems with the culture you're immersed in, though the best way to deal with those problems have been hidden from you.  These feelings are an actual insight into what's happening.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When will sex feel good?  When it affirms the man in question's desire to give himself fully to you in making a life, making a family, and making children -- that is, as the fulfillment of marriage.  Though I've heard from too many women who use contraception and &lt;I&gt;still&lt;/I&gt; feel exactly as you do.  They often do not recognize that it's the result of holding a part of themselves back from their husbands.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/169134983702027445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/169134983702027445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1192951740000#c169134983702027445' title=''/><author><name>Arkanabar T'verrick Ilarsadin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00098504849466846551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-7472907886776352828</id><published>2007-09-28T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:10:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, it hurts to read your post.There are plenty of...</title><content type='html'>Oh, it hurts to read your post.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;There are plenty of good men out there and it is possible to find someone who cares about you as a person and not just about having sex.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;But there's no hurry.  Be picky.  Be choosy.  Dump guys who treat you disrespectfully.  Don't waste time with anyone (male or female) who treats you badly.  Spend your time with friends who you actually enjoy being with.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It's really hard, because we all want to be loved and fear that if we let this one go maybe no one else will ever like us.  But they will.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/7472907886776352828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/7472907886776352828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1191013800000#c7472907886776352828' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04320156315044580772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-1493795290629614383</id><published>2007-09-25T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T06:45:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As a mother of a 14 year old daughter, I am experi...</title><content type='html'>As a mother of a 14 year old daughter, I am experiencing the new pop culture of "hooking up".  I am thankful that I have an ongoing conversation about this topic with my daughter, who just started freshman year this fall at a highschool with 3000 students.  She is very stubborn and bent on "experimenting", and I believe my husband and I are finally getting her to understand this will detract from her ultimate happiness.  Honestly, I told her after a couple of incidents with boys(one kissed her, the other held hands with her), that these incidental occurrences can escalate, and that she needs to be honest and open with me, and I necessarily need to meet all of her friends and that she is only allowed to go on group activities and not wander off.  My husband got wind of this situation from a neighbor and had a harsh conversation with her.  She feels he has labeled her as a "slut".  Unfortunately, her father does not know how to approach his own daughter, and I have to intervene to control the damage.  Truth be told she has been shaken by the incidents, and I believe this is causing her to change her attitude about "experimenting", and to know she is not ready to have these experiences, which should be very special and private.  The incidents proved to be small lessons in what can become something so much more involved and dangerous, both physically and emotionally.  So, as a mother I insist she tells me where, when, with whom and what time she is going anywhere, and I actually take her places and meet her friends.  As far as the cell phone and internet use are concerned, she can only use them till 9pm and that is after homework is completed.  the cell phone is handed to us the parents at 9pm everyday, including weekends.  My daughter is brilliant, and I want her to concentrate on her goals to become whatever she wants to be an attorney, a gourmet chef in her own restaurant, or anything else.  So, that's it, the recipe for happiness, is to respect yourself enought to know, that your goals are a priority, and comprimising your goals defiles your integrity as a woman and as a person.  This requires discipline; and diligent consistent effort, single mindedness in purpose, wisdom, self respect and focus are all required to achieve goals and dreams whether they are of an emotional, intellectual or physical nature.  You are the captain of your ship and the creator of your reality.  I welcome feedback and wish all young girls the best.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/1493795290629614383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/1493795290629614383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1190727900000#c1493795290629614383' title=''/><author><name>Cat6191</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03691980604392822719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-6336724838182915954</id><published>2007-09-17T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:15:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You sound very intelligent and thoughtful.You are ...</title><content type='html'>You sound very intelligent and thoughtful.&lt;BR/&gt;You are worth more than just a casual hook-up.  Sexual experiences are not meant to make you feel worthless; they have been given to you and your mate as a life-long gift of wonderful intimacy.  My dad always said that "Sex is not a spectator sport."  It sounds like your dad has done a fairly good job of guarding your heart and teaching you to guard it from impure things.&lt;BR/&gt;Anyways, just wanted to offer some encouragement from one who's made it through teenage-hood with her heart and body saved (mostly &amp; by the grace of God) for the man I marry.  I'm 24, never had sex, and happily living my life with the idea that, if I am to get married, that man will be the luckiest man in the world 'cause we'll get to share an incredible intimacy that has, unfortunately, drifted out of fashion.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/6336724838182915954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/6336724838182915954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1190078100000#c6336724838182915954' title=''/><author><name>Amy Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07720731768493455440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-1396898975626438543</id><published>2007-09-09T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:55:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your welcome, lol.  :)</title><content type='html'>Your welcome, lol.  :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/1396898975626438543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/1396898975626438543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1189374900000#c1396898975626438543' title=''/><author><name>Clair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07033132906502277789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-2237034805521590107</id><published>2007-09-09T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T13:20:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks =)</title><content type='html'>thanks =)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/2237034805521590107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/2237034805521590107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1189369200000#c2237034805521590107' title=''/><author><name>Scooter McLisle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15900479914673442450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05507538891243367181'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-3787545503146099927</id><published>2007-09-09T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:56:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww...I'm 17. I think the exact same way you do....</title><content type='html'>Awwww...I'm 17. I think the exact same way you do. You sound like a really really nice, and smart person. I hope you stay that way. :) &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Clair</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/3787545503146099927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/3787545503146099927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1189324560000#c3787545503146099927' title=''/><author><name>Clair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07033132906502277789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-1093424841946769789</id><published>2007-09-02T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:56:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a comment, but first I'll tell you where I ...</title><content type='html'>I have a comment, but first I'll tell you where I found you. I read the blog modestly yours every once in awhile and I found girls gone mild from there, and found your blog from there. I haven't read more of you than this one entry and what I have to say is this:&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;don't give up, don't give in. I know it looks like there aren't any guys like your dad out there, but there are. don't give up because one day you'll meet the guy who you feel completely connected to and he'll be wonderfully respectful and you'll wish you were just a little bit more patient. &lt;BR/&gt;and i don't mean that in a cheesy "the only person worth crying over will be the one who never makes you cry" or whatever that stupid saying is. i mean that in a very real sense. life is ever evolving. if you stick to your guns, life will settle itself around you in a way that you have been waiting for. it's not magical, it's not miraculous (and yet,it is), it' s just the way it goes. but youhave to stick to your guns. and you can do it. &lt;BR/&gt;good luck. and i really do mean that.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/1093424841946769789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/957418482542090145/comments/default/1093424841946769789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html?showComment=1188798960000#c1093424841946769789' title=''/><author><name>miriam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14327244409212416119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://whos-keeping-track.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-script-excercise-1.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8102610550063985190.post-957418482542090145' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8102610550063985190/posts/default/957418482542090145' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>