<?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-9005949118425221992</id><updated>2011-09-19T14:53:06.146-06:00</updated><category term='reasons for living'/><category term='longterm thoughts'/><category term='coming out to family'/><category term='begining'/><category term='post secret'/><category term='pif'/><category term='dates'/><title type='text'>my own moby dick</title><subtitle type='html'>"happiness is only real when shared"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8347470850801967258</id><published>2010-12-22T09:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:54:51.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spam</title><content type='html'>my account linked to this blog was just hacked... thankfully google is on top of these things and stopped a spam email from going out to 16 random people... I think it started from this blog though, I have one of those counters and for the past year or so it's gone through the roof with hits... I doubt I'm that popular no I know I'm not that popular... so it pisses me off that spam bots visit my blog... I don't know what I'm going to do about it... so anyway I have a current post ready to publish but am a little weirded out by all this... does anyone have suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8347470850801967258?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8347470850801967258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8347470850801967258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8347470850801967258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8347470850801967258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/12/spam.html' title='spam'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-5402600943849619676</id><published>2010-09-14T23:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T23:15:10.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the obligated facebook note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/TJBWMOHjFjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xp7LFY3W1PI/s1600/sailing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/TJBWMOHjFjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xp7LFY3W1PI/s320/sailing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517004311477032498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so those of you that noticed I hope you enjoyed some entertainment... but this is my cliche coming out on facebook on my birthday note...&lt;br /&gt;enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an adult with not much responsibility, I can buy myself my own "presents" so if you're reading this I ask you for a moment of your time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of you know, I'm sure a lot of you don't care but whatever the case may be, if you've ever wondered this is conformation to your suspicions… I am gay.  I have a very wide spectrum of friends so this might be a little confusing to some of you.  Those that don't really care THANKS, enjoy the entertainment… and for those of you that are at a lose of words, take a deep breath and hear me out.  These are my observations from dealing with "coming out" over the past few years to myself and to my family, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am alive now, I am definitely happy as opposed to miserable.  I actually have confidence in myself now.  I haven't stopped believing in God, I have a better belief and understanding of him because I have accepted myself for who I am.  The biggest thing though is that I really don't care if you have a problem with this or don't agree with it… I have better things to do with my time then worry if I'm going to lose "friends" over the fact that I'm tired of living two lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may wonder why now?  I am a huge fan of a site called post secrets www.postsecret.com and this week there was a secret that really hit home and though I love my family dearly I can't do this any more.  The secret says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being who I am would destroy my family… &lt;br /&gt;so I keep quiet and destroy myself instead." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so call me whatever you want to but I can't do it anymore.  I am the same person you knew, nothing has changed.  You just know a tiny little detail that in todays world makes people believe I'm completely different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to try to prove anything to you.  If you want to see for yourself that I'm not any different thats fine, lets talk.  Other then that I hope you can find inside yourself to remember to love everyone.  Because as "gay" as that sounds that is what the world needs a little more of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-5402600943849619676?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/5402600943849619676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=5402600943849619676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5402600943849619676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5402600943849619676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/09/obligated-facebook-note.html' title='the obligated facebook note...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/TJBWMOHjFjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xp7LFY3W1PI/s72-c/sailing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-4836004378229504122</id><published>2010-09-06T14:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:12:46.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it out alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/TIVJ66PEfvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Siuj7j43kQM/s1600/IMG_4665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/TIVJ66PEfvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Siuj7j43kQM/s320/IMG_4665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513894595198746354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well most of you know already but I'm back in the daily grind called my life.  This is basically the poster picture everyone tries to get but most people never even see it... so I count myself lucky as one of the few people that got to enjoy it all summer long.  ANYWAY like I said I'm back to reality and yeah that means all my old problems are back (even though they seem trivial now...) I learned many things and overall glad I went.  I guess here's to next summer and a new adventure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-4836004378229504122?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/4836004378229504122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=4836004378229504122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4836004378229504122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4836004378229504122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-made-it-out-alive.html' title='I made it out alive...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/TIVJ66PEfvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Siuj7j43kQM/s72-c/IMG_4665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3511033662917776199</id><published>2010-05-29T13:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T13:30:01.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right so I have thought about this a lot and I'm over worrying/caring about keeping my "identity" hidden on here... for right now I'm not going to come out and say where I live and give out my phone number but yeah no more hush hush type of stuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah basically I went back to Alaska for the summer, I got a internship here and I basically really need to make my life what I want out of it... so that is what I'm trying to work on... but I will write more later, I just wanted to get this out there for future reference for myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3511033662917776199?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3511033662917776199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3511033662917776199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3511033662917776199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3511033662917776199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/05/right-so-i-have-thought-about-this-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3395954468310473929</id><published>2010-04-30T16:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:25:58.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU SOCIETY</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;right on, so this is totally an angry rant but it is what it is... it's kinda ironic cause a comment on my last post from a Julie said I didn't need "wishes" cause I sounded "together" well this will prove that wrong but overall I think I'm pretty normal I just let everything build up and then I blow it off by bitching... so anyway my beef for the day is relationships...I've been kinda talking to this guy for 5 months now... we've never met though cause of a lot of things but all that is beside the point... IS THERE ANY NORMAL PERSON OUT THERE? I mean I know I'm not normal but WTF... or I guess if I was wishing something with a magic ginny I'd say how do I find a halfway normal person that I could spend the rest of my life with... and I might add happily in there too... anyway in other news my dad wrote me back but I haven't read it, I don't want to deal with that bull shit at the moment (I let a friend read it so I've indirectly dealt with it) so yeah all I know is that my gay world and my life is only a matter of time before they are the same. Yes I basically mean I'm gonna be doing the coming out on facebook soon and probably come out on here as my real self (even though a lot of you know who I am) but yeah something has got to change so I'm tired of everything and yeah starting with the obvious... anyway sorry for the bad grammer I'm in a rush and I had to get this out so thanks for listening / reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3395954468310473929?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3395954468310473929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3395954468310473929' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3395954468310473929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3395954468310473929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-you-society.html' title='FUCK YOU SOCIETY'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8480244798163422494</id><published>2010-04-23T21:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:18:36.395-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out to family'/><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>so I came out to my last brother a couple weeks ago with basically the same reaction as the rest.  I've been meaning to finally come out to my dad and so I finally wrote an email and just sent it.  SO with that I will see what happens.  I'm not worried and I don't care how he takes the information.  That may be a little harsh but it's really not my problem... I have accepted this and now it's their problem if they can't deal with it.  I'm sure with time things will reach an equilibrium... so till then or an update... or something else interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8480244798163422494?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8480244798163422494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8480244798163422494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8480244798163422494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8480244798163422494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-2999019040513780881</id><published>2010-03-21T15:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:37:26.537-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post secret'/><title type='text'>post secret...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/S6aQ9jIiO2I/AAAAAAAAADk/ae3E-1gnCe4/s1600-h/secretstothegrave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/S6aQ9jIiO2I/AAAAAAAAADk/ae3E-1gnCe4/s320/secretstothegrave.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451203786056022882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;and this is a comment from another secret...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-----Email Message----&lt;br /&gt;Being laid off last October was one of the best things that ever happened to me-- sometimes you have to do something you really hate before you find your true passion and purpose in life.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;I think I'm going to try and take it to heart... not care so much about things and go where I feel I am being lead... (follow my heart...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-2999019040513780881?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/2999019040513780881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=2999019040513780881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2999019040513780881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2999019040513780881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-secret.html' title='post secret...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/S6aQ9jIiO2I/AAAAAAAAADk/ae3E-1gnCe4/s72-c/secretstothegrave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-4867850684964736840</id><published>2010-03-18T18:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:55:29.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>always on my mind...</title><content type='html'>things that are ALWAYS on my mind...&lt;div&gt;all I do is think in my current work position so I don't know if it's a good thing or not but this is what occupies my time... (kinda in descending order...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a boy (enough said...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;relationships (I know what it is now and I want one, will I ever find one that is real)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;society and the environment (it's my major after all...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;conservation (why doesn't society get it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my futre career (I wish I knew what it was)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recycling (another focus that could make up my career)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alaska (my summer plans)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;money (do I have enough to live esp. if I goto AK)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school (will I ever finish/how much do I even care anymore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god and family (though I believe the urgency is fading)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;health (it isn't last it's more like first but I do block it out so yeah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I figured I'd throw this up... so I can think about it even more... I need to make sense of it all... if thats possible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway thank you all for comments I'm a little surprised at the variety of my readership... if those that are new still read, thank you very much for your perspective...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-4867850684964736840?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/4867850684964736840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=4867850684964736840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4867850684964736840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4867850684964736840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-on-my-mind.html' title='always on my mind...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-1457856678253560743</id><published>2010-03-07T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:30:56.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longterm thoughts'/><title type='text'>untitled cont. renamed "thoughts I have pondered for a very long time..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;it has been said that masturbation is only a problem when it basically overtakes your life.  I've always wondered about that, seriously how can it, I mean as a teenager or a horny guy you might do it a lot and you might be late to school or something once in awhile because of it... I'm not gonna lie I'm a guy I think about sex a lot... so I guess it is just part of life...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway my point is this... what about blogging, today I've spent the entire day [literally] reading blogs... I don't know how bad this is other then it proves how lame my life is or how much I haven't gotten over being gay... in the past I have been so focused on being gay that yes it did overtake my life, in that I didn't study or I didn't care about things, but blogs was a means of coping?  so was it still bad? or is the reason that I can't just get over that I'm gay the problem... I blame that on how I was raised... (even though it was LDS it is evident that the problem is more because we live in a homophobic society... that of course is my opinion) so to quote Brokeback Mountain "I wish I knew how to quit you" or I wish I knew how to move on with my fucking life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-1457856678253560743?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/1457856678253560743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=1457856678253560743' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1457856678253560743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1457856678253560743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled-cont-renamed-thoughts-i-have.html' title='untitled cont. renamed &quot;thoughts I have pondered for a very long time...&quot;'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-5555052516581827789</id><published>2010-03-05T21:19:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:33:48.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reasons for living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longterm thoughts'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>right so where to begin this time, thoughts are flying through my head so fast I can't even think straight... so I guess I'll start with my current situation and work backwards...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was coming home from work today I was on Trax and decided hmmm I've got 30 mins before my bus comes why don't I get off a few stops early and walk through "Temple Square"... and so with my headphones on and my hood up I walk into the gates only to see not a soul around other then about 15+ sister missionaries... so I very determinedly walk past them ignoring whatever they are saying, I kinda had in mind I was going to go to the "Christus" but I also wanted to avoid any human contact, since it was dark I walked around the Tabernacle and stood outside looking up to it... I stood there for the 20 minutes I had to spare just wondering and thinking... all the while the thoughts started coming... the biggest being I don't know why but I do BELIEVE... and even though it's hard and I don't know why God is important in my life... thats where I'm at right now, so, thats a start of something, and a piller of some sort.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walked to my bus stop I saw the following and it made me laugh.  Sorry if it's a sign, but God your gonna have to do better then this to get my attention.  It was scratched on a newspaper vending machine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/S5HbL6vHg7I/AAAAAAAAADU/uW55hW_xNEk/s200/DSC00181.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445374422259565490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO add everything up and these are kinda my thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I REALLY don't know my purpose/reason for my life on this earth, but whatever it is I have to do something to make it better wether it is in a very small concentrated way or not I don't know but I have to do something to better the world as a whole.  I know what my passion is but I don't see it as anything other then fulfilling a selfish desire of my own.  I'm the type of person that wants to do whatever it is I do, (enjoying it of course) but then at the end of the day going home and living life... basically no responsibility afterwards, only while I'm at work... I would love to be a public servent of some sort like fire/police/emt but I doubt that is going to happen... (mainly due to health reasons)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going deeper though.... this is a thought that I have wondered about for years, if not all my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What makes someone want to live, passion yes but what about the homeless and prisoners... Survival, but why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this basic thing every time I see someone down on their luck, WHY or HOW do they keep going?  I know I basically ask myself this everyday as I am living my routine life with no direction...  I don't know what I want out of life, I don't know what my future holds past a couple months... I might graduate soon, but then what, I have to find a job and start working 50 weeks a year??? I don't think so... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'm falling asleep and this is getting long but I will continue along this thought process trying to figure something out... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-5555052516581827789?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/5555052516581827789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=5555052516581827789' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5555052516581827789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5555052516581827789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/S5HbL6vHg7I/AAAAAAAAADU/uW55hW_xNEk/s72-c/DSC00181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8738542402370737612</id><published>2010-03-02T21:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:49:34.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>other then my excitement for the new album my favorite band released today, I had a pretty amazing conv. with a friend… and this is my summery not related to the conv. but after thinking about things…&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe I need to blatantly exclude my family from my life and if it doesn't work I'm personally not out anything they can fuck off…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I don't care anymore, I'm treating them as though they have already given up on me, which to a point is true so I have nothing to loose… but maybe this way I'll get through to them? (a note to someone reading this thinking about coming out to family,  I have to move on with my life, I'm still growing and even in this extreme case... it's still worth it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah as I think about it I'm getting angrier (not smart or healthy) but I don't care, I'm tired of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a disclaimer of sorts I should start putting on things I write when I am just typing thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been one to write something thats on my mind then call it good (in therapy sometimes you do this) and forget about it and later rewrite it in a nicer way… sorry… it is what it is…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8738542402370737612?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8738542402370737612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8738542402370737612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8738542402370737612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8738542402370737612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/03/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-9063285922540021934</id><published>2010-02-19T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T04:17:25.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...and, we're back!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;at least for now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda overwhelmed, I guess I never haven't been but I'm realizing it again.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a time line of sorts for the last 5 years of my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to die (realizing I was gay after my mission for about 2 years I hated/despised/abhorred being alive...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to live (a good 2 ish years after that I was just hoping I'd die somehow???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live but have no direction (purpose) and think something like why doesn't god just put me out of my misery....(the last year or so...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have grown immensely in all areas of my life but can't figure out my purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to give back, make the world a better place, do something with my life... I can't see just doing something generic as being good enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that is what this post is supposed  to be about... honestly I know I've bitched about this before but I don't have a clue what I'm doing with my life... I'm 26 and don't get me wrong I know that I'm not that old... but I'm still stuck in that 10th grade year when the HS guidance counselors are talking about college... I honestly HAVE wasted hmmm the last 5 years of my life because other then learning what I don't want to do/be for a career I am still completely LOST where I'm going... so I know what some of you are thinking, if this is his biggest problems wow does he have it easy... but for me in my life this is a crisis... everyday I think about this.  I can't finish school cause I don't think I'm making the right choices... I'm sick of SLC but don't know where to go... or what I'd do if I left... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so I sit and wonder... whats going to change all this if anything... will I continue to sit around for another 5 years?  I have a ton more feelings on this but I want to publish this and I'll write more later, after all it's FRIDAY...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-9063285922540021934?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/9063285922540021934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=9063285922540021934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/9063285922540021934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/9063285922540021934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-were-back.html' title='&quot;...and, we&apos;re back!&quot;'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-666892340316400050</id><published>2010-02-17T21:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:43:33.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/S3zEjcjDKnI/AAAAAAAAADM/3gwmGL1HFyM/s1600-h/mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/S3zEjcjDKnI/AAAAAAAAADM/3gwmGL1HFyM/s400/mark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439438563194382962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so I have a few things in my head I need to talk about but this just happend and I don't know if I should just drop it or make a bigger deal then I already have... this is my cousin we're not close and obviously his friends are dumb asses so do I call out their ignorance on my cousins FB or what? oh and I'm not out to my cousin but don't care anymore so that wouldn't play a part in it...&lt;div&gt;(forgive the ghetto quick and dirty editing...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-666892340316400050?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/666892340316400050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=666892340316400050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/666892340316400050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/666892340316400050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2010/02/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/S3zEjcjDKnI/AAAAAAAAADM/3gwmGL1HFyM/s72-c/mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-7317937610041441067</id><published>2009-12-20T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:42:00.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this weekend...</title><content type='html'>no comment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-7317937610041441067?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/7317937610041441067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=7317937610041441067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7317937610041441067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7317937610041441067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-weekend.html' title='this weekend...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-651159221564974857</id><published>2009-11-29T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:45:07.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is there really a way out?</title><content type='html'>I know I&amp;#39;m depressed but when I hear of news that makes me wish it would end it doesn&amp;#39;t help... so yeah my blog is a bunch of negative depressive posts... owell I&amp;#39;ll look back and remember these things and I know I grow from every experience but seriously GOD how much more can I take? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-651159221564974857?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/651159221564974857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=651159221564974857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/651159221564974857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/651159221564974857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-there-really-way-out.html' title='is there really a way out?'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-1649529590207446848</id><published>2009-11-25T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:21:22.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disappear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so hmmm maybe it&amp;#39;s classic holiday depression but I really don&amp;#39;t like the holidays and thankfully I am avoiding all family get togethers by disappearing for thanksgiving (each family gathering thinks I&amp;#39;m at the other...) and driving to my best friends in boston for christmas (like last year).  However it doesn&amp;#39;t resolve the fact that I&amp;#39;m tired with my life.  I love my job but other then that I&amp;#39;m sick of dealing with my life.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Including,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;my family and the gay issue and I&amp;#39;ve only came out to my oldest brother and his wife.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;school, and trying to graduate&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;debt &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;health issues&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;my lack of living conditions&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;the worlds problems (I really don&amp;#39;t give a fuck about all the current events and just want to live my own little life, but alas that is not possible...)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I just want a real family that cares or maybe I want my own family where I fall sadly in love with some random guy and we make a life together (I don&amp;#39;t know if I&amp;#39;m willing to allow myself to do this, that is the love part...?) &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;anyway what I really want to say is why can&amp;#39;t I follow the one thing that some old church literature said that has always been on my mind, (seriously I can remember hearing it as a teenager and I think about it often)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;basically to the effect of &amp;quot;[the purpose of life is to] learn to live life happily&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;so like my long lost friend ZINJ I just want to disappear into nothingness... speaking of which HAS ANYBODY HEARD FROM HIM?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-1649529590207446848?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/1649529590207446848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=1649529590207446848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1649529590207446848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1649529590207446848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/11/disappear.html' title='disappear...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-5779438671345516680</id><published>2009-11-23T22:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:30:25.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...beer and wine"</title><content type='html'>so yeah an interesting night, I'm a member of a underground environmental movement and we're starting a monday FHE night just getting together and hanging out... so that in it self is interesting and sweet... anyway... other then many being "ex mormon" and playing off the FHE thing there was alcohol, since I never tried champagne I figured why not... well there was only enough left for a taste so they broke out the wine... and yeah wow... ummm other then my friend tasting it before me and saying that is excellent and then me barley and literally choking it down (I didn't think things got worse then beer) what is with people and liking rotten beverages?  it smells like a compost heap and I'm sure they taste quite similar... I guess I'm not meant to drink (I don't mind, and am kinda relieved) I haven't tried any of the vodkas yet but hopefully I have the same experience...&lt;br /&gt;other then that I am just living life at the moment... till the next fun event in my life that I can blog about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-5779438671345516680?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/5779438671345516680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=5779438671345516680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5779438671345516680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5779438671345516680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/11/beer-and-wine.html' title='&quot;...beer and wine&quot;'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-4463997505426339703</id><published>2009-10-20T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:30:00.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post</title><content type='html'>just over 1 year and 11 months I posted a story about my first speeding ticket... well a similar situation went down this afternoon just lamer... UGHHH wtf, when I think about it I'm "grateful" I didn't get some bad ticket like hardcore speeding (which I do) but getting a ticket for some pathetic reason like crossing the solid line while merging onto the freeway cause there's a slow truck in front of you... FUCK you mr "copper" I mean yeah your doing your job but serious how lame is that... UGH like I said.  I'm gonna stop thinking about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna post my thoughts on the suicide issue because I realize whatever it is I put up last night wasn't very obvious... so that will wait, I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-4463997505426339703?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/4463997505426339703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=4463997505426339703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4463997505426339703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4463997505426339703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/10/2nd-post.html' title='2nd post'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-5269672530502475259</id><published>2009-10-11T21:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:32:00.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>caption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/StKiwBXu8TI/AAAAAAAAADA/PzVKphu_Z8Q/s1600-h/yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391550649801306418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/StKiwBXu8TI/AAAAAAAAADA/PzVKphu_Z8Q/s400/yeah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so beside the point of me going to church I thought it would be fun for people to make up a caption for this picture (this is a real picture from today...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-5269672530502475259?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/5269672530502475259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=5269672530502475259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5269672530502475259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5269672530502475259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/10/caption.html' title='caption'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/StKiwBXu8TI/AAAAAAAAADA/PzVKphu_Z8Q/s72-c/yeah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-520115923409632948</id><published>2009-10-06T20:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:00:46.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>suicide</title><content type='html'>I do things in the very spur of the moment so today when I read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyutahchronicle.com/news/student-remembered-as-passionate-hard-working-1.1940500"&gt;http://www.dailyutahchronicle.com/news/student-remembered-as-passionate-hard-working-1.1940500 &lt;/a&gt;I wanted to email the friend and ask her what the untold story was??? so I found her on facebook and I wrote this email... but I need to go through it before I send it to make sure my point is clear and that I'm not being a complete jerk... so yeah tell me what you think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start, I am so sorry about the loss of your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious though about somethings, I really don't know how to bring this up but I guess the reasons don't matter it's the fact that 2 people thought that suicide was the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has to be a reason behind it and I guess that is what bothers me.  I think it should be brought to the open (I am not the one to do it nor would I even consider it). there is more to it then the quote from his dad implying that it was school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so again I really don't know why I am writing to you, I guess I just want to know why you think he did it... since I am a complete stranger you can be honest with me for my sake or you can ignore this email altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the way I look at it is, suicide is the ultimate voluntary (to a degree) way to give up and move on.  so it is a decision (to a degree) that the person made.  to avoid others from doing the same thing you should confront the issue publicly even if it is hard... I say this because a relatively close friend of mine killed himself because he was gay.  I knew this and I know his family knew this but for everyone else it was left to he struggled with depression and couldn't overcome it.  So it is a disservice to all those who have the problem because they continue to suffer in silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems this could be the case because his friend killed himself 8 months ago and now here we are today.  and so the world can learn from this even if it is one person, but either way I will move on and only remember this when I hear a story of someone who gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-520115923409632948?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/520115923409632948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=520115923409632948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/520115923409632948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/520115923409632948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/10/suicide.html' title='suicide'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3748281419554229745</id><published>2009-09-14T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:58:18.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>as the world turns...</title><content type='html'>so where should this begin?  Today was one of those mondays where it's just another day.  I went to work and on my lunch one of my coworkers stopped me telling me a mutual coworker in another department was killed in a recreational accident.  This guy was a really nice friendly guy.  I feel cheated for his life (he had his shit together) and his small family.  I knew him pretty well and he probably would of said damn I didn't expect that to happen... I don't know if this bothers me so much cause I see it happening to me.  At the same time it's my curse to live this hell as some cruel punishment... so yeah reminiscing memories is a good thing but it also sucks. WTF... I guess life goes on... so heres to my life update more will come... school sucks that also isn't anything new...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3748281419554229745?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3748281419554229745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3748281419554229745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3748281419554229745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3748281419554229745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-world-turns.html' title='as the world turns...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8086444351816974562</id><published>2009-08-01T11:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:48:22.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive...</title><content type='html'>it's true, I made it back from my vacation alive... I won't go into too much detail but I figure I'm not going to be vague about it either because that is boring... (and I'm trying not to be paranoid about the whole anonymity thing...) I rode my motorcycle 8000 miles to the Arctic Ocean in Alaska... plus everything I will talk about I thought about for countless hours as I drove countless miles... so explanations are needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just figured out what I'm mostly looking for.  How do I move on with my life?  Yeah I'm gay, yeah I was raised LDS, NOW WHAT??? SO I guess I'll work with that for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8086444351816974562?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8086444351816974562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8086444351816974562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8086444351816974562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8086444351816974562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-1921041312348713314</id><published>2009-05-19T12:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:31:47.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yikes</title><content type='html'>well a lot has happened, I keep thinking that I have grown a lot and won't be able to grow anymore but then I look back and see that I continue to grow... maybe learn is a better word?  ANYWAY... I continue to figure out what my life is to me... I am going on a VERY VERY BIG TRIP soon and am SO EXCITED... from it I hope to find more direction and I hope that I will be able to trust myself and finish school and become somebody... I am a least starting to believe this.  so life will continue on and I hope it continues in a good way... I know things will come up but I just hope I can deal with them more positively now... anyway if you want to know more about my trip let me know I'm not going to talk much about it but I do have a separate blog that I will track my journey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-1921041312348713314?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/1921041312348713314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=1921041312348713314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1921041312348713314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1921041312348713314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/05/yikes.html' title='yikes'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-7579766660140992849</id><published>2009-05-06T20:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:41:50.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it is DONE!</title><content type='html'>right well this won't be too much detail but I DID IT !!! I was planning and planning on telling my sister in law and finally I said I WILL do it this weds(today) and I did... SO she is the one I was way most stressed about.  It was weird but it went well (enough) we did the chit chat for quite awhile and I was trying to figure out what to say... finally I started that awakward stubling of words trying to say something and I think she got the picture... she sat down and I think basically I said "what would you think if I told you I was gay..." after that it was said and so I was thinking to myself I DID IT !!! she asked the generic questions how do you know... which I stumbled over and said I'm attracked to guys and I'm not attracked to women... then blah blah blah and she basically took the stand that I have to stay faithful to the gospel... (I don't think we talked if that consisted of being active) but for now that is fine, I don't know what the future holds I am pretty sure though until she understands more and "warms" up to the idea I will leave it at that...   We did talk that getting married to a girl isn't an option (and I didn't mention the alternative cause for right now I know her feelings on that...) she said she was glad I told her, and yeah I did it...! &lt;br /&gt;more to follow... I guess I am a little nervous of her finding my blog so I wonder if anyone has advice for that, other then closing it out for invited readers only...??? can you just put a password on it that I could give everyone I don't know I think some of the stuff I have said would push her over the edge...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-7579766660140992849?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/7579766660140992849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=7579766660140992849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7579766660140992849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7579766660140992849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-done.html' title='it is DONE!'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8327890788009897955</id><published>2009-05-03T15:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:03:17.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness?</title><content type='html'>right on, where should I start?  The fact that the most miserable semester of my life is almost over, 5 days and only one final, (though I will have to finish a large portion of all semesters homework for 2 classes).  Or the fact that I should have graduated this semester but since I am a lazy slacker that didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;So where do you find happiness?  I thought I have grown a lot these past few months but I still have an intense hatred for myself.  This blog summed things up but I almost don't apply... &lt;a href="http://a-struggler.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-abuse.html"&gt;http://a-struggler.blogspot.com/2009/04/self-abuse.html&lt;/a&gt;   I have tried being honest with myself and it helps but I still don't get it.  I will be out to most of my immediate family by the end of the month.  I want to go to AK free and clear and hope that I find some kind of permanent peace...  I have always believed that I could move on with my own life once I graduated from college so I guess I will still wait and see if that ends up happening. &lt;br /&gt;as for other news... I still don't want to jump the gun or curse myself but things seem to be working out for my relationship status...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8327890788009897955?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8327890788009897955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8327890788009897955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8327890788009897955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8327890788009897955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/05/happiness.html' title='happiness?'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-7383287811369290013</id><published>2009-04-12T11:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:15:52.265-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dates'/><title type='text'>I never thought it'd happen...</title><content type='html'>so last week I got a compatible partners account from eharmony, I was hoping for a miracle that I am not holding my breath for... anyway it's free for 6 months so what do you have to lose?   well the first match it gave me that lived in utah was promising, he was cool, normal, average, and hmm he liked bikes!  so we went through the process of getting to know each other (it's all lined out and is basically 5 steps) we decided to go to dinner and talked very effortlessly and then the next day (saturday) went for a fun ride together and he was a good sport cause it was kinda cold and ugly weather (he has a nice bike too!)... so yeah I don't want to jump to conclusions or curse myself but if anything it gives me hope there are regular peope that have my same interests... (who would of thought)  I guess I'm ready for something new that is a positive thing so I will be open to whatever happens and go from there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-7383287811369290013?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/7383287811369290013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=7383287811369290013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7383287811369290013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7383287811369290013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-thought-itd-happen.html' title='I never thought it&apos;d happen...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-4358162478224045751</id><published>2009-04-08T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:49:34.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>follow up, coming out again?</title><content type='html'>this is going to be quick I'm in a rush but I think I need to let everyone know the results...&lt;br /&gt;Alan convinced me that this was important enough that I needed to really TALK to my brother about this, after I talked to Alan I realized how right he was.  I think I have been used to coming out to "safe" people that I knew would take it well so going out on a limb and coming out to someone that had no experience with it and then having it go well made me think that all was well.  SO basically my thought process was this is WHY I came out to him to educate him and dispel stereotypes.  SO I emailed him saying we needed to go to lunch.  I figured I'd give him time and do it at the end of the week, it turns out I forgot he was going out of town so we actually did it yesterday!?!?!  I kinda freaked out and was worried cause I also needed time to plan but I knew what I wanted to say so I outlined it and though it didn't go how I planned I did say everything I wanted to.  Basically his concerns we valid just because he didn't know any better, I told him that is part of the problem because most "gays" are normal.  We did have a discussion going but he still didn't say too much though I know he knows my intentions.  I also told him that I was offended by what he said.  I guess this whole situation was good because I think I am going to use the same basic outline to come out to his wife (who I am scared of how she will take it...) so I also have a bit of reality and will be ready for the extreme???&lt;br /&gt;basically things worked out... and I feel even better knowing that we understand each other.  now to pass my classes this semester... ugh...&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every bodies&lt;/span&gt; concern and encouragement&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-4358162478224045751?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/4358162478224045751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=4358162478224045751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4358162478224045751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4358162478224045751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/04/follow-up-coming-out-again.html' title='follow up, coming out again?'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3468950157085793993</id><published>2009-04-06T12:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:18:20.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks later</title><content type='html'>ok I don't know what it is but I think more honest conversations come through written methods like email... I emailed my brother because I didn't know how to tell my sister in law... this is his reply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Get married to a nice girl and have four kids.   Get insurance.  Be happy and independent and successful.  Then you  won't disappoint or hurt her.  My only concern is that you don't molest any  of our children, since they say 90% of abuse comes from a close relative.   While the our family is  completely dysfunctional, my family is Utah normal.  Spoiled  kids, messy house, good income, popular in the church and neighborhood.   Gay brother coming out of the closet.  She will deal with it.  Tell  her.  We love you and want the best for you.  Not the gay best, the  "&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Get married to a nice  girl and have four kids.  Get insurance.  Be happy and successful"  best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I don't know how to reply to this, I'm pretty sure he wasn't serious about the molesting part at least not totally serious, if he was that hurts a lot... I see that he cares but he is completely clueless to the whole issue...  which is understandable since he never has dealt with this, so I guess time will tell with what happens... anyway I don't know why I'm posting this I guess if someone has some ideas for the next step that would be nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3468950157085793993?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3468950157085793993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3468950157085793993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3468950157085793993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3468950157085793993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-weeks-later.html' title='3 weeks later'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-6324785040192028368</id><published>2009-03-15T10:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:27:36.294-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out to family'/><title type='text'>the best weekend of my life...!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;It's done, I did It! it was monumental, things couldn't of gone better if I planned it all out.  This weekend was completely bazaar.  It started out by me going to sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; night at about 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, I had been finishing a report that was due earlier that week.  I had to wake up at 5am to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goto&lt;/span&gt; work for 13 hours so with roughly 5 hours of sleep I spent working till 6:30pm.  Overall work wasn't bad, it was my first huge double shift and it went by relatively fast, I got a lot of thinking done and some of that included trying to convince myself that I was going to come out to my brother this weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;I got off work and went home and figured I'd call my brother to see what was going on and it turns out that his wife and kids all went to visit her parents.  He was still at work and so I figured I'd go watch him do whatever he does at work.  It turns out that I ended up helping him do random things for the next 3 hours so basically I worked 16 hours on 5 hours of sleep... anyway I kept thinking about the situation and figure how and when I was going to do it.  I figured the sooner the better or else I might talk myself out of it.  We talked about normal random stuff and he explained how his systems did what they did... (I'm being vague on purpose for this part, sorry)so afterward he said that he owed me dinner and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but "buy local first" and he thought of a cool bar/restaurant that he wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goto&lt;/span&gt;... We got their and ordered our food and again kept talking about whatever.  The bar itself was AWESOME, I totally didn't feel like I was in Utah it was very unique...  I thought he had been there before but he never had, so between the uniqueness of the place and the fact that the situation was perfect for a memory to last a life time I knew this was the time... Finally it clicked, I had the perfect intro to the topic and so I said do you want me to tell you something that you probably don't want to know... and his instant reply was "your gay" and I said yes... then there was some light joking (at first I couldn't tell if he was serious and knew or if he was joking, there were a few instances in the past few weeks that I was questioning if he figured out something, I don't know how to explain it but I swear that he was acting a little different then normal... I know this doesn't make any sense but I'm putting it in for me to remember...) and then I said something and I think he said "your serious" and it started to sink in... then his statement was something like " Jen, his wife is going to kick your butt"  I said basically that I knew it'd be hard for her and I didn't want to cause any problems (see the last few posts where I told her sister and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;conv&lt;/span&gt;. that ensued) there was some more basic conversation and he said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all she wants, you to get married have a little family, and good health insurance" I said, I know I wish it was that easy... then at the end after more generic chit chat and some that focused on the topic... he was figuring out the tip... and I think I might of went to far with overwhelming him... he was going to give like a 4 dollar tip and I said just give him $20...  I was like haven't you ever just did something crazy like that and not thought about it... he said no.  Then he said what do you like him... now that was pretty good, (earlier he got pretty wet with a spraying hose" and so I said do you want to get wet again... I explained it numerous ways, that it was a way small little bar/restaurant with not many people there (earlier he even commented on that) and I said how would you feel if you got a $20 dollar tip, he said he once got a $200 dollar tip, so I commented back, see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;how'd&lt;/span&gt; you feel, he said "I earned it" and I said well maybe this guy didn't earn it but he deserves it, you said yourself it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night and there are not many people here.  so we left it and left... I wasn't even thinking but (obviously I rode there and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;freakn&lt;/span&gt; cold but I left my gloves.  We were outside getting ready to leave he comes out as we were leaving with my gloves and says you forgot these... now obviously I would of realized it eventually but he walked out and gave them to me I said thanks and after he left I told my brother see, these gloves are a lot more then $20 so it all worked out... (now I think we know that the guy wouldn't of kept them but I think by this time my brother understood what I was trying to do...) though like I said together it might of been a little overwhelming... either way it is DONE, it feels good but at the same time I kinda feel more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;spazed&lt;/span&gt; out cause I feel I have to justify shit and explain it but this is so far how it was left... We went home and he wanted to watch "The fifth element" cause it was his favorite movie and was appalled that I never watched it.  We stayed up till 2am which I think is hilarious cause he isn't like that... I really liked the movie but I couldn't stand the extremeness of the acting, I guess he said it was made for the french though it was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; he said it isn't generic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hollywood&lt;/span&gt; acting... after the movie was over I had to say something cause literally the acting/costumes were pretty "gay" I don't know how else to explain it.  I am trying to get away from using that word to generalize and explain things but I swear it was, so I explained it and he accepted it though he didn't really see it that way which is kinda surprising... anyway at 2am both of us wasted tired I thought I needed to clarify the whole evening, I said that when I say gay I mean generally, I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;femmy&lt;/span&gt; and whatever stereotypes people think of... I said this because I kinda got a feeling that was what he was thinking, and that would be a little extreme so from that the night ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts were as follows: I totally felt loved in a weird way though, but my family is pretty weird so it works... and looking back at it I really really do feel loved, not by my brother alone but the whole situation, how it came together...  I am myself and this won't change much, I know that is the basic theme of why places like equality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; wants you to come out, to prove that gay people aren't the stereotypes and that everybody knows/loves someone who is gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday not too much happened, after waking up I didn't know what I was going to do, I had some different plans but wasn't firm with any of them.  I ended up staying and working on my motorcycle for like 4 or 5 hours with my brother watching me...? weird I know, I kinda thought he felt obligated but he was also still tired from the late night.  I don't know but it was fun we talked mostly about whatever and I got a bunch done on my bike! &lt;br /&gt;He had stake conference meetings so yeah we ate at a neighbors house and then he went to his meetings, I thought about doing my paper but figured I'd do it today (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;) and I fell asleep around 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;... and didn't wake up till 7... wow I just realized I got a lot of sleep...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I had to go back to work and so I woke up and was going to eat some generic breakfast and he comes in saying Jen (his wife) said we should make sticky buns... I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but I think I have to be at work in 45 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;... so he started cooking, I guess our conversation went to church cause I admitted to working on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sundays&lt;/span&gt; either way it was valid but he asked if I still went to church or something to that effect and I said that I really don't like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;utah&lt;/span&gt; singles wards... he then asked what if there was a gay ward?  I said well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; would probably be worse... so yeah I hope he realizes I'm not really different the inactive thing I'm sure was a blow but I think he knew that, and now just felt like he could ask about it.  Later he asked a question about  "James" (my brother that is just older then me and isn't married and is kind of publicly inactive) I answered it then I said well if it makes you feel any better but  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;James's&lt;/span&gt; old girlfriend (who wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt;) liked your family and didn't like Georges (my very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;conservative&lt;/span&gt; brother)at all... he said who am I to say who James dates... so curious I said what if it was a guy, to see his general reaction and he said the basic thing again.  so that was really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt;?  As we were eating he said something about a time at my grandfathers birthday (I wasn't there) but it turns out I have a gay cousin!? though our extended family isn't really close it was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt;, and he said from what he saw everybody treated him well (I guess he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; a boyfriend...)  then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to my dad he said that he should be able to accept it cause my grandfather stopped talking to him for 10 years after he joined the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; so he should be more accepting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I was leaving he said "call me if you need anything" and I totally know he meant it and that it was in reference to dealing with everything... overall I think my brother knows I'm not that different?  I am still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; how everything worked out.  I'd almost chalk it up to planning from an external source?  I really feel like things will work out and that if anything for the greater good of the gay community I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; out over time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for this post, I know it was long and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;sporadic&lt;/span&gt;, for that I am sorry, but I wanted to get my  thoughts down before I forgot them and I still need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; that paper I talked about so this was rushed... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt; it is what it is and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-6324785040192028368?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/6324785040192028368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=6324785040192028368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/6324785040192028368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/6324785040192028368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-weekend-of-my-life.html' title='the best weekend of my life...!?'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-1960844119738982044</id><published>2009-02-26T10:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:25:45.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prayers for bobby (youtube)</title><content type='html'>I am writing this to an old friend who has a gay friend who I am out to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for bringing this up but I need to know if you have heard of the movie "prayers for bobby" it was made by lifetime.  It hasn't been released on DVD but you can watch it on youtube,&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K206-hYTe_I&lt;br /&gt;parts 1 - 10 I'd guess it's about 70-80 mins total&lt;br /&gt;(*** this is the first time I saw it... and I was stoked to see the whole thing on you tube...)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I come to you for many reasons, I don't know how things have gone with you and your son but I am still trying to understand things.  As you know my mom died and so again I come to you in a sense looking for answers (or acceptance) and maybe even love.  However I don't want to cause you any undo heartache... and therefore I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are my thoughts as I watched the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to avoid my family because of this (being gay) but I couldn't, it was because I hated myself but I wanted to be loved/accepted... I know this will change things FOREVER (once I "come out") but I guess it can either be for the better or worse... I can't go on like this much longer, death is not the answer but sometimes it seems like it is, Even if they don't like it or accept it please let this life be normal, whatever happens in the next, doesn't matter, I just need to live without fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family was destroyed when my mom died so it doesn't really matter what happens I guess I just hope things can work out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care if it is a sin, my only options are life or death and I want to choose life... (either way I am going to hell so why can't I just live this life... (I don't necessarily believe this but )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think the movie helps me want to avoid suicide (seriously don't worry I don't think about this much if any...I do admit that yes I have in the past...)  Which is worse being gay or suicide... both are hard on the family however. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO DIE, I NEVER WANTED TO EXIST, I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS... I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part 01 - 7:22 through part 02 - 3:10&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go to my brother like this, I wish I was close to him like this&lt;br /&gt;How can I EVER be successful in this life if all I have is despair, how can I ever accomplish ANYTHING when all I think about is despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all the shit is true in the bible then death is the punishment and so suicide is the answer.  If god exists he has to deal with this one way or another and the way the world thinks we are condemned to hell therefore we have nothing to lose, so why not take the chance of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt more alive then I do right now...(after watching this and accepting this and coming close to coming out to my family) I have hope, the only problem is when I feel like this I am afraid of being killed... I don't know why but when I don't want to die I am afraid of it but when I want to die I can't... I guess this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before you echo Amen in your home or place of worship, think and remember.  A child is listening." - Mary Griffith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-1960844119738982044?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/1960844119738982044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=1960844119738982044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1960844119738982044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1960844119738982044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayers-for-bobby-youtube.html' title='prayers for bobby (youtube)'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-2591696077557029659</id><published>2009-02-15T00:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:10:48.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the response to the reply</title><content type='html'>this might be getting confusing but basically I am doing it so I can have a record of what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where to start other then to say thanks... At the moment I am just taking life as it comes and not doing anything extreme in any direction.  I know that most people in the church understand what it means to be "gay" but for those that don't know anyone personally I think it would be hard to recognize it or to be suspicious of it.  I guess the next step is to find out what my brother thinks...  For me, a huge red flag is it is pretty obvious that I don't date, I know that doesn't mean much but sometimes I wonder if people are adding things up in their heads... I guess out of everyone I would have thought you would be the one to figure it out first so I'm doing pretty good if I caught you off guard.  Don't get me wrong I think I'm close to being ready to talk to my brother so I'll let you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little history if your interested.  Basically after I came home from my mission I was at a high point in my life when it came to the gospel.  This went on for about a year, however reality is hard to ignore and this issue was ALWAYS on my mind.  Trying to realize what it all meant and where I stood with what I knew to be true (the gospel) and what I couldn't deny (the "feelings") so basically I was bashing my head against a brick wall which isn't healthy by any means... my life literally was falling apart in front of me and I didn't know what to do.  (a side note your parents were/are amazing people and true example of showing the pure love of Christ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to be alone to figure things out, I know this isn't good.  (This is basically why I am starting to make things "public").  I know that I could of stayed at your parents home through my career at [unnamed college] but I always kinda of felt guilty for whatever reason... (again I know this feeling wasn't justified but I think it had to do with getting away from everything) regardless I had a good job and so I moved in with a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much just pressed pause and got through [unnamed college] but again I was pretty much constantly thinking about some aspect of what everything meant.  When I moved to SLC to continue going to the U of U I was naive in thinking I could keep ignoring it.  I was going into chemistry which is a STRESSFUL major when your focused, so again things quickly feel apart.  I basically dropped out of school the first semester I got here. (nobody knows this little fact)  Somehow I heard of a major called environmental studies and I looked into it, it was basically a major created just for me... it involves a lot of science with very little (almost no) math. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I started over the next semester and completly LOVED ALL my classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a year ago now, I am really close to graduation but I think I am going to have to go next fall semester because of the inevitable missing credit that you don't realize until it's too late... and now I am also trying to deal with the other side of me in a more open way, hence why I emailed you to get things moving...  So again to bring it full circle I am just taking things as they come and not doing anything drastic.  I guess I will go into the chruch in my next email but I need to send this so I don't keep you waiting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-2591696077557029659?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/2591696077557029659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=2591696077557029659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2591696077557029659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2591696077557029659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/02/response-to-reply.html' title='the response to the reply'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8084532943330556049</id><published>2009-02-12T21:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:53:39.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the "reply"</title><content type='html'>so this looks like it's going to be a little harder then I expected?  I know she is sincere and does care for me... so I guess I will just try and explain things as best I can... I will post what I reply to her but I'm open to any suggestions prior to try and explain the "trying to fight your feelings"... so thanks in advance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name here,&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to say I am a little speechless and I don't know quite what to say. But know that I do love you and I want to be a good friend/sister and be here to support you. I do have many questions and I don't want to seem like a prude, but have you considered the "spiritual" side of this, I mean are you trying to "fight" your feelings or do you accept them as final? Have you spoken to a bishop? I think that the family would have the hardest time accepting this because we believe that it is a sin (as I"m sure you know) we would all be concerned for your welfare in that matter. But ultimately we love the sinner and hate the sin right? Please don't be offended, I just want to understand you better. As for the family, I can only imagine that you would not want to tell your dad? I think that your brother would be the one to talk to first. I don't think that anyone in my family is suspicious. You certainly took me by surprise. Please let me know what I can do to help and I am here to listen to you and help you talk to my family. I know that in my husbands family there is a cousin that is Gay. It is never really talked about. He lives with a man but they don't come to family events together and I really don't know if he ever "came out" to his parents. But we all still love him. I will do whatever I can to help you.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8084532943330556049?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8084532943330556049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8084532943330556049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8084532943330556049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8084532943330556049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/02/reply.html' title='the &quot;reply&quot;'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8492658772808172769</id><published>2009-02-09T23:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:56:44.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy hell</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just sent this letter to my sister in laws sister... (confusing yes) but once you read it you'll understand, basically there is NO turning back... I trust her that she will keep it a secret and I'm sure she will help me but I guess I'll see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her name, (sorry I'm not good at making up names...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing you to ask for some advice, I don't want you to get the wrong idea so whatever your thinking it's not that, just keep reading...&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt comfortable around you, yes I'm sure you realize your sisters can be a little intimidating to someone not familiar to your family.  (you never had the naivety that comes with being from Utah) Anyway your probably curious why I'm writing you an email.  But I have always know I could talk to you about anything.  Please don't be offended by this because the way I say it, it might not come out the way I want it to but you are different then your sisters.   I can't remember the first time I met you specifically but I assume it was during a christmas...  anyway like I said I didn't feel awkward around you, where as it took awhile before I was comfortable around everyone else.  I felt like you never saw my situation as strange and was just a genuine friend? (trust me I thought it was very out of the ordinary)&lt;br /&gt;anyway the reason I am writing to you is because I am looking for advice and I know you won't judge me for the reason.  I know it is only a matter of time before it becomes apparent.  I might as well just tell you straight out but again right now I tell you this in the strictest of confidence.  her name, I am "gay" and by that I mean homosexual.  Now that you know I am first curious to your initial reaction.  (from the few friends I have told they are not all that surprised when it is all added up, but I'd like to think I have done a good job in masking it...)  and another thing I don't want you to feel guilty for "harassing" me about a girlfriend, it doesn't really bother me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now you know what kind of situation I'm in.&lt;br /&gt;Overtime I have personally come to terms with this (basically I have know since before I was 12 but didn't realize what it meant till much later).  I'm sure you're kind of shocked but nothing as to what others will be.  This is why I need someone on the "inside" that can give me advice as to how to "come out."  I'm not in too big of rush but I don't want to be put on the spot when people might add things up.  I want to do it in a way that is sincere with respect to everyone's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, there have been times in my family that I wanted to do it in a way that would be rude and hurtful.  But when it comes to your family that has never been the case.  And when it comes to the connection between your family and mine, that is where I need the help.  Overall with time I'm sure your sister will be okay with it (I hope) and I don't have a problem with (my brother) but together I have no clue where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for "listening" (reading)&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8492658772808172769?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8492658772808172769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8492658772808172769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8492658772808172769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8492658772808172769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-hell.html' title='holy hell'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-1872115425071847878</id><published>2009-01-31T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:07:54.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday trib article...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="slt_site"&gt;&lt;span id="slt_article"&gt;ok I know I should just stop watching/reading any type of news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/Salt%20Lake%20Tribune%20Home%20Page/ci_11573218"&gt;http://www.sltrib.com/Salt%20Lake%20Tribune%20Home%20Page/ci_11573218&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a direct quote from Monson but I take it that it's true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He has made it clear to the bishops of the church that people come before programs. If there must be a choice between helping those in need and maintaining a program, the people in need are always to be helped, even if it means disrupting programs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last point the article makes is about support for prop 8... so to me it doesn't add up, Monson says people come before programs but I guess were not people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever is all I can say... someday it will catch up to them, I just wish there was a way to write to the church and complain and get noticed, it doesn't matter and doesn't get anywhere if you just keep it local (ie: ward/stake) so I will just keep it all inside and let the true church slip away cause they don't want to amend it... what can you expect help the minority or keep the majority content...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-1872115425071847878?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/1872115425071847878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=1872115425071847878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1872115425071847878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1872115425071847878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-trib-article.html' title='friday trib article...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3162269310596805931</id><published>2009-01-27T21:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:56:59.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh...</title><content type='html'>so a long story shorter then it would be... I had a appointment with my "new" (as of 6 months ago) bishop... who is just trying to meet everybody... well I know I'm a horrible person so when I saw him my initial impression was nope I'm not going into any kind of gay detail... and I didn't.  I don't know what it is and I don't really care but I didn't want to get into a deep discussion so I kept it completely clear of anything that would lead to anything... first off my apt. was for 8:30 and I got there at 8:23 so I'm ok with an apt. going late but some kid comes rushing in and knocks on the door and obviously the bishop is talking to someone so the kid sits down and when the previous apt. is over he goes straight in... very annoying... anyway I finally go in at 8:50 and again I'm not feeling it so I play it very cool.  I don't lie about anything but he asked how I was doing and I said "great" and then there was the common chit chat and he asked if I wanted to talk to him about anything and I said "no" then some more chit chat and I basically told him singles wards where not my thing and he said I could goto a regular ward (point for him, I might just do it because I can) then the loaded question was basically "do you see yourself going to church later on when you don't live in utah" and I said something like "I do miss church outside of utah" so then he just gave me some generalized advice and I was gone by 9:00...&lt;br /&gt;I thought of basically making it this my last interview and voicing my concern with the churches actions during the prop 8 debate but I'm off the hook with this ward and now I might go to the other ward and see what that bishop is like otherwise I will just continue on with how my life has been as an inactive member...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3162269310596805931?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3162269310596805931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3162269310596805931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3162269310596805931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3162269310596805931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='ugh...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8936054852012761001</id><published>2009-01-24T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:25:26.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>so I don't know where to start, I'm a pretty big fan of LOST and I think I will go crazy waiting a week for each new episode... I don't know how many people follow it but I think it's pretty good on multiple levels. so the reason for this post is again a sappy lame story of what a loser I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I see it, I know it's mostly because I'm alone a lot and don't have close friends but as I watched the session primer I became down hearted to my situation. Some of this may not make sense if you don't watch it but I'll try and explain. Hugo and Sayid are pretty good friends and Sayid pretty much has Hugo's back because Hugo is kinda naive to his surroundings. Anyway Sayid gets knocked out with some type of dart and they both are running from the cops. Hugo doesn't know what to do so he goes to his dad for help. I see their really good friendship and then a huge trust when Hugo asks his dad for help thus involving love. I look at my life (and yes I know it's only a TV show) but I just want to feel that true love between friends and family. I know this is sappy but when I was a kid my mom said something to the effect that you can't survive if you arn't loved. I know that people love me including my family and yes my "blogger" friends but I don't have any true love (whatever that is) just a real friendship a happy reality free almost careless friendship...? I wouldn't go to my family for anything serious (hence why I haven't told them about who I really am) I do have my friends that I trust but they have their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none of this is making much sense I'm sure, but what is life if you don't live it with love. I am in a sense dead, yes I live for things that make the emptiness go away temporarily, I do really enjoy my life in the day to day things but sometimes when reality really hits you wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a passion that keeps me going no matter what. Every time I experience it I feel alive. But what about everything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think debt is the only thing that keeps me from just vanishing from my current life and starting a completely new one. I guess this is partially crazy and/or immature but whatever, like I said I don't mind my life I just sometimes want to start over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I don't want to admit it or if I'm afraid of it but I think what I am explaining or wanting is a relationship, but I can't have that.  The only one thing I truly want on top of all my toys that I buy myself I can't have money couldn't even buy it.  First off I think the relationship I am looking for is impossible even though I know some "heterosexuals" have found it (even those that think they have it I don't think they do, but I guess who am I to judge) so the odds of me finding the perfect one if I was straight are practically impossible and throw in the fact that I'm gay, good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have my church (which I don't really claim but the history is hard to get away from) It forbids this in my case, seriously they are making peoples lives a LIVING HELL... but it's gods desire... it's his plan, someday you'll be blessed but till then experience hell (but oh it's better then an eternity of hell that I'm going to experience) whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just lonely I'll get over it and move on but I don't really like these times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8936054852012761001?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8936054852012761001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8936054852012761001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8936054852012761001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8936054852012761001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-7470804749188873539</id><published>2009-01-17T21:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:57:32.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to the previous generation</title><content type='html'>this post is going to be very controversial sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After 8 years I have finally came to a realization that I am still trying to comprehend/understand.  It has to to with Bush, the war, peak oil, and whatever else the conspiracy/anti involves.  The only problem is it makes sense and it adds up.  I know that you can find a following of pretty much anything and it will always make sense if you want to believe it.  I'm confused, I don't know what to think/believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I guess I will say hypothetically if it is "true," so what?  Well then I'm a citizen of a corrupt, world dominating country, of which I am ashamed of.  Do I move to Canada? No because it's too cold.  Mexico? Ummm I wouldn't last very long... I "stay and fight"! but what does that involve?  What if it is not true?  Then I just keep living my life hoping the economy picks up and that I find a job that I will be able to help things move along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I guess in either case the outcome is the same, something needs to be done regardless of the worlds current situation.  I need to get involved and start paying attention to my surroundings and just hope that all hell doesn't break loose for a little while longer so I can enjoy using petroleum to make my motorcycle move 15,000 miles this year.  (just to brag thats 300 gallons of gas and I'm willing to pay around 5 dollars a gallon totaling 1500 dollars for one AMAZING summer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What my problem is, is what does it mean to get involved.  The underlying problem as I see it  has got out of control.  The World/USA has so many bad habits it is impossible to do anything that will make a difference.  I know I have a bad attitude but what do I have to work with?  I hear all the talk that we need to do something because it is us (along with the future generations) that will have to live with the resulting problems.  So the actual dumb asses that got us into this again cop out and spread the blame...  They say that it is our generation that has to deal with it for our future generations to live.  The damn generation that is passing all the blame is STILL ****ing us over so they can live their lives the way they are used to.  Not only that but it is rubbing off on our generation too, its not enough that all our generation has to deal with it but most of them still have all the same bad habits that got us into this.  Why do I even care about this hopeless situation?  Why cant I live it up and just die like my previous generation? Why do I have to care?  I just want to mind my own business and live my lame pointless existence the way I want, just like every other 6.7 billion human being on this earth.  I can go on and on and on and on but where does that get us? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I guess like my first topic, so what? Either way this is how it is right?  Fine.  I'm not a leader, I don't know anything when it comes to making a difference.  I don't like politics and again know nothing about them.  I guess I'll be an "example" I'll live meagerly and recycle and reduce my consumption on the worlds resources while nothing changes.  That's POINTLESS, action needs to be taken.  The dumb ass previous generation needs to change and stop everything they're doing bad and start doing something good.  Or give us, the generation that has to deal with this control.  and not just keep saying oh it's your problem, it's our fault but it's your problem while they keep their destructive habits the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I think part of my problem is I have realized this for along time and that is why I am so negative and have this bad attitude toward most everything, why I have no passion about anything, basically why I'm a looser that is pretty much depressed and hates himself and his situation and everything around him, basically why I'm miserable.  I epitomize the phrase generation X, that my prior generation gives people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Thats the way it is.  What do I do to change?  What action do I act on?  How do I change all I have ever been?  I'm not outgoing around people I don't know.  This doesn't make a good political leader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I've suppressed my thoughts for years and have let people walk on me, it's basically all I know.  How can I make a difference?  Trivial, pointless, meaningless, waste makes up our news, it's the classic "elephant in the room" nobody wants to deal with it or knows how so it is just ignored.  It's the same way in the church and the churches PR doesn't help anything... re: the recent Tom Hanks blip serious Monson you need to do something about whoever is running your PR because I hope someday you regret the things that have been put out into the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As you can see between the worlds problem and dealing with the church I am in a corner and cannot get out.  I have been literally beaten by all aspects that should have been helping me become a contributing member of society and now I cower at my responsibilities.  Is there any hope?  Has my life been ruined?  Can I overcome all this and make a difference?  What will be the initial trigger that will start the uncontrollable force that wants to lash out and avenge my character in retaliation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-7470804749188873539?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/7470804749188873539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=7470804749188873539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7470804749188873539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7470804749188873539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-previous-generation.html' title='to the previous generation'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-931149009449591217</id><published>2009-01-15T21:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:42:08.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just another post...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is today but I got really down/blue... one of my classes slapped reality in my face and I don't think I will be the same again.  (seriously) I don't know what the truth is but what was brought to my attention does add up and it makes sense.  I like most don't want to believe it though.  I really don't want to talk about it but maybe I will later. &lt;br /&gt;I then had to talk to my father cause I have put it off for like months and he was complaining to my brother.  I don't believe he is so naive when it comes to reality it's very annoying.  I guess I shouldn't complain, I talk to him literally for 2 minutes or less and then don't have to for months.  I just have to remember it's really not that bad. &lt;br /&gt;The history behind this is long and dirty but like I said it pisses me off that he is so oblivious to the truth.  It's obvious that I avoid him and don't want to deal with him but when I do give him two minuets it's so fake that it just pisses me off.  SO this is still not making any sense but this is one of the reasons I don't want to come out because it would induce discussion in our family that I really don't want to deal with right now.  The discussion I refer to has nothing to do with me being gay but the truth that our family is more dysfunctional then most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO between these two events is why I'm feeling like I just want to walk away from being a responsible adult.  I don't know what I'd do though so I guess I just see what tomorrow brings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY the fuck is the news SO incredibly horrible at reporting anything that has to due with news.  ughhhhhhh example: fox 13 was talking about the US Airways plane that crash landed into the Hudson was due to a flock of birds, then the newscaster said rescue crews "plucked" the passengers to safety... (sorry but I guess everything is more annoying when your annoyed...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-931149009449591217?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/931149009449591217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=931149009449591217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/931149009449591217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/931149009449591217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-another-post.html' title='just another post...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-2353089860368811400</id><published>2009-01-02T22:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:19:14.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bragging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SV70qVTbnFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k2E6gUUkGas/s1600-h/sugartrib496_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SV70qVTbnFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k2E6gUUkGas/s400/sugartrib496_0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286932020689869906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTES are 13 - 0 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we are pretty much the best college in America...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so the the trib doesn't sue me thats where the picture is from...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-2353089860368811400?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/2353089860368811400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=2353089860368811400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2353089860368811400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2353089860368811400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/01/bragging.html' title='bragging'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SV70qVTbnFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k2E6gUUkGas/s72-c/sugartrib496_0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-7476199785212231378</id><published>2009-01-02T13:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:11:41.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 09</title><content type='html'>I'm sure everyone has heard of Father Mychal Judge, a chaplain for the NYFD who died in the 9/11 attacks.  I remember hearing about him but knew nothing about him.  Over the holiday I have been at my friends house and he subscribes to netflix (which I am a HUGE fan of now... you can stream tons of movies onto your TV instantly...).  I watched a documentary entitled "The Saint of 9/11" in general it was really well done but in it they talked about how he was gay.  This was totally insane, I was caught off guard that this man who is in part a hero that many many people look up to is gay and it gave me hope at the same time.  I know that all the people around him knew this and they still respected him, I also know there are many people that aren't phased by gay people.  I think that the LDS church is on a different level, and definitely Utah is too.  What has to be done to get the church caught up to current times? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this year has in store for me, I HOPEFULLY will graduate and then in my mind I will start living my life.  I know there are flaws in this way of thinking but I will be freed from family expectations and will move on with my life.  (yes there are many exceptions to this including marriage and the fact that I'm gay... but that will all be dealt with in time...)  I think that is why I'm so excited/nervous for this year because I know that at the end of it I will be somewhere but I have no idea where.  As in previous years I knew that at the end I would still be going to school and that was pretty much it, now I should be done and have no clue what the end of this year will bring.  That is why I say I can actually start living my life.  I am completely excited but at the same time a little worried.  There is so much worth living for and I want so much out of my life but I know that I will get overwhelmed and become depressed at points.  I just hope things work out for the best.  I thought at the beginning of 2008 that it was going to be a good year and that something amazing was going to happen but I don't remember thinking anything else, so I guess I was just a little early in my thinking.  Now this year I know that in 363 days I hope I will look back and be amazed at it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a list of resolutions/goals (more goals...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. GRADUATE&lt;br /&gt;b. go to Alaska&lt;br /&gt;c. have a budget/"get out of debt"&lt;br /&gt;d. become "at peace" with myself (remember the experiences that I have witnessed that make me want to live...)&lt;br /&gt;e. figure out a direction to take my "new" life&lt;br /&gt;f. move somewhere with warmer winters...&lt;br /&gt;g. stay close to people I have met that give me hope/reason to live (including moho's and whoever else)&lt;br /&gt;h. come out to my family?&lt;br /&gt;i. maybe some type of relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends that if nothing else happens but at the end of the year I have graduated I will be completely satisfied/euphoric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-7476199785212231378?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/7476199785212231378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=7476199785212231378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7476199785212231378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7476199785212231378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-09.html' title='20 09'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-1418579528290226328</id><published>2008-12-20T00:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:16:58.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"haha"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SUyaWIgDskI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fJPCbLKJCWA/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SUyaWIgDskI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fJPCbLKJCWA/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281766168028492354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, it is self explanatory, if you recognize me and you know me don't make a big deal out of it ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and it was amazing, it was not just because what everybody knows about it, it goes way deeper on so many levels...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-1418579528290226328?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/1418579528290226328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=1418579528290226328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1418579528290226328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1418579528290226328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha.html' title='&quot;haha&quot;'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SUyaWIgDskI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fJPCbLKJCWA/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-6128900181426066747</id><published>2008-12-13T21:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:32:39.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>freakn a&lt;br /&gt;what is it with the world... I'm sick of this monotony called life, I keep waiting for something new and exciting but it never will come...&lt;br /&gt;I saw the end of a movie called "I am David" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U-ayK9m0f_Q basically it's about a boy that was a prisoner in WWII and  is trying to find something in Denmark... it turns out his mom wrote a book about the whole thing and was famous and he was able to leave his horrible childhood behind for a brighter future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or do other people wish something like this would happen to them?  I am always secretly hoping that my life will take a dramatic turn for the better... I hoped when I turned 18 that someone would say ha it was all a joke and your a rich millionaire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I should realize that this is never going to happen and I make my own success... obviously I'm not very good at it because I'm failing one of my classes and I don't even care, I have two papers to write for it and every time I think of them I make myself sick.  I don't even care that it will drop my graduating GPA below 3.0 if I ever get that far... so yes I realize that this is part of my problem but I really don't know what to do about it.  I have always had a problem with hating my miserable life but somehow I get through it, now this makes things harder...&lt;br /&gt;It seems everything always comes back to this and I should do something about it but what?  I don't want to got to a psychiatrist but maybe thats my answer... whatever I'm going on vacation for 3 weeks and this blasted year is almost over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-6128900181426066747?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/6128900181426066747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=6128900181426066747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/6128900181426066747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/6128900181426066747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/12/freakn-what-is-it-with-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8005234349613210019</id><published>2008-12-08T22:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:47:45.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finals</title><content type='html'>I know by writing this I may get some flack and just saying that maybe I need to change something but right now I have absolutely no desire to live... (NO I AM NOT REFERRING TO ANYTHING TO DO WITH SUICIDE...) I pretty much know basically why I feel this way but I don't know what to do about it.  I have this class and every time I have an assignment due I dread it and put it off and hate it, somehow I usually get it done but not without a lot of pain and misery.  Just saying this should throw out all kinds of sirens and lights, but I don't know what to do.  I have no desire to finish the class even though I know I could probably pass it if I just wrote the stupid paper (and I hope I write it) I know I have so much to live for but I don't understand how something like this can cripple every aspect of my life.   I have literally been sitting in front of my computer for days I have quite a bit of [good] research and all I have to do is write the freakn thing.&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be friday in an instant and whatever happens will be in the past and I know I will make it to friday regardless what happens, I just wish I didn't have to suffer through whatever it is that happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8005234349613210019?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8005234349613210019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8005234349613210019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8005234349613210019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8005234349613210019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals.html' title='finals'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-1402852973731588438</id><published>2008-12-06T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:34:53.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>milk</title><content type='html'>so I woke up this morning and was thinking it might be fun if whoever wanted to get together and go watch milk...  as far as I can tell its only in one theater in slc (im not sure about provo...) so yeah whatever works... im gonna go watch it sometime but if people wanted we could get together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-1402852973731588438?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/1402852973731588438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=1402852973731588438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1402852973731588438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1402852973731588438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/12/milk.html' title='milk'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-5874894856460037712</id><published>2008-12-05T09:14:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:28:11.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>venting... beware...</title><content type='html'>curse so I'm going to vent and I don't want sympathy I just have to say this and forget about it&lt;br /&gt;I know profanity isn't necessary but I'm sure it will be in here so beware...&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I woke up at 6:30 am for a follow up visit to my dermatologist.  I went in and it was the same routine, he looks at me for literally 30 secs and says "It looks good" and I leave...&lt;br /&gt;today I was charged 84 dollars... usually it's only 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't say anything because I was like what the fuck in my head and I didn't want to deal with it... (I might call up billing later but I don't even care anymore..) I owe this guy over 2500 dollars and I've paid him about 1000 so far.  I don't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insurance&lt;/span&gt; and at first he was discounting everything because of that...&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'm taking out a student loan this semester if I ever finish the paper work and guess where it's all going yeah I forgot to say they started charging me interest every month with out telling me.  I'm just going to pay it off and forget about it.  if I didn't get the point across I'm fucking pissed about the whole situation and even though I could do a hell of a lot with 2500 not even considering its a loan that I will have to pay back I wouldn't care if I bought 2500 dollars worth of gum drops and threw them away I feel I would get more for my money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might ask why I have a 3500 dollar bill at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dermatologist&lt;/span&gt;... well I'm very vain and I didn't like my nose... so yeah I guess I should say god hates me cause I'm gay and so for whatever reason I have skin cancer (just so nobody freaks out it is NOT melanoma, melanoma is the only deadly kind of skin cancer.  I've had it since I was 20 but found out about it last summer) regardless it is bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;venting ends...(kind of)&lt;br /&gt;on another note as I was riding home I realized I needed to get gas and I was going to stop at a chevron that was on my way home but I never made it... gas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mileage&lt;/span&gt; drops during the winter due to how they refine it (during the winter the refineries do something I can't remember what exactly to make it work better in colder weather) so my calculations on when I need to get gas are off... anyway this is my email that got posted on www.payitforwardtoday.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="609403960418021700"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-style: italic;" class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://payitforwardnow.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-gasoline-and-pif.html"&gt;Giving Gasoline and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PIF&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I figured I'd write you with my own type of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PIF&lt;/span&gt; that was directed at me. I ride a motorcycle and I know relatively to the mile when I need to get gas.  Well this morning I pushed it too far, I was not too far from a gas station but far enough that it would of been a pain to push the bike to the station.  When it happened I only could blame myself.  I pushed it into a neighborhood and I guess someone getting ready for work saw me and came out saying he had a gas can he would let me use, I thought sweet that way I won't have to buy one.  When he brought it out and handed it to me it was full, it caught me off guard and I didn't know what to say, all I needed was a few ounces to save me a bunch of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really independent and I have never really been in a situation where I was the one that needed help but I was very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;greatful&lt;/span&gt; for the guy going out of his way to make my life a lot easier when he could of just ignored the whole situation.  I didn't know how to thank him other then just to say thank you, and to continue to "pay it forward"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I don't know, I don't think the trouble that I would of encountered would add up to the difference of the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; dollars I had to overpay my doctor but it actually made my day quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt; better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-5874894856460037712?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/5874894856460037712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=5874894856460037712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5874894856460037712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5874894856460037712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/12/venting-beware.html' title='venting... beware...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-2690457509070093284</id><published>2008-12-02T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:20:38.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>I went to my aunts house which is somewhere quite a few hours away from here (I don't know why I care about anonymity but whatever) I rode with my cousins family and looking back I don't know why, I thought I would do homework but that didn't happen. anyway the main point of this blog was I stopped wearing my "g's" the beginning of this year sometime but nobody has mentioned anything to me. I have thought about what I would say if someone questioned me but not in any depth and not for awhile. It was bound to happen and I guess I knew if anyone were to say something it would be my aunt. (she was cooking dinner while I chit chatted with her...) I was caught off guard and didn't know what to say (it was like a deer in the headlights, I haven't experienced many of these experiences...) so I think she realized it and dropped it, with only a few moments of awkward silence following it was relatively painless... or was it? I don't know what to do, I am looking for reasons to come out but I don't want to bother people with their lives, my aunt is a very nice lady, I think since my mom died, they were sisters in a small family my uncle is the "black sheep" that nobody talks about, she has kind of "taken in" my brother and I since we're still single. so whats my point? I don't want to bother her with this, she might be helpful in offering advice and what not but she is one of the "churchy" people, and thats what her answers would consist of... obviously I'm judging her but should I "bother" her with this? (yes I know she asked about it, but she doesn't realize what that answer really consists of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, I have 2 weeks till I fly to the east coast to hang out with friends for 3 weeks ! all I have to do is write about 30 pages of B.S. and take 2 tests...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-2690457509070093284?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/2690457509070093284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=2690457509070093284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2690457509070093284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2690457509070093284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-4707674783357442208</id><published>2008-11-21T07:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:39:39.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gay eharmony?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so this could be good news for some people... I really don't know why eharmony was "forced" into this, other then the initial costs of setting it up they will make "bank" after... but whatever... just don't go onto ksl and read the comments cause like usual they've made a big deal out of it... again whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Online dating site eHarmony will now provide same-sex matches as part of a settlement of a lawsuit filed by a gay man in New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;Under the terms of the settlement, the matchmaking Web site will launch a new service called "Compatible Partners" next year.&lt;br /&gt;The settlement does not set any legal precedent, but legal experts in Utah say matchmaking sites here could still suffer as a result.&lt;br /&gt;"eHarmony is one of the largest and most established entities in the industry. Now, unfortunately, others will be forced, practically, to fall into line," said legal expert Chris Dexter.&lt;br /&gt;We contacted several of the Utah-based dating Web sites today, but no one wanted to comment.&lt;br /&gt;- ksl.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-4707674783357442208?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/4707674783357442208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=4707674783357442208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4707674783357442208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4707674783357442208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/11/gay-eharmony.html' title='gay eharmony?'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-756201772210909880</id><published>2008-11-18T15:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:38:01.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAY IT FORWARD</title><content type='html'>so this is going on right now... I don't think it matters if you donate but the idea behind it is what matters... so if you have some time check it out, I don't think it works without internet explorer? I tried safari and firefox and then went to the library and logged onto a windows based computer... so yeah this is the site (it goes till midnight central time...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pifwebcast.com/"&gt;http://www.pifwebcast.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you miss it, the blog is at &lt;a href="http://www.payitforwardtoday.org/"&gt;http://www.payitforwardtoday.org/&lt;/a&gt; just read the stories and pay it forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that I would post my expirence with PIF so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;Last year I volunteered to do service for the salt lake county aging services by driving elderly in county cars to doctors apointments. One day the supervisor handed me a PIF bracelet and I thought that's cool (I've seen the movie so I knew what it was) I've worn it off and on. I tried visiting the .net site when it wasn't working. I hadn't thought about for awhile now till last week when I heard your interview on one of the country stations I was flipping through and for some reason stopped and listened. I had no idea that you were from here and that you do this all on your own! That's amazing... I obviosly started wearing it again and would love to pick up a hand full to give out... I don't mind stopping by so you don't have to pay for shipping or ill give my address at the end... I am a UofU student that will hopfully grad. in may with an environmental studies degree, I think PIF and the enviroment go hand in hand, if people are good to each other then they will treat the environment better and if the environment is healthier people will be happier... anyway what's going on nov.18 and will there be any local gathering? Anyway thanks for everything I now regularly read the PIF today blogs, it gives me hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since had different opertunities to give out the braclets and even though they're not anything big, I'm sure it atleast has helped somebody's day a little easier... (and hopfully it will continue from there...)&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-756201772210909880?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/756201772210909880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=756201772210909880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/756201772210909880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/756201772210909880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-it-forward_18.html' title='PAY IT FORWARD'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-8485745015024595254</id><published>2008-11-16T18:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:43:47.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay It Forward...</title><content type='html'>So I wanted to put more effort into this post but lately I've been in a constant rush...  This Tuesday there is going to be this huge event this is the following statement from the website (&lt;a href="http://www.payitforwardtoday.org"&gt;www.payitforwardtoday.org&lt;/a&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;HUGE Worldwide Pay It Forward event coming to a Computer near you on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 18th&lt;/span&gt;. We plan on making history &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 18th&lt;/span&gt; so please join us. Mark your calendars and be sure to spread the word amongst your family and friends. We hope to have the support of millions of people that day to make this a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“World Changing Event”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of October 22nd we have distributed over 350,000 bracelets to over 50 countries all at no charge and our Goal is to get to 1 billion bracelets. They say you have to think so why not think BIG! This is very lofty goal but there is simply no way we will give up until we make it happen. There is a great saying to go along with any goal, “if you really want to make something happen you will find a way, if you don’t you will find an excuse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets’ Change the world together!&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are actually locally based out of Utah.  I requested some bracelets and they sent me a box out...  I'll write my "story" about how I heard about them tomorrow but I wanted to get this up so ya'll would be aware of it... the basic theme I think for tuesday is just to remember to "pay it forward" but I think it is going to be kinda like a fund raiser type thing... please don't let that be a reason not to look into it... I really have no clue what it is going to consist of but if you have some time look into it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-8485745015024595254?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/8485745015024595254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=8485745015024595254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8485745015024595254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/8485745015024595254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay It Forward...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3734260019169130211</id><published>2008-11-13T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:45:29.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Saturday Equality March....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SRyrFp0uGyI/AAAAAAAAABs/bV0l_x6NWio/s1600-h/flyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SRyrFp0uGyI/AAAAAAAAABs/bV0l_x6NWio/s400/flyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268273777731312418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know much about this I just got the email from the U's LGBTQ center... but I haven't heard anything about it otherwise so I was putting it up so people can see it....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3734260019169130211?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3734260019169130211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3734260019169130211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3734260019169130211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3734260019169130211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-saturday-equality-march.html' title='This Saturday Equality March....'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SRyrFp0uGyI/AAAAAAAAABs/bV0l_x6NWio/s72-c/flyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3817555438548134038</id><published>2008-11-05T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:17:25.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summing up life...</title><content type='html'>there are so many thoughts going through my head right now and none of them have to do with my big test I haven't begun to study for in just under 4 hours... the first is how long can I live before I come to a breaking point and just give up?  I've said I will not commit suicide but really with the church I don't see a different option, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to be a pawn in this game of gods...&lt;/span&gt;  I have said I have moved on but having the church ingrained into your life is a hard thing to give up, I look to the quote of Stuart Matis's bishop something to the effect of if its a choice between life and death choose life... but it is not good enough, I spend most of my waking moments thinking of directly/indirectly of what my life means because I am gay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is quoted off &lt;a href="http://areyou1too.blogspot.com/2008/11/letter-to-friend.html"&gt;are you one too&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, it is his friend speaking of what I have always thought but never put into word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I greatly fear that this will be the main issue which will divide the Church, as has been prophesied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bring my family into this because if it is all true and they did support me then I'm bringing them down the wrong path... (though I believe the diehards will have to answer to god they will be more in the right then those who chose otherwise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way I am screwed im probably not going to hell but it's a lose lose situation... so why do I try? maybe there is a little hope? but in reality there are things I want to do/experience before I end up in some middle class after life or I decompose back into the elements... I do not want to / I will not be in the middle of the "issue which will divide the Church, as has been prophesied"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this was rushed and it doesn't get all my points that I have wanted to make but it is the basics, I don't know what will happen but for now I am going to continue living my lame existence, I really need to focus on school for whatever purpose I don't know why but I can't focus so much on this, I don't know how but I guess I am going to force myself to focus on school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the election I look forward to the "change" promised by Obama but like most human beings I am afraid of the initial steps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3817555438548134038?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3817555438548134038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3817555438548134038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3817555438548134038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3817555438548134038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/11/summing-up-life.html' title='summing up life...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3938809373774008728</id><published>2008-11-03T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:01:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last minute prop 8</title><content type='html'>this is the latest thing in the prop 8 news in utah... it is pretty dramatic but I don't think it is anything unfair/dirty... but whatever this is the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q28UwAyzUkE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q28UwAyzUkE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the churches reply&lt;br /&gt;The Church has released a statement responding to the ad, stating: "The Church has joined a broad-based coalition in defense of traditional marriage. While we feel this is important to all of society, we have always emphasized that respect be given to those who feel differently on this issue. It is unfortunate that some who oppose this proposition have not given the Church this same courtesy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would disagree but even if the "church" has emphasized respect the members have not.  I know it goes both ways just read the comments from this on ksl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=4697796"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=4697796&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it will all be over tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3938809373774008728?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3938809373774008728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3938809373774008728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3938809373774008728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3938809373774008728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-minute-prop-8.html' title='last minute prop 8'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-6510679947688938560</id><published>2008-10-29T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:17:59.600-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pif'/><title type='text'>me positive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SQjA8eUpa5I/AAAAAAAAABE/hgl7fJ_Mn48/s1600-h/picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SQjA8eUpa5I/AAAAAAAAABE/hgl7fJ_Mn48/s400/picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262668309746772882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha, so today I don't know why but I'm having a GREAT day... so far everything has worked out in my favor... first off I don't want to jinx myself but I do want to put it in writing so I can remember this day...&lt;br /&gt;I kinda think I know a few reasons why this might be,&lt;br /&gt;for whatever reason I had a good attitude when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about a movement called pay it forward today ( &lt;a href="http://www.payitforwardtoday.org/"&gt;www.payitforwardtoday.org&lt;/a&gt; ) it is based off the movie and it is two local guys in SLC that give out the free silicon bracelets to remind people to "PIF"  I emailed them and they sent me out a box with like 100 or so bracelets to give out.  The PIF idea has really made me start thinking about helping others and reading the stories of people in action also makes me want to do it myself... I don't want to say that it has "changed my life" but for the past week it is on my mind.  Instead of never thinking about helping someone unless they're bleeding to death because a metior fell from the sky, I am now looking for simple ways that I could make someones day better... so yeah we'll see what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-6510679947688938560?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/6510679947688938560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=6510679947688938560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/6510679947688938560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/6510679947688938560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-positive.html' title='me positive?'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SQjA8eUpa5I/AAAAAAAAABE/hgl7fJ_Mn48/s72-c/picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-1213673226155392381</id><published>2008-10-26T23:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:20:00.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>re: hope</title><content type='html'>again it is late and again I have a 5 page paper due tomorrow that I haven't started writing... what is wrong with me...?  I have been dealing with and accepted being gay for close to 3 years now (I'm not out) but I still think about it constantly... the video circulating around about hope a quote from harvey milk I guess is something that I need to take to heart... I really don't give myself credit for being smart/successful I think it is part of being so negative for so long, but when it comes to school I have to force myself to complete an assignment and it is done at the last minute and very half ass... I have NO ambition I have NO hope... I don't know how to find it either...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I kind of enjoy my life... since I dropped out of the church I have truly stopped hating myself and I can live day to day pretty happy... now the next step would be hope I guess and I need to figure out how to find it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-1213673226155392381?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/1213673226155392381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=1213673226155392381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1213673226155392381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/1213673226155392381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/10/re-hope.html' title='re: hope'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-7087673169348718866</id><published>2008-10-21T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:30:46.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>so I am standing in line to vote... I really don't know why either, I haven't exactly made up my mind who I will end up picking but I don't think it matters, I live in utah so that means mccain will win... I like things from both and I don't like things from both... my vote doesn't really count and I really don't want either, I've heard pick the lesser of two evils and I've also heard if you don't vote you can't complain I think its all BS and will waste my vote on nader even though I know nothing of what he stands for but I know he won't win and its like a protest? &lt;br /&gt;as for other news, my new g1 phone is waiting for me to get home... it was a big sacrifice fot a pretty pointless act...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-7087673169348718866?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/7087673169348718866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=7087673169348718866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7087673169348718866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7087673169348718866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-5176154713653098747</id><published>2008-10-13T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:49:08.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>another week</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is, maybe its just the stupid economic news... some could say oh its cause your not living the "gospel" I don't care what it is though I just want to feel loved... I was watching brother's and sister's I know its sappy but the gay couple on it made me jealous yeah its TV but it would be so nice just to have someone that loved you...&lt;br /&gt;another thing on my mind is all the news with cali and prop 8... I don't know what it is but I really don't understand why anybody gives a fuck ... mohointx brought it up and got a few good comments, I mean obviously I'm already going to hell so why hold back...?  anyway where is there peace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-5176154713653098747?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/5176154713653098747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=5176154713653098747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5176154713653098747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/5176154713653098747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-week.html' title='another week'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-2177362138823235941</id><published>2008-10-05T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:15:42.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow&lt;br /&gt;so as I was waking up (this morning) I had conf. on... it was all the same till monson... that was deep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-2177362138823235941?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/2177362138823235941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=2177362138823235941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2177362138823235941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2177362138823235941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-so-as-i-was-waking-up-i-had-conf.html' title=''/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-2712446440146292070</id><published>2008-10-01T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T15:04:47.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>I wrote the following earlier thus week and I've been thinking a lot about it so as follows is what I wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it is inevitable that I will come out to the world.  Since I have come to that conclusion, I think it will be happening sooner then later... I realized that this is my life and there are so many people in the world that regret so much.  I regret more then so much, so I figure its time for a change, it's time for me to take control of my life.  I don't know exactly how I'm going to do that (and I'm up for advice) but I need to start now or I will just keep living this empty life... I also need to give up all the hatred in my life, I don't know which will be harder..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I was thinking that though I have have a ton of inner turmoil and parts of my life are misrable overall I like how it is, if I came out I know I would still be loved if even loved more... but things would change, for the most part it would be better but I don't have control of what would happen and once it was out to the world my life would change and I don't know what I would become... it seems like I will ever be at a cross road because the option will always be there...(untill it happens) I guess im going in circles so ill drop it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its conf. weekend I didn't realize that... has anything been said about "sga"... yeah I figured there wouldn't... owell maybe next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-2712446440146292070?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/2712446440146292070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=2712446440146292070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2712446440146292070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2712446440146292070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/10/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-4972456823734342963</id><published>2008-09-30T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:47:44.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>ok I should be starting a paper right now that is due tomorrow afternoon but I guess I won't get very far tonight.  so this is whats on my mind, I know that it will cause some commotion in the moho world but its the truth in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I am going to my friends house on the east coast over the holidays and I'm thinking I'm gonna get drunk... the weird thing is that as I have thought about it I get sick to my stomach, but everything else in my life that isn't up to the church's standards I'm fine with... I guess I'll see what happens, I have always thought that drinking is a waste of money and it's not worth the side effects and even if I wasn't lds I wouldn't really drink...  I guess its just one of those things where you draw the line even if it has nothing to do with the church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I'll probably be going to the matis fireside next week(?) depending on the weather...(I might even catch a ride with somebody from slc area...)  I don't want to be one of those people that acts like they're a good little mormon boy but they do everything under the sun when nobodies looking... I'm just trying to figure out life... I don't judge anybody for how they live their life and so I guess I don't want people to look down at me, I know that is hypocritical especially since I just generalized a group.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for everything else I'm just living day to day.  its late and this doesn't make much sense I'm sure so I think I will just go to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-4972456823734342963?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/4972456823734342963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=4972456823734342963' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4972456823734342963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4972456823734342963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts...'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-9027529750542658069</id><published>2008-09-16T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:56:48.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>really there isn't anything new with me. &lt;br /&gt;School started, I wait till the last minute to start an assignment and when it's finished it doesn't really matter if it is quality or not (yes I could start earlier and put some effort into it but why).  I've had a few things I thought about blogging about but I didn't get around to it and now I don't remember what they were...&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see this is pretty pointless but I am putting off doing a paper that I don't want to deal with...&lt;br /&gt;I still feel empty and like my life has no meaning or direction but nobody cares either way, I guess part of my problem is I don't really have friends that I hang out with but I can't find any (I don't try too hard but I don't really know where to start)  being gay or dealing with it is always on my mind, I know I said I'm happier but I still can't move on&lt;br /&gt;anyways till I come up with something better I guess this is where I'll shut up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-9027529750542658069?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/9027529750542658069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=9027529750542658069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/9027529750542658069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/9027529750542658069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/09/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-2578751633728950062</id><published>2008-07-30T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:23:14.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the movie AI artificial inteligence</title><content type='html'>I don't know if any of you have seen it but its pretty much the fairytale of Pinocchio but I think that part really hit me because I'm sure like most I have "prayed" wishing to be a "normal boy" or something to that affect. And I feel like I would do it for 2000 years and somehow see the product of all my pleading crumble before my eyes... (if you watched the movie you would understand the true pure desire he had going into this) so whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMZpqiUFKHI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMZpqiUFKHI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other part of the plot was him wanting to see his mom again and yeah pretty much thats all I want... even to say "I love you" one more time and "goodbye" so I guess I'm not good at getting my point across but some may understand...&lt;br /&gt;till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-2578751633728950062?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/2578751633728950062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=2578751633728950062' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2578751633728950062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2578751633728950062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-ai-artificial-inteligence.html' title='the movie AI artificial inteligence'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3354780231304628946</id><published>2008-07-25T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:40:56.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>so as the summer goes on I realize all the things I have been putting off for the fall semester... things have been better in my life since I started accepting myself but I still have a lack of desire to do simple things (school homework and registering for school) and then it piles up and turns big... I don't know why my life can't move forward.  I feel so empty but at least im kinda happy, I look back at these same points in my life where I felt the same way and I was misrable(sp) so its a improvement?  anyway im going to bed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3354780231304628946?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3354780231304628946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3354780231304628946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3354780231304628946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3354780231304628946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/07/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-7896349107717442751</id><published>2008-07-11T05:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:19:57.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>matis fireside</title><content type='html'>so I don't know how many people will read this by monday evening but I found out the matis fireside is monday evening... I went once along time ago by myself and felt totally awkward I left right after the speaker was done... so I don't need a ride just somebody to sit next to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-7896349107717442751?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/7896349107717442751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=7896349107717442751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7896349107717442751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/7896349107717442751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/07/matis-fireside.html' title='matis fireside'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-2664772924957590174</id><published>2008-06-25T23:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T23:53:33.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bishop apt.</title><content type='html'>so I scheduled an apt. with my bishop like 2 weeks ago for tonight at 8:30, when I showed up he was like 2 hours behind and I was like screw this... I waited for awhile and I read vansons last post and that made me really think... I left cause I had to go to the store and then I ate dinner and went back (I knew it would be a very long time before I felt like going again) and read "no more goodbyes" ( a very GOOD book but more on that later...) when I finally went into talk to him I was just tired and figured he was too I came out and told him I was gay and that I felt like I have a lack of confidence... well he is a very business type man and he is very rich, he said he would rather direct me to a professional that knows how to deal with it... has anybody heard of "dan gray" he has a book out about pornography through desert book but yeah the bishop said not to worry about it and he will take care of everything, well I figure what the hell... anyway then he tried to walk me through building confidence and I was like this is going nowhere, I guess my attitude is I'm pretty much done with the church, I'm not anti or anything but I'll see how this goes and yeah thats that... I am writing my post on carol lynn pearson book so heads up...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-2664772924957590174?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/2664772924957590174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=2664772924957590174' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2664772924957590174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2664772924957590174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/06/bishop-apt.html' title='bishop apt.'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-4358350054591408147</id><published>2008-04-23T06:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:55:18.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in two days it will be 7 years since my mom died... I just woke up from a dream I had about her.  it seems so long ago but at the same time it seems just like yesterday.  either way I still miss her, I wonder how things would be different if she was still here.  if I ever come out how would she react?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is almost over for the summer and im glade... except for finals... this semester went really good though I enjoyed my classes and I learned quite abit... I got a job in slc so im stuck here all summer.  as I randomly read other peoples posts I see that a lot of people are willing to hang out... I think I just need some friends so if someone is bored this summer we should do something sometime?  I plan on traveling a lot as far as my two day leash allows I need to put more than 10,000 miles on my bike this summer to beat last years record...  I think that would be worth 650 dollars in gas to see everything utah and its surroundings has to offer... owell time will tell how the summer turns out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-4358350054591408147?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/4358350054591408147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=4358350054591408147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4358350054591408147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/4358350054591408147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-two-days-it-will-be-7-years-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-3768061865767841484</id><published>2007-11-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:52:20.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Friday mornings I volunteer to drive senior citizens to doctor appointments across Salt Lake county.  My first pick up was is Sandy City and as I dropped down one of the many hills there was a cop at the bottom waiting for the unlucky person who was not paying attention.   My first ever speeding  ticket was received shortly thereafter.  Did I mention I was doing service for old people...?  (I'm not bitter, really...)  I guess it had to happen someday and this is probably the best way it could have happened since I don't feel bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my life, my best friend is under the impression that I need to out myself to my dad.  I can see her point, that I need to get over it and move on with my life and in telling him that I'm gay will be the hardest thing I have to do so then I can just move on.  There are a few little problems though, I have never got along with him and we don't see eye to eye.  SO thats not a big deal I don't care, things can't get any worse then they already are.  In the past when I was to the point of telling him it was because of spite, now it is just because...  It is the way it is, and if he can't deal with it o'well.  At the same time I never want to tell him or my family because I want to deal with this on my own.  When life comes to an end I  want them to be surprised that I kept it to myself and delt with it by myself.  That might not make sense, but I see the flaws in it and I know what I have to do.  Its  just when will it happen, if my friend gets her way it will be this weekend.  So we'll see what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-3768061865767841484?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/3768061865767841484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=3768061865767841484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3768061865767841484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/3768061865767841484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-friday-mornings-i-volunteer-to-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9005949118425221992.post-2724923205767744792</id><published>2007-11-12T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:50:06.075-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begining'/><title type='text'>and so it starts</title><content type='html'>I just checked out the book "moby dick".  I REALLY like the first paragraph or so and will type it out at the end of this post.  I like to read but I think that herman melville (1819-1891) the guy that wrote it is just a little to old?  I don't know but other than the first paragraph I can't get into it, I think I would like it but o'well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this has led to what my profile states is my "voyage"  I am really intrigued  by "alex supertramp" the kid the book "into the wild" is about.  I am sick of what my life has been up to this point,  and I am trying to change that.  I am not holding back as much as I used to when it comes to the lame things of life.  I hope though I can control this cause the last thing I want is to go off the deep end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this calls for a little history.  I grew up LDS and I am gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess thats all the history needed...  ok more seriously I join the ranks of the gay lds blogging community though I don't like to follow the norms... I however don't want to get off on the wrong foot.  I am glade I was brought up with the standards I have  but now I need to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is it.   I will try not to hold grudges but they will probably shine through since I am at heart very pessimistic  not having anything to do with my childhood... (see that is an example...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Call me Ishemael.  Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.  It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*violent feelings and displays of irritation or anger...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and regulating the circulation.  Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos (&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* "the blues"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking peoples's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.  This is my substitute for pistol and ball.  With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.  There is nothing surprising in this.  If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The first paragraph of Moby Dick by Herman Melville with subscripts by Hershel Parker and Harrison Hayford "A norton critical edition, second edition" 2001 (so I never paid attention to citing your references in school but I think I gave enough credit to the right people?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9005949118425221992-2724923205767744792?l=bohemian38.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/feeds/2724923205767744792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9005949118425221992&amp;postID=2724923205767744792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2724923205767744792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9005949118425221992/posts/default/2724923205767744792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bohemian38.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-so-it-starts.html' title='and so it starts'/><author><name>Cadence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14678644975979787364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kntoa2EFoRM/SOMQC16kyMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/rD0fSvPkbKk/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
