<?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-4797960078110949591</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:20:41.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Extraordinary Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797960078110949591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle Lynn Rachael Thompson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471452739108453225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4VJHaUHN5g/TikJqP8F3xI/AAAAAAAAABE/sxgg7GOYsBE/s220/DSC02937.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797960078110949591.post-5353832437003616326</id><published>2011-11-14T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:36:45.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Seattle, I Am A Mountaineer.</title><content type='html'>Sooo... consider this &lt;em&gt;take two&lt;/em&gt; of me having a blog. It's not like nothing interesting has been happening in my life lately. Actually, it's been quite the opposite. I'll give a summary and try to keep it semi-brief... &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Seattle! That's right. &lt;strong&gt;I live here&lt;/strong&gt;. Woah. Crazy, &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;? Yeah, it hasn't fully sunk in yet for me either.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I have these random moments where I look around me and realize that THIS is my reality. But for the most part, I suppose that I'm still in the "honeymoon" stage of this new transition.&amp;nbsp; But &lt;u&gt;Seattle&lt;/u&gt;. Yes. It's so different from Utah and I freaking love it.&amp;nbsp;Everything just feels... &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; here. I don't feel like society is living behind this thick facade.&amp;nbsp; I've met some of the most amazing and influential people in my life to date.&amp;nbsp; I guess I'll take a little time to spotlight them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Taylor Nicole Murphy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ahhh shewt. This woman is a straight up star. She has the voice of one of Adele's angels. I enjoy her company &lt;em&gt;oh so much&lt;/em&gt;. She's hilarious and ridiculous always. We met on&amp;nbsp;facebook on the Cornish page way back in like April and I always kinda knew that her and I would turn up being best friends at Cornish. And I was right!&amp;nbsp; She's a gem and I'm so lucky to have her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wea_gFI4b-0/TsD8DynQ49I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hQ1BosXNX6U/s1600/menadtayyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wea_gFI4b-0/TsD8DynQ49I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hQ1BosXNX6U/s320/menadtayyy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zackary Wayne Summers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - My, oh my. This kid... To put it simply, I adore him.&amp;nbsp; I pretty much spend all of my time with him. If you knew him, you'd understand.&amp;nbsp; He is the most genuine person I know, &lt;em&gt;hands down&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't lie. EVER. About anything. Which is what makes him so easy to depend on.&amp;nbsp; And&amp;nbsp;for knowing him for such a brief amount of time, he has taught me so much about myself and life in general.&amp;nbsp; I could ramble on and on about him, but I won't.&amp;nbsp; Basically, if he ever leaves my life, I'd be devastated. So don't do it, Spartan Princess. I love ya too damn much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yRqofkdTb0/TsD8QCe-ktI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ft_uPJwnkyM/s1600/zackjoeyme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1yRqofkdTb0/TsD8QCe-ktI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ft_uPJwnkyM/s320/zackjoeyme.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chesa Greene&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - This girl is the SHIT. She inspires me on a daily basis. In our acting classes, she bring such bright insight to our discussions.&amp;nbsp; Her passion is infectious and her presence is enlightening. I kinda have a girl crush on her too... &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swgAEyqBrqs/TsD8eWbcaNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3nHnyCCXupg/s1600/647.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swgAEyqBrqs/TsD8eWbcaNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3nHnyCCXupg/s320/647.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here are my favorite part, hands down. Cornish in general is treating me well.&amp;nbsp;All of the faculty have so much to offer me. I love the fact that they're all working artists. They all are constantly involved in some kind of project, somewhere. That's another thing, there is SO much live theatre to see! I feel so artistically supported here. This sounds overly dramatic, but my heart is constantly rejuvenated with art and passion every, single&amp;nbsp;morning. I love it! Even if I don't end up staying here for all four years, I know that this is where I'm meant to be at this very moment. &lt;br /&gt;At some point I'm going to have to ramble about my yoga class. It has been a life altering course. Literally.&amp;nbsp; It has brought so much peace to my mind.&amp;nbsp; Since I've taken yoga, I feel myself letting go of my past and futuristic fears and allowing myself to live in the present moment.&amp;nbsp; Obviously this applies to acting, but I never considered applying this to my life. Crazy, heh? Once I did, however, I found everything in general to be far less stressful.&amp;nbsp; I stopped living in the fears of the past and the future, and placed my focus on &lt;strong&gt;the now&lt;/strong&gt;. What a concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my life at this very moment, I'm sick. It's so &lt;em&gt;na-sty&lt;/em&gt;. I haaate it. Hopefully, it'll all be gone by Thursday. Because..... it's my &lt;strong&gt;Birfday!!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so excited! A bunch of us are going to &lt;em&gt;The Cheesecake Factory&lt;/em&gt;. It's gonna be &lt;u&gt;wonderful&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And next week is Thanksgiving Break! &lt;em&gt;Woooooohoo&lt;/em&gt;. No, I'm not going home. I'm going to Zack's. He's such a good guy, for letting me come home with him. He really is the best. &lt;strong&gt;See!&lt;/strong&gt; I &lt;em&gt;told&lt;/em&gt; you I could go on and on. Any who... I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bummed that I'm not going home. Like I said, it feels like I just moved in, and already I'm about to go home. I &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; excited to go home, though. It'll be good to see my family and friends and SPA. It's a little odd though; I've had the privilege to see Taylor's and Zack's home, meet their friends, and see their hometowns.&amp;nbsp; I want to do the same for them! I wish I could take them to Utah, show them my places, my people, my past. But I guess my scrapbook will have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;Well! I feel like that's a pretty good start to revamping this blog. Until next time... &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;strike&gt;d&lt;/strike&gt;j&lt;u&gt;ö&lt;/u&gt;´!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797960078110949591-5353832437003616326?l=myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5353832437003616326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-seattle-i-am-mountaineer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797960078110949591/posts/default/5353832437003616326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797960078110949591/posts/default/5353832437003616326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/2011/11/hello-seattle-i-am-mountaineer.html' title='Hello Seattle, I Am A Mountaineer.'/><author><name>Michelle Lynn Rachael Thompson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471452739108453225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4VJHaUHN5g/TikJqP8F3xI/AAAAAAAAABE/sxgg7GOYsBE/s220/DSC02937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wea_gFI4b-0/TsD8DynQ49I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hQ1BosXNX6U/s72-c/menadtayyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797960078110949591.post-2239589221847009740</id><published>2011-08-16T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T01:16:48.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell cares?</title><content type='html'>Wow. It has almost been a month since I wrote my first post. I guess it's because every time I go to write, I suddenly feel that my blog posts will be too 'lame' or something. Well. &lt;strong&gt;Who the hell cares?&lt;/strong&gt; It's my blog. Don't like it? Go read another, bitch. Don't matter. So... BASICALLY, I'm just going to write whatever the hell is on my mind. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been one full of self realization.&amp;nbsp; I've been away from my friends most of the summer which has made me take a step back from myself and just kinda helped me take a birds eye view of my life.&amp;nbsp; I've realized a few things about myself. I'm not generally considered to be a person who '&lt;em&gt;blends&lt;/em&gt;' or who doesn't like attention, but I've come to realize that fashion-wise, I've only wanted to do the opposite. &lt;strong&gt;That sounds EXTREMELY lame&lt;/strong&gt;... but somewhere along the way I thought that I shouldn't stand out. Well, it actually wasn't 'somewhere along the way' it was when I started to go to public school for the first time. I don't know.. I mean, I already get looks from people because of my height, which I've been embarrassed about. So I just kind of figured that if I was bland about my fashion choices, then I would stop getting that kind of attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it's like, you know what? &lt;strong&gt;WHO CARES!&lt;/strong&gt; I'm tall. &lt;em&gt;So what&lt;/em&gt;. That's not something that I can change. Why should I be ashamed of what I am. I don't need to apologize to anyone about my appearance. And because of my height, I got it in my head that I couldn't wear skirts. Or heels. Someone always had to make a comment about my legs or my height when I did. Well, ladies and gents, I just went out and bought both skirts AND heels. And I've never felt better. I feel like I've got my touch of &lt;em&gt;femininity&lt;/em&gt; back. I want to break out into a chorus of "I Feel Pretty" but other than the words "I feel pretty" I don't know any other words in the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, any-who.. My favorite musical has &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; been Les Miserables. But you probably already knew that. If you didn't, then there's a fun fact for ya. But seriously, I don't think that any other musical will &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; top that one for me. It's just so... amazing. It's brilliant. Every time I watch it, I get emotional and cry like five times. It's just that good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8OXuakHP1E/TkomC-idwXI/AAAAAAAAACE/sp3sxuzs6y0/s1600/les+mis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8OXuakHP1E/TkomC-idwXI/AAAAAAAAACE/sp3sxuzs6y0/s320/les+mis.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the novel this summer, and have been comparing the two. Every time I watch it, I learn something new. I don't know. I feel SO nerdy right now, but watching Jean Valjean's journey is truly inspiring. For him to become so selfless and to take Cosette in and then to let her go. UGH. I try to put myself in that situation and see how&amp;nbsp;I could handle something like that. I would LIKE to say that I would do the same as him. Basically, that's something else that has inspired me. To just do a good deed, without searching for any self-benefit in it. Not saying that I'm some ego-tistical person who never does things to help others, but... you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to completely change the scene... I went to Emily's concert tonight. I missed Mariah sing, which sucked.. But I got to see the other people perform. It was really great to see Em, Bartley, and Sara before I go. Since I probably won't see them until Christmas. Mind you, I was sportin' a brand new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;skirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Which I was very proud of. Once I got home, I talked to Eli for almost two hours. We didn't really talk about ANYTHING. We just.. talked. It was normal. No sweat. I hope I can maintain those conversations with other people once I leave. That's something I'm afraid of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uou13xC5-Z8/Tkomv2s2rbI/AAAAAAAAACI/uSQxODEq3aA/s1600/228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uou13xC5-Z8/Tkomv2s2rbI/AAAAAAAAACI/uSQxODEq3aA/s320/228.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to thing that I should start blogging when I'm more awake. Because I don't&amp;nbsp;even think this will make very much sense, seeing as how it's so dark that I can't even see the keys in front of my face. Well! I will write soon. Maybe.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And I would like to take this opportunity to thank the inventor of &lt;em&gt;spell check&lt;/em&gt;. Which, with out, I would appear extremely unintelligent 80% of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4797960078110949591-2239589221847009740?l=myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2239589221847009740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-hell-cares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797960078110949591/posts/default/2239589221847009740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797960078110949591/posts/default/2239589221847009740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-hell-cares.html' title='Who the hell cares?'/><author><name>Michelle Lynn Rachael Thompson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471452739108453225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4VJHaUHN5g/TikJqP8F3xI/AAAAAAAAABE/sxgg7GOYsBE/s220/DSC02937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8OXuakHP1E/TkomC-idwXI/AAAAAAAAACE/sp3sxuzs6y0/s72-c/les+mis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4797960078110949591.post-7640574538130057123</id><published>2011-07-21T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:19:48.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Location: Seattle.</title><content type='html'>After graduation, everyone tells you that you are starting a new chapter in your life. And then they give you loads of journals to document your new beginning. Well. Not only have I been scribbling away all summer, but I thought it was about time to get with the year &lt;strong&gt;2011&lt;/strong&gt; and finally take up a blog. &lt;em&gt;Woohoo&lt;/em&gt;. Heeere we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to swallow the fact that high school over. I mean, I'm thrilled to be doing bigger things, but... it's just odd. It's like trying to break a habit. No more lockers, crowded hallways, seemingly useless assignments... It's gone. And what's even more strange, is the fact that while it's a thing of the past for me, that's just for me. Some of my friends will still be in that same place, worrying about some of the same high school things as I did. I guess it's so abnormal, because these are the people who I have grown with.&amp;nbsp;They've been there for so much of my learning process, and now... &lt;em&gt;Poof&lt;/em&gt;. New scene, new people, new &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as strange as it is, it's also thrilling. Everything is about to change. Goodbye Utah. Helloooooo Seattle.&amp;nbsp; Talk about polar opposites. Utah the conservative and Seattle the liberal. It's gonna be good, I can tell already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling that I am going to turn into some photography-wanna-be in Seattle. It's so freakin' beautiful there. I just know that I'm going to feel the urge to snap pictures that I'll try to make artsy, and they'll just look foolish. Get ready to laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-who. Seattle is finally setting in. I bought rain boots today. And &lt;strong&gt;that's&lt;/strong&gt; when it hit me. Who knew boots could have such an impact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gRlfc7f9KA/TikU9sPFdKI/AAAAAAAAABw/IG83jIUmAMs/s1600/western-chief-kohls-boots-damask-rain-boots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gRlfc7f9KA/TikU9sPFdKI/AAAAAAAAABw/IG83jIUmAMs/s1600/western-chief-kohls-boots-damask-rain-boots.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I really am so excited. It's hard to contain myself.I can already tell, this new chapter, is going to be one for the record books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ready or not, here I come Seattle!&lt;span&gt;&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/4797960078110949591-7640574538130057123?l=myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7640574538130057123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/location-seattle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797960078110949591/posts/default/7640574538130057123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4797960078110949591/posts/default/7640574538130057123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myextraordinaryjourney.blogspot.com/2011/07/location-seattle.html' title='Location: Seattle.'/><author><name>Michelle Lynn Rachael Thompson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10471452739108453225</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4VJHaUHN5g/TikJqP8F3xI/AAAAAAAAABE/sxgg7GOYsBE/s220/DSC02937.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5gRlfc7f9KA/TikU9sPFdKI/AAAAAAAAABw/IG83jIUmAMs/s72-c/western-chief-kohls-boots-damask-rain-boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
