<?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-491210660998606886</id><updated>2012-02-12T07:37:35.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Little Stage</title><subtitle type='html'>Finding my own words, 
My own little stage,
My own epic drama,
My own scripted page.
-'Rough Draft' by YellowCard.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3677768833063904388</id><published>2009-04-02T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:41:03.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>On my flight back home from Cali&lt;br /&gt;There was this flight attendant guy who was&lt;br /&gt;absolutely the greatest flight attendant announcer guy ever.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;He'd start making jokes on the routine saftey check&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;To all of you Fight Club people&lt;br /&gt;you know how they have those cards that show you what to do incase of an emergency?&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to take out a sharpie or pen and write&lt;br /&gt;"Happy as hindu cows" above one of those&lt;br /&gt;smiling while a disaster happens people.&lt;br /&gt;...but I don't. And you shouldn't! &lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be one of those bad influences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, Shon (the guys name I remembered cause it had cool spelling) was like&lt;br /&gt;"and if you look at the cards with the fake smiles on those peoples faces...who smiles during emergencies?! Apparently they do..."&lt;br /&gt;...That totally made my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we had a delay at an airport for a halfnhour when we got back on, &lt;br /&gt;they said that it was probably a wise choice to get off the plane and come back on when we were ready to take off again.&lt;br /&gt;"Or you can just sit here and stare at us while we stare at you."&lt;br /&gt;we still had to go through that whole "how to use a seatbelt" thing once we got back on...&lt;br /&gt;He flicked off the lights and was like "I really don't want to do this safety thing so we're just going to take off.....just kidding!"&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen masks - "You assist your child first or anyone who acts like a child like your husband, friend, or the person beside you eating a Cinnabon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n while we landed he did the whole 'pretend to be talking on the phone while your still on the intercom thing.'&lt;br /&gt;&amp; "If you have phone anxiety from being away from your phone too long, now is the time for you to reconnect with your phone and stop talking about it to your neighbor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only more people were like that... &lt;br /&gt;I mean come on! He even sang partially. &lt;br /&gt;...coolest flight ever. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incase you people were wondering - &lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is my first post in a while...&lt;br /&gt;and it's about some flight attendant announcer guy...&lt;br /&gt;How cool am I? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3677768833063904388?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3677768833063904388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3677768833063904388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3677768833063904388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3677768833063904388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-933308754496693798</id><published>2008-10-16T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T15:50:15.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been happening? I'll tell you what's been happening!</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with the fact &lt;br /&gt;that brought me to write this little "What's happening" blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On...I think it was October 3rd,&lt;br /&gt;I went outside&lt;br /&gt;and listened to YellowCard.&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all!&lt;br /&gt;I jumped in rain puddles! Barefoot!&lt;br /&gt;In the dark!&lt;br /&gt;...Don't exactly know why I did it.&lt;br /&gt;But it was really fun and I felt enlightened afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto more recent things&lt;br /&gt;A week ago on Friday &lt;br /&gt;My brother Aaron (who is down in Costa Rica)&lt;br /&gt;was playing a b-ball game and he got elbowed...&lt;br /&gt;IN THE FACE. ...ok, more like forehead. or just above the eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;He's doing fine though. &lt;br /&gt;I heard it didn't break the skin, it just dented...&lt;br /&gt;He had surgery the next day and seems to be doing just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got a random gift from Kenan. (Seriously random.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was "interviewed" for youth group.&lt;br /&gt;So far I think people liked it.&lt;br /&gt;i got asked random things like "Fave TV show, fave movie, who's in your family...etc."&lt;br /&gt;I told them my fave TV shows were NCIS and 24. &lt;br /&gt;There was a side conversation (of course.)&lt;br /&gt;Rick (interviewer) - Why do you like 24?&lt;br /&gt;Drew (in the crowd) - Jack Bauer!&lt;br /&gt;Brad (jokingly &amp; also in the crowd) - (mouthing) He's so dreamy!&lt;br /&gt;Me - Thats basically it! He's Mr. McDreamy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhooo. Justin said he liked the interview. &lt;br /&gt;It's good to know I wasn't boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I haven't posted a blog in forever.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe the next one will just be a little bit about me. &lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GUNNA BE FIERCE!Haha (Project Runway anyone? Anyone? Please?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - I am great. Nathan now likes tea because of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-933308754496693798?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/933308754496693798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=933308754496693798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/933308754496693798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/933308754496693798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-been-happening-ill-tell-you-whats.html' title='What&apos;s been happening? I&apos;ll tell you what&apos;s been happening!'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-6977138863980102894</id><published>2008-09-17T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:41:49.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do you have any electical tape?"</title><content type='html'>This was basically the highlight of my day. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't believe you guys are having this conversation! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have electrical tape! I'm a raver!" - Johnny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-6977138863980102894?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6977138863980102894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=6977138863980102894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6977138863980102894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6977138863980102894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-have-any-electical-tape.html' title='&quot;Do you have any electical tape?&quot;'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8222474147941746223</id><published>2008-07-14T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:38:11.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink.</title><content type='html'>Today, I was helping 1st graders at VBS.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day and I was super happy it wasn't&lt;br /&gt;raining like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;At "game time" I was a runner and I was dying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, more like I just had a side ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At "craft time" I got ink all on my hands and even on my arms!&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get for helping 1st graders though. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was like "I am super cool." &lt;br /&gt;I kept on telling everybody how "cool" I was and &lt;br /&gt;then i'd show them a big red ink spot on my elbow. &lt;br /&gt;(which got on my white shirt)&lt;br /&gt;I guess some of the girls were worried because they kept on&lt;br /&gt;looking at my hands and pointing at all the red on my fingers&lt;br /&gt;apparently they thought I was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Not to worry - I notified them that it was just ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised at how many kids came up to me and&lt;br /&gt;asked if I remembered them.&lt;br /&gt;They apparently remembered me. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now - i'm in a singing mood. &lt;br /&gt;(Listening to "Still Doll" by Kanon Wakeshima.)&lt;br /&gt;It's in japanese...just incase you check it out.&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-8222474147941746223?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8222474147941746223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8222474147941746223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8222474147941746223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8222474147941746223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/07/ink.html' title='Ink.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8549147917065884821</id><published>2008-07-08T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:24:34.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Rica</title><content type='html'>My brother Aaron will soon be playing b-ball in Costa Rica!&lt;br /&gt;...Or, if he is already there - then he is playing. Ha&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, he won't get injured like he did in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;That would officially suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ Just wanted to notify errybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-8549147917065884821?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8549147917065884821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8549147917065884821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8549147917065884821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8549147917065884821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/07/costa-rica.html' title='Costa Rica'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2713529990468463094</id><published>2008-06-28T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:18:42.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone explain to me WHY people think twitter is so great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'll be expecting a comment from &lt;a href="http://justin.holzgrove.com"&gt;.Justin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-2713529990468463094?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2713529990468463094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2713529990468463094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2713529990468463094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2713529990468463094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2889633868835677266</id><published>2008-06-03T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:14:04.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir</title><content type='html'>We&lt;br /&gt;did absolutely fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not exactly fantastic. more like, we were good.&lt;br /&gt;I liked "Gloria" and "Dirait-on" &lt;br /&gt;(of coarse, the ones with all the choirs singin. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Molly, she cried during the last song. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gunna miss the seniors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Luke's solo was FANTASTIC. I loved it. &lt;br /&gt;annddd after the concert I went to DQ&lt;br /&gt;and saw Cody.&lt;br /&gt;Cody is the coolest person. Haha, He's great.&lt;br /&gt;"His name is Ty and he wears a tie!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-2889633868835677266?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2889633868835677266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2889633868835677266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2889633868835677266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2889633868835677266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/choir.html' title='Choir'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-1121404524120336028</id><published>2008-06-01T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:50:25.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah! I got poked in the EYE!</title><content type='html'>A'right. &lt;a href="http://iambeezits.blogspot.com/"&gt;G/I am Bee&lt;/a&gt; tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;Now since ya'all know I'm pretty much lazy&lt;br /&gt;and I don't want to post the rules and find 6 other people to taggg...&lt;br /&gt;I just decided to post 6 (or more) facts about me. &lt;br /&gt;HERE WE GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a lot of nicknames. Including: Poser, Rachet, Rachey mei mei, and prolly anythin else i'll respond to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I like hugs but only from certain people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I don't know what to do when I receive a complement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I wish I had a magic carpet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I used to have a rabbit. It's name was fu-fu...or peter. and it bit people 'cept for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The word "Snaggletooth" has lost it's original meaning. &lt;br /&gt;To me - it's the nickname I gave to a guy I walk by every single day who does not actually have a snaggletooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-1121404524120336028?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1121404524120336028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=1121404524120336028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1121404524120336028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1121404524120336028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/06/gah-i-got-poked-in-eye.html' title='Gah! I got poked in the EYE!'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-5246574165897343987</id><published>2008-05-12T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T17:57:46.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I turn off my brain...</title><content type='html'>Today was a rather odd day.&lt;br /&gt;I felt ditzy and my mood kept on changing from happy to sad to mad to confused - etc...&lt;br /&gt;I got confused a lot and I had to keep on asking "What?"&lt;br /&gt;orrrr I just was quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd...I think it's because I managed to shut off my brain.&lt;br /&gt;I've done this a couple times where I just haven't thought at all.&lt;br /&gt;My mind was off.&lt;br /&gt;Likeee this one day whereeee&lt;br /&gt;Jordan took my hand in math class and he smelled it and said "Why does it smell like chocolate?"&lt;br /&gt;And I was like "...what the?" So I put my hand up to my nose&lt;br /&gt;and he whacked my hand into my face. &lt;br /&gt;Yea. Outch. So, me being me I laughed and punched him.&lt;br /&gt;Good times. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I can never turn off my brain when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;It just sometimes happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share that lil' story with ya'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-5246574165897343987?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5246574165897343987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=5246574165897343987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5246574165897343987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5246574165897343987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-i-turn-off-my-brain.html' title='Sometimes I turn off my brain...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7566608124863283928</id><published>2008-05-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T22:42:13.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a total inside joke</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help it!&lt;br /&gt;"Someday, it'll happen. I'll forget my backpack and i'll drop something and FINALLY...we will talk..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kyZNkDDS4tM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kyZNkDDS4tM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7566608124863283928?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7566608124863283928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7566608124863283928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7566608124863283928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7566608124863283928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-total-inside-joke.html' title='This is a total inside joke'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3458073210837871028</id><published>2008-05-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:49:54.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Blogging - something that I can't seem to do on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;((This is a long post - I apologize. But please read.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself looking at myself and thinking&lt;br /&gt;"I am not holy...nope. not at all."&lt;br /&gt;I've talked to someone very close to me about&lt;br /&gt;the little situation of me - thinking i'm not good enough&lt;br /&gt;to be around certain people that seem...well...&lt;br /&gt;rather...more intouch with God than I am.&lt;br /&gt;Make sense? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if someone says&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I don't think you should do that because we're supposed to focus the Lord..."&lt;br /&gt;I always feel like - I duno...hmm...I duno.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard because I can't pray/focus on something for 2-? hours like the marinade.&lt;br /&gt;and then I start to feel bad when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;like, I shouldn't be here if i can't do that because someone said that's what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard not to feel put down and/or mad at the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for the problems I am currently having -&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a patient person, and if you think I am - i'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to not want to wait for the answer&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear spoken words&lt;br /&gt;because what I find is that I think a lot - and I can't shut off&lt;br /&gt;my mind for more than a couple minutes to see what God has to say.&lt;br /&gt;and this is why I ususally talk to people more about my problems&lt;br /&gt;then pray about the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i'll be awoken by something at like...4:45 AM&lt;br /&gt;and if I get the sense that somewhere - someone - is having a hard time&lt;br /&gt;I will usually pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird because somehow it helps me knowing that&lt;br /&gt;they're being looked after by God n whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Still following?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are really scattered&lt;br /&gt;So...forgive me for the random scatterdness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue how to end this.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, someone reminded me&lt;br /&gt;"The world keeps on turning - no matter how hard it gets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say this to get it out for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;"...You dislike them because they're happy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3458073210837871028?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3458073210837871028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3458073210837871028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3458073210837871028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3458073210837871028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-6362629203342767845</id><published>2008-04-16T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:23:11.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really lost...</title><content type='html'>I'm so confused...&lt;div&gt;so angry yet sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm wanting to talk to someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet I don't want to talk at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to understand -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm too impatient to wait for it to make sense...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm confused about one thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it's a lot of things all in one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know what I'm mad/sad/confused about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet I think I know exactly what I'm feeling and why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I just don't have the words to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to go anywhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not church, not youth group, not school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to pretend to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes I just want to close out the world with music...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes...I just want someone to call me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, I feel like screaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes - I just want a hug. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...but most of all I just want my friend back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I can talk to him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because sometimes - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that he's the only one that made sense of things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that were running through my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, I wish I could talk to my other friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because he always makes me laugh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as of right now...I'm just feeling lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's a horrible feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;((I sound like so pathetic but oh well. It's just how i'm feeling.))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-6362629203342767845?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6362629203342767845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=6362629203342767845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6362629203342767845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6362629203342767845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-really-lost.html' title='I&apos;m really lost...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-1482637229722006611</id><published>2008-04-09T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:32:20.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it routine? Or something more?</title><content type='html'>Today I began thinking about church.&lt;div&gt;And...before I go on - I hope I'm not dissing my church....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What came to my mind is basically this - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enter the building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greet your friends or people you don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visit for a bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enter the sanctuary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing worship songs for a bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greet the people around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing some more, or be quiet if you don't want to sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to the sermon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and try to get something meaningful out of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;listen, watch, speak the scriptures/read along outloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;close your eyes and pray or listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sing worship songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stand or sit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stand because you're told to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pray once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it routine? Do we even notice it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we still get something out of the service if we notice this pattern?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...It's just something that came to mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might take off this blog if I get too much criticism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or too many people dissing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-1482637229722006611?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1482637229722006611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=1482637229722006611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1482637229722006611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1482637229722006611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-routine-or-something-more.html' title='Is it routine? Or something more?'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8646602639674505238</id><published>2008-04-05T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:31:57.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Go, Scream My Lungs Out And Try To Get To You.</title><content type='html'>Last night was a fantastic concert!&lt;div&gt;The day started off with Breanna and Brittany coming over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to Seattle with Aaron and my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thennn we went to China Town for some dim-sum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which, was pretty good. I've been craving food like that for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few hours of wandering around Pike Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron, me, Bre, and Britt just wandered around the streets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until we had to go to the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to REI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to go to the place where the show was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(almost  got ran over on the crosswalk on the way there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stood in line for a good half an hour? maybe hour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywhooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treaty of Paris was the first one up (they were pretty good.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then Play Radio Play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Secondhand Serenade (woot!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then the main band...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YELLOWCARD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sang along with every song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, not every. I think i missed one. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but on Only One I just screamed the lyrics. It was so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure Britt and Bre had a good time too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was pretty packed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all smooshed together. blech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm, Yellowcard was acoustic this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which was great because you could actually understand the words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, it was a fantastic night. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I bought a shirt.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-8646602639674505238?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8646602639674505238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8646602639674505238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8646602639674505238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8646602639674505238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/04/here-i-go-scream-my-lungs-out-and-try.html' title='Here I Go, Scream My Lungs Out And Try To Get To You.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-199507248916207382</id><published>2008-03-25T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:10:04.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir &amp; Other Things...</title><content type='html'>Choir -&lt;br /&gt;Man, tonight was the concert and fortunatly, we did ok!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;The lights were blinding so I could hardly see anyone in the audience.&lt;br /&gt;Which, was fortunate for me because I would've laughed if I saw anyone.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;The only song we messed up on was "Ye Banks and Braes"&lt;br /&gt;and even then it wasn't that noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;Luke did a good job whistling on that song.&lt;br /&gt;xD I thought he was going to die laughing or something.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, the Illusions, Freshman Choir, and Chamber Singers did okee too.&lt;br /&gt;I think we were all nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other -&lt;br /&gt;i'm just stressing out about everything...&lt;br /&gt;I am stressing out about school work.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I could just skip school.&lt;br /&gt;And just stressing out because of little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I am missing Kenan...A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird not seeing him around...&lt;br /&gt;Or being able to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;...I wonder how he's doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-199507248916207382?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/199507248916207382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=199507248916207382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/199507248916207382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/199507248916207382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/choir-other-things.html' title='Choir &amp; Other Things...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-4150220034103311918</id><published>2008-03-21T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:26:25.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Bocelli</title><content type='html'>By posting this, I am officially saying that I like Andrea Bocelli's music. &lt;div&gt;Haha, and I know that I may not seem like the type of person &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who would like that kind of music, but I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's relaxing? Heck if I know. I just like it because I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's something to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if you don't know the words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I would like to see him in concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately the only one that's in the states is in November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and it's in D.C. ...shizz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Sadly, I don't think I can go to Italy just to see him in concert...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I wish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe someday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-4150220034103311918?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4150220034103311918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=4150220034103311918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4150220034103311918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4150220034103311918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/andrea-bocelli.html' title='Andrea Bocelli'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-5853270442765339473</id><published>2008-03-08T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:21:10.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPA</title><content type='html'>Last night's HAPA concert as amazing.&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember - the music of HAPA has been playing in our house forever.&lt;br /&gt;So last night, as I said before, was amazing to see them live.&lt;br /&gt;I even knew the words to some of the songs they did&lt;br /&gt;(which were in Hawaiian. I didn't know what they ment. ...oh well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry Flanagan is amazing at slack key guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell you what it was like...&lt;br /&gt;You just had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;It's like him, playing slack key + his own style of playing guitar is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;When you listen to the CD's&lt;br /&gt;you don't really know how hard slack key is...&lt;br /&gt;until you see them in concert.&lt;br /&gt;He also has a pretty good voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Kawai played the acoustic and he sung.&lt;br /&gt;He also has a good singing voice.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, he played a 7 string bass.&lt;br /&gt;Which was pretty cool. I've never seen one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumu Hula Charles Ka'upu...&lt;br /&gt;he was the chanter.&lt;br /&gt;uhm...duno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malia Petersen was the hula dancer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say that after the concert&lt;br /&gt;my mom brought up her idea of me learning hula.&lt;br /&gt;She's been trying to get me to do hula for YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if i'm graceful enough. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all - HAPA was great. I'd love to see them again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-5853270442765339473?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5853270442765339473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=5853270442765339473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5853270442765339473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5853270442765339473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/03/hapa.html' title='HAPA'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7919217165221506586</id><published>2008-02-25T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:19:12.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This video is guaranteed to make you smile. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I swear. It'll make you laugh. AND smile. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(you can't laugh and frown...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/58EBcURFjec&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/58EBcURFjec&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7919217165221506586?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7919217165221506586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7919217165221506586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7919217165221506586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7919217165221506586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-video-is-guaranteed-to-make-you.html' title='This video is guaranteed to make you smile. :D'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3402781127463391652</id><published>2008-02-18T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:50:16.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Trestle Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;((There is a post about the Train Trestle before this post. Just lettin you guys know.))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p7pUGlb7I/AAAAAAAAACM/Qa66tIRttu0/s1600-h/DSCN0271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p7pUGlb7I/AAAAAAAAACM/Qa66tIRttu0/s320/DSCN0271.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168579472062246834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p7g0Glb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rAS3SVGlT7A/s1600-h/DSCN0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p7g0Glb5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/rAS3SVGlT7A/s320/DSCN0251.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168579326033358738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p7g0Glb6I/AAAAAAAAACE/ImvHkDrk-Bk/s1600-h/DSCN0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p7g0Glb6I/AAAAAAAAACE/ImvHkDrk-Bk/s320/DSCN0254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168579326033358754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3402781127463391652?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3402781127463391652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3402781127463391652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3402781127463391652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3402781127463391652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/train-trestle-pictures.html' title='Train Trestle Pictures'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p7pUGlb7I/AAAAAAAAACM/Qa66tIRttu0/s72-c/DSCN0271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-5854107169645421410</id><published>2008-02-18T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:45:58.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train Trestle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p690Glb4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/aVz8KWTOzqU/s1600-h/DSCN0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p690Glb4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/aVz8KWTOzqU/s320/DSCN0287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168578724737937282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;hen there's no rails or things on the sides to protect you from falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;you really get an adrenaline rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Your heart's beating fast as you try not to look down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;but you sort of have to because you have to watch where you're stepping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I went with three amazing people: Aaron, Grant, and Troy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;We only left a message for my mom saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;"Out. Be back before dinner" because obviously, she wouldn't have let me gone. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The drive was fun - music was blasting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The walk to the trestle was also great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It was just the four of us. We had a lot of laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;We had to jump some little rivers or streams and some other obstacles, but it was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;When we finally were walking on the trestle, I was so scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I'll admit it. I was scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;We were so high up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And besides, some stupid people decided to light a fire in the middle of the bridge so some of the logs were burnt. Grant held onto my arm when we were walking because I didn't want to fall and die. Haha. Every time someone would fake trip, I'd get a knot in my stomach. Then i'd just chime in with the others "Don't do that, I almost threw up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I loved the feeling of adrenaline though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Just knowing that I was so high up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Looking down and then looking up again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;getting the fact in your head of the distance between you and the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I'd do it again in a heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/491210660998606886-5854107169645421410?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5854107169645421410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=5854107169645421410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5854107169645421410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5854107169645421410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/train-trestle_18.html' title='Train Trestle'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/R7p690Glb4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/aVz8KWTOzqU/s72-c/DSCN0287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8538660594256387211</id><published>2008-02-10T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T15:32:53.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't drown me please."</title><content type='html'>Sooo&lt;div&gt;today I got baptized!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you who read my blog will already know this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, what was weird was that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a couple people I didn't even know were coming up to me and saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh! You're getting baptized aren't you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weiirrrrddd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, Kenan had the honor of baptizing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my dad was the one who prayed for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was super scared and I had to wear one of those blue robe thingys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Not cool, but oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i got "dunked"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my feet did not go up in the air. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;annddd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[the power did not go out but that's only because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didnt use my hairdryer.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathan S. got baptized too. So that was coolio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since we're friends n all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I got dunked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wandering around the church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Kenan was like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Be nice to me, i'm the one who decides whether you come back up or not."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. That made me laughhh.  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhm...not much else to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church my family and I went out to lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-8538660594256387211?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8538660594256387211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8538660594256387211' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8538660594256387211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8538660594256387211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-drown-me-please.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t drown me please.&quot;'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-6446639442879378528</id><published>2008-02-06T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:17:01.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm heading for a breakdown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The knuckles on my left hand are really sore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well. (haha to the people that know why.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as the title goes - I had a minor or major breakdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether or not it was minor or major.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I think it was a minor breakdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things were just frustrating and I didn't know how to deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, Kenan helped me out a little bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I lied. He helped a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking things out with somebody really helps when you don't know what to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as far as you, the reader, knows - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't make up my mind most of the time when i'm deciding something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate deciding things. It's complicated. But you gotta do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always procrastinate...and... it doesn't work out very well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywho, i'm glad i have friends that I can talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and people who don't yell at me when i'm too stubborn to decide something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm glad K didn't walk away when I needed somebody to talk to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[p.s - It's snowing. Or, it was snowing. :D I feel like i'm in a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winter wonderlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Ooh, sorry. couldn't help it. hahaha.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-6446639442879378528?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6446639442879378528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=6446639442879378528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6446639442879378528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6446639442879378528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-heading-for-breakdown.html' title='i&apos;m heading for a breakdown.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-1569685680753324085</id><published>2008-02-03T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:30:27.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and now we play the waiting game...</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate waiting...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very patient sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I won't know the answer until I hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-1569685680753324085?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1569685680753324085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=1569685680753324085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1569685680753324085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1569685680753324085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-now-we-play-waiting-game.html' title='and now we play the waiting game...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-9185676796401512638</id><published>2008-01-27T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T12:57:47.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuh Way!</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;div&gt;If I were a star, i'd be glowing so brightly that i'd BLIND people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Hahaha, for all ya'all that saw the movie Stardust.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see a friend that I hadn't seen in FOREVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really fun to talk to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Service was also fun -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauree and I got a couple good laughs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so did Bails and Kenan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...Did she just wave at you?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After service?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang Kenan and his accountability or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shizz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[p.s - I found a song that I really like that I never thought i'd like. Make sense? Its "Where The World Divides" by Oysterband]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-9185676796401512638?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/9185676796401512638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=9185676796401512638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/9185676796401512638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/9185676796401512638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/nuh-way.html' title='Nuh Way!'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-4831711861606824569</id><published>2008-01-13T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:08:15.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div&gt;My mind is running out of thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havn't posted a decent blog in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes,  I am aware that I spell 'haven't' wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, so - maybe when a decent thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just pops into my head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blog about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for the time being - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just going to put you guys on hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...if you actually do read this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Wait Please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that you can live with my little hiatus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-4831711861606824569?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4831711861606824569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=4831711861606824569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4831711861606824569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4831711861606824569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2305361844461909659</id><published>2008-01-09T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:22:48.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There will be fire...</title><content type='html'>Short post.&lt;br /&gt;dry Christmas tree + Gasoline + Fire = ...well...you can watch the video.&lt;br /&gt;((I don't think i've showed this to &lt;a href="http://b-handsome.blogspot.com/"&gt;B.H&lt;/a&gt; yet. Notify?))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nNJ5X80SsAk&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to - Nathan S. for throwing the spear,&lt;br /&gt;Aaron for pouring gasoline over the tree,&lt;br /&gt;and Me...for recording.&lt;br /&gt;:D the original was much longer, but...Aaron decided to make it shorter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-2305361844461909659?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2305361844461909659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2305361844461909659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2305361844461909659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2305361844461909659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-will-be-fire.html' title='There will be fire...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-1389955322723648601</id><published>2008-01-01T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:14:49.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year?</title><content type='html'>No New Years resolutions for me...&lt;br /&gt;I always forget anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the New Years as Kelsey's house&lt;br /&gt;with her friends n whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;we had a fabulous time -&lt;br /&gt;we mostly went outside at like 12:15 and sat in the dark&lt;br /&gt;looking at what few fireworks the neighbors lit off.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was cold - it was funn.&lt;br /&gt;although, I wish we could've had a bon fire or something.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I really do not want to go back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to bring up a couple of my grades...&lt;br /&gt;like, the grade I have in math. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was errybody's New Year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-1389955322723648601?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1389955322723648601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=1389955322723648601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1389955322723648601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1389955322723648601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year?'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-6885267937912107055</id><published>2007-12-30T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:55:16.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology..</title><content type='html'>A'right.&lt;br /&gt;Justin....Breanna....&lt;br /&gt;I figured out how to download pics to my computer.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad thing - when I take out the cable to the computer&lt;br /&gt;I have to restart the computer...&lt;br /&gt;which, at times takes like 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;and then I have to log onto the account (another 15 min to boot up errything)&lt;br /&gt;and then i have to wait for the internet page to pop up (4 min at the least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been using Aaron's Mac Laptop for a bit sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I find it WAY easier and a whole lot faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....there HAS to be a way to convince my dad to get a Mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Justin, any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-6885267937912107055?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6885267937912107055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=6885267937912107055' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6885267937912107055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6885267937912107055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/technology.html' title='Technology..'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-6205724323545453713</id><published>2007-12-28T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T20:33:26.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I think...</title><content type='html'>I think that all technology hates me.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not all.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get pictures downloaded to the computer&lt;br /&gt;from my new digital camera...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason - it just isn't working out for me.&lt;br /&gt;I've followed the manual...&lt;br /&gt;I've installed the program...&lt;br /&gt;Dang you digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'll figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-6205724323545453713?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6205724323545453713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=6205724323545453713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6205724323545453713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6205724323545453713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-i-think.html' title='Sometimes I think...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7077732761746318679</id><published>2007-12-26T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:36:36.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wootness</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve -&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, we went to the christms eve service.&lt;br /&gt;I saw lots of people? Haha, I duno.&lt;br /&gt;I saw D there. (D - Derek.)&lt;br /&gt;Havn't seen him for a loooonnnnggggg time.&lt;br /&gt;So, that was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then we picked up Levi from the airport. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas -&lt;br /&gt;It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;Ate&lt;br /&gt;Opened presents&lt;br /&gt;Left for Jim &amp;amp; Sams&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in traffic - some guy wandered into the road.&lt;br /&gt;Got to Jim &amp;amp; Sams&lt;br /&gt;Ate&lt;br /&gt;Got pestered by this little kid.&lt;br /&gt;Played games.&lt;br /&gt;Left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I'm really happy that I got a digital camera. YESSS!&lt;br /&gt;No more "Can I borrow your camera?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7077732761746318679?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7077732761746318679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7077732761746318679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7077732761746318679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7077732761746318679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/wootness.html' title='Wootness'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-5498358057497879858</id><published>2007-12-16T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:59:19.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaiian Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A'right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only posting this just because...well, I am.&lt;br /&gt;No explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://ktbutler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kenan&lt;/a&gt; is in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;like, in Oahu.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think he's at the BIG island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now me and my dad thought he (or anybody else) needed some tips to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Such as : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dark or any socks + shoes + shorts = big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don’t mind the recent shark attacks. Just go surf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don't speak pidgeon english, don't try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throwing the "hang loose" sign every 3 minutes is uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please, do NOT wear a hawaiian flower print shirt with plaid shorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try the shave ice. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Manoa shopping center by safeway - go to the manapua factory and have all kinds of manapua. (they sell other dim-sum not just manapua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a lau-lau from Youngs Fish Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try Giovanni's Aloha Shrimp-Wagon in Haleiwa. Or buy a "plate lunch" if you cant find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never turn your back on the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you see a wave about to break in front of you - dive through it. Don't just stand there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What did we say about socks + shoes + shorts?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;If &lt;a href="http://justin.holzgrove.com/"&gt;.Justin&lt;/a&gt; has any other tips/advice, I'll add them on here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-5498358057497879858?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5498358057497879858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=5498358057497879858' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5498358057497879858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5498358057497879858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/hawaiian-style.html' title='Hawaiian Style'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-1662355636740907395</id><published>2007-12-13T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:23:51.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling apart, i'm barely breathing...</title><content type='html'>Eep.&lt;br /&gt;I had a terrible couple of days this week.&lt;br /&gt;Today - I couldn't focus at all in class.&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts were all jumbled everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like screaming because it seems like&lt;br /&gt;that I cannot get anything accomplished/done at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I do feel like screaming. Or yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everyone seems in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-1662355636740907395?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1662355636740907395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=1662355636740907395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1662355636740907395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1662355636740907395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-falling-apart-im-barely-breathing.html' title='I&apos;m falling apart, i&apos;m barely breathing...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-5495844898792255037</id><published>2007-12-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T15:23:44.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shizz.</title><content type='html'>:]&lt;br /&gt;We got our christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;And I drove! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it's pretty annoying when&lt;br /&gt;my mom kept on telling me to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;"RACH!!!!!" that's all she would say.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I did fine&lt;br /&gt;but she wanted me to slow down until I was like&lt;br /&gt;not moving anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's what it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;She's just too nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunatly, Aaron was in the passenger seat.&lt;br /&gt;And at least I didn't crash.&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;So, all in all...I did a good job! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-5495844898792255037?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5495844898792255037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=5495844898792255037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5495844898792255037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5495844898792255037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/shizz.html' title='Shizz.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-1678023778435507214</id><published>2007-12-03T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:06:58.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you want something in life, you just gotta reach out and grab it.</title><content type='html'>A'right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a movie critic.&lt;br /&gt;So don't criticize me if I do a bad job.&lt;br /&gt;So Aaron, Spencer, Paul, Katie, and I went to the movies&lt;br /&gt;since the power was out.&lt;br /&gt;(nothing to do in this little town - therefore, drive to oly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie we watched was called Into The Wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion - it was a very good movie despite some nudity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, there is nudity. It's what you get for watching a rated R movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, it is rated R for language and some nudity. There. I warned you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plot Line - It's based on a true story and the bestselling book by Jon Krakauer. After graduating from Emory University in 1992, Christopher McCandless abandons his possessions, gave his entire $24,000 savings account to charity and hitchhiked to Alaska to live in the wilderness. Along the way, Christopher encounters a series of characters that shape his life.&lt;br /&gt;(I obviously did not write the whole plot line. I had help from imbd.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the wilderness scenes...it made me want to go hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIKED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;how he expressed himself through literature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how I found a little bit of myself in him/how he reminded me of myself in a way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how he gave advice and how he received advice given.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how he wanted to get away from all the wealth and just see what it's like out in the wilderness &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how he used the pain he saw in his life for the good - not the bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how he wanted to seek out happiness, only to find that it didn't need to be sought - it was already there. Quote from movie: "Happiness is only real when shared. "&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how he met people that shaped his life but he also shaped a part of their lives too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how it was a &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;story&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And how someone actually did this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also liked how it made me think about what I am doing and what's around me in my life.&lt;br /&gt;And how I use what happened in my life - for the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I really enjoyed this movie. Maybe i'll read the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-1678023778435507214?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1678023778435507214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=1678023778435507214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1678023778435507214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1678023778435507214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-you-want-something-in-life-you.html' title='When you want something in life, you just gotta reach out and grab it.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7910453156917604146</id><published>2007-11-30T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:46:42.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Evan, why do you have a pink elephant tattoo?"</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay of this post.&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago - on a friday. Nov 23, I went clamming.&lt;br /&gt;with who?&lt;br /&gt;The Bradys and my parents and my brother Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know the Brady's were into clamming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess you learn something everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car ride up was SUPER LONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got stuck in traffic somewhere...i want to say Aberdeen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think that was it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we did finally get to where we were goin.&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, I didn't have a licence, but it was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Sure went by fast....&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to this place that the Brady's rented&lt;br /&gt;and we fried clams.&lt;br /&gt;And of coarse, we ate them.&lt;br /&gt;Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day and it was fun to see the Bradys.&lt;br /&gt;I think we watched a football game too...&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii against...some other people. Duno who. Don't ask. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone been clamming before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7910453156917604146?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7910453156917604146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7910453156917604146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7910453156917604146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7910453156917604146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/evan-why-do-you-have-pink-elephant.html' title='&quot;Evan, why do you have a pink elephant tattoo?&quot;'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2277729838103260960</id><published>2007-11-22T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:34:48.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyuu! Role Model?</title><content type='html'>Happy Turkey Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for lots of things, so I won't name them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I have a question for all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ya'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;It's NOT what are you thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;It's "Who is your role model?"&lt;br /&gt;This question popped up at the table because we have these "table topics"&lt;br /&gt;some of them are too deep, so we skip them. Hooray?&lt;br /&gt;But this one came up and we all decided to answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have no clue who my role model is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of people who help me when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;I have people who keep me on the path I am walking,&lt;br /&gt;people who steer me when I lose myself and start wandering down the wrong road,&lt;br /&gt;people who push me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;people who won't let me give up,&lt;br /&gt;people who challenge me,&lt;br /&gt;people who encourage me,&lt;br /&gt;And I have people who pick me up when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have no clue who my role-model is since I look up to a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;Who's your role model?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-2277729838103260960?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2277729838103260960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2277729838103260960' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2277729838103260960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2277729838103260960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/hyuu.html' title='Hyuu! Role Model?'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7902675175089325405</id><published>2007-11-17T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:27:35.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laser Tag, Mall, and Cabelas...</title><content type='html'>Ok, my Saturday went like this.&lt;br /&gt;It was Breanna's late b-day party so we went Laster Tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laster tag -&lt;br /&gt;It was ok.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody except for me had Clue names. (Clue, the game)&lt;br /&gt;I was "Crumbs" ...don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the worst part is that we were up against all these kids.&lt;br /&gt;And their parents...&lt;br /&gt;Who managed to be better than us. (Hey, it was my first time)&lt;br /&gt;They apparently knew all the "sniper" places...&lt;br /&gt;Was not cool.&lt;br /&gt;We ran into a couple of them and they shot us...then we couldn't move&lt;br /&gt;because they were kinda in the way, so when we could finally play again&lt;br /&gt;they shot us. THAT was not cool. I mean, come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mall -&lt;br /&gt;Well, we wandered around for a bit in the Tac Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Krispy Creams sounded really good, but we didn't get any. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyss, the power went out as we were about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;It was cool. Before the lights actually went off, they flickered.&lt;br /&gt;And people started freaking out. I was like 'wow...take a chill pill...'&lt;br /&gt;But then the lights went out and a lot of people were leaving&lt;br /&gt;just because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabelas -&lt;br /&gt;one word...&lt;br /&gt;HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;For me it wasn't that exciting.&lt;br /&gt;It was more like&lt;br /&gt;"Woah...this store is...really redneck."&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was suprised they had a mini aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all - fun day. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7902675175089325405?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7902675175089325405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7902675175089325405' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7902675175089325405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7902675175089325405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/laser-tag-mall-and-cabelas.html' title='Laser Tag, Mall, and Cabelas...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-1095069969443124627</id><published>2007-11-14T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:46:44.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure</title><content type='html'>don'ttalktohimtalktoher.youcan'tsaythatwordbuticansaythatword.&lt;br /&gt;don'tpostthatonyourblog.don'tlistentothatmusic,butyourbrothercanlistentoit.&lt;br /&gt;takethatoffyourblog.don'teversaythatword.putthatonyourblog.&lt;br /&gt;idon'tlikewhatyou'resaying.idon'tcareifyoudon'tlikewhati'msaying.&lt;br /&gt;don'tsaythattome.dontgotohimforadvicegotoher.you'recomingtobiblestudy.&lt;br /&gt;don'tbackstab,butiwill. whywon'tyoutalktome?youshouldn'tdothat.&lt;br /&gt;areyoulisteningtome?who'sthatonyourmyspace?youshouldn'ttalktothem.&lt;br /&gt;youshouldseethispersonbutthenidecidedthatyoushouldn'tgoseehim.&lt;br /&gt;Idon'twantyoutalkingtothem.whydoyoucareaboutthisperson?&lt;br /&gt;we'rekeepingthisfromyoueventhoughyoushouldknow.&lt;br /&gt;doyourhomeworkbutwedon'tthinkthispersoncanhelpyou.&lt;br /&gt;dontdothat.donthangaroundthem.we want whats best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been running through my head lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to decide which one I should follow&lt;br /&gt;and which ones I should not follow.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like everybody is pulling me one way&lt;br /&gt;while i'm heading for the different direction.&lt;br /&gt;It's frusterating.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I need help making decisions, i'll give you that.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I don't need help when they think I do.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody once gave me a challenge to confront people&lt;br /&gt;about a subject I need to talk to them about,&lt;br /&gt;or just confront them because I think what they're doing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe from now on I'll just tell people when I need help&lt;br /&gt;And when I don't need help.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want them to throw out all these decisions&lt;br /&gt;they think I should make.&lt;br /&gt;Or opinions they think I should hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I didn't put spaces between those words,&lt;br /&gt;well it just didnt seem like I should.&lt;br /&gt;And the last sentince, well...&lt;br /&gt;It just seems that that sentince is put in every conversation&lt;br /&gt;eventhough it might not be heard, I can tell it's there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-1095069969443124627?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1095069969443124627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=1095069969443124627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1095069969443124627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1095069969443124627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/pressure.html' title='Pressure'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2570427113858023510</id><published>2007-11-12T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T15:00:48.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o</title><content type='html'>So, for some reason I was thinking about the biblestudy I am in.&lt;br /&gt;A while ago we had a debate about whether or not we should use a book&lt;br /&gt;to use for the biblestudy. It would be about the problems we face everyday and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Some of us said we should find a book like that.&lt;br /&gt;Others said that we shouldn't use a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the ones that was against the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually the books that we buy are totally useless and we don't agree with them at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the author gets the kind of problems&lt;br /&gt;but then the solution doesn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why i'm against using a book...&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to spend money on a book that i'll never read.&lt;br /&gt;Or a book that's totally cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;Or a book that doesn't really have a point to it, but it says it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again sometimes we dont have a choice&lt;br /&gt;and the leaders just choose to do the book&lt;br /&gt;without consulting us.&lt;br /&gt;That's always frusterating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess this is just a little rant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-2570427113858023510?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2570427113858023510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2570427113858023510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2570427113858023510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2570427113858023510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/oo.html' title='O_o'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7650904619878790624</id><published>2007-11-07T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:46:57.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me, Tell me what makes you think that you are invincible.</title><content type='html'>^^ Good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wanted to update what's been goin on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're all dying to know.&lt;br /&gt;(yea right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral went all right.&lt;br /&gt;To me it just seemed like he went on a trip to alaska or something.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't seem like he was really dead.&lt;br /&gt;The trip back home was fine.&lt;br /&gt;School the next day was frickin funny. I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;So, you could say that in a bad week -&lt;br /&gt;Laughter always finds a way to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here's a sidenote to &lt;a href="http://puaahunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;.Justin&lt;/a&gt; regarding another post.&lt;br /&gt;[ Hmm. I worded what I said at YOUth wrong.&lt;br /&gt;THAT's why i'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that i'm comfortable around him,&lt;br /&gt;but I just don't like crying infront of people.&lt;br /&gt;Because I never cry.&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;I rarely cry.&lt;br /&gt;So that's that.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to clear up some things. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7650904619878790624?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7650904619878790624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7650904619878790624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7650904619878790624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7650904619878790624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/tell-me-tell-me-what-makes-you-think.html' title='Tell me, Tell me what makes you think that you are invincible.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8908550487405615140</id><published>2007-11-06T22:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:17:53.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/RzFXnpHXNqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_z2ibcGteYo/s1600-h/lovely+seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129977789114955426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/RzFXnpHXNqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_z2ibcGteYo/s320/lovely+seattle.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;This is where I want to be right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at Seattle from the Space Needle in the dark.&lt;/div&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/491210660998606886-8908550487405615140?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8908550487405615140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8908550487405615140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8908550487405615140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8908550487405615140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/take-me-here.html' title='I wish....'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/RzFXnpHXNqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_z2ibcGteYo/s72-c/lovely+seattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2539307156275647250</id><published>2007-11-04T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T16:47:30.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My week was fine...until today."</title><content type='html'>Ah, just thought i'd blog.&lt;br /&gt;I havn't been blogging for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I've sorta taken a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happened on my happy week:&lt;br /&gt;Someone bought me breakfast. (:&lt;br /&gt;School was alright, not horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Someone keeps offering to buy me breakfast&lt;br /&gt;annnddd...&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happened today?&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a hard day.&lt;br /&gt;I wont go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I have to go to a funeral for my G'pa tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting over the fact that&lt;br /&gt;I cried infront of Kenan and some other people.&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to crying infront of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-2539307156275647250?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2539307156275647250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2539307156275647250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2539307156275647250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2539307156275647250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-week-was-fineuntil-today.html' title='&quot;My week was fine...until today.&quot;'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3718265750141322381</id><published>2007-10-27T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:33:34.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You must be lonely since you're following us."</title><content type='html'>Today...was a fantastic day.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was at home and I was watching Aladdin (Yea, I know. Lame)&lt;br /&gt;And I see Brad H. come walking through out yard.&lt;br /&gt;First thought? "...What the heck is Brad doing over here?"&lt;br /&gt;So I answered the door and the convo went like this&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see our kill shot?"&lt;br /&gt;"No..."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look out your window if you don't want to."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to say hi. That's all."&lt;br /&gt;"Hi."&lt;br /&gt;"Hi."&lt;br /&gt;And then he left and hopped the fence over to out neighbors house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go over there and see what they killed.&lt;br /&gt;What did they kill? A  deer.&lt;br /&gt;It was just hangin in their backyard&lt;br /&gt;and it was already skinned...n stuff&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to their story about finding it.&lt;br /&gt;And how cold it was in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And how they shot it.&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Like...don't piss off a moose because they'll charge after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then James D. came and they cut off the meat&lt;br /&gt;Then they cut up the meat in Lance's garage&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;They had a pile for stew &amp;amp; burgers and a pile for steaks.&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to cut it... well...I didn't cut it. I just watched.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. "We burp and fart...that's what men do."&lt;br /&gt;Random quote of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good time at Jessica and Lance's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was Brad's shadow for the day.&lt;br /&gt;(I followed him around a lot)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3718265750141322381?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3718265750141322381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3718265750141322381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3718265750141322381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3718265750141322381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-must-be-lonely-because-youre.html' title='&quot;You must be lonely since you&apos;re following us.&quot;'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7185420108660434708</id><published>2007-10-27T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T20:26:52.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howtheths.</title><content type='html'>Don't worry about the title.&lt;br /&gt;Inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going to the football game...&lt;br /&gt;(I know, I have no school spirit...but I'm wondering how it turned out)&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Butler's house&lt;br /&gt;and made Apple Juice with Rema/Rima (I can't remember how to spell her name).&lt;br /&gt;Yea, spiffy.&lt;br /&gt;Before that - I had to cook burgers.&lt;br /&gt;............On the grill.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;......Fortunatly Breanna was there&lt;br /&gt;And...unfortunatly neither of us knew what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;...The grill absolutely hated us.&lt;br /&gt;It knew that we weren't men.&lt;br /&gt;(Coz men are the ones who grill stuff. Get it? Ok, whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;But I think it went ok.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't burn down the house or nothin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7185420108660434708?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7185420108660434708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7185420108660434708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7185420108660434708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7185420108660434708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/howtheths.html' title='Howtheths.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8903311058443607877</id><published>2007-10-26T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:59:07.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's FRIDAY!</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;I love friday.&lt;br /&gt;People are always semi-happy(if not regular happy) on fridays.&lt;br /&gt;...Everybody just seems in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to write about.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wishing that I was in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[also - i'm wondering who actually READS my blog.&lt;br /&gt; so...post a random comment please.&lt;br /&gt; Or a not-so-random comment if you prefer.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[OR you could just not write any comments and leave me in the dark. Whoopie]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-8903311058443607877?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8903311058443607877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8903311058443607877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8903311058443607877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8903311058443607877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-friday.html' title='It&apos;s FRIDAY!'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-6846383978217378681</id><published>2007-10-23T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:42:05.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A thrilling time is in your immediate future"</title><content type='html'>[Title - on the bottom of my Jones Soda cap)&lt;br /&gt;...Ah, the sayings on Jones Soda caps. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love Green Apple Jones Soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, I just got back from drivin aroun Island Lake&lt;br /&gt;Annd now i'm sitting here eating Mambas&lt;br /&gt;and drinking Green Apple Jones Soda&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, Jones soda.&lt;br /&gt;sure beats the crap out of warm Orange Cream soda.&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, Kenan would probably know what I'm talkin about.)&lt;br /&gt;...Anyone wanna bet that he'll never see this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'right.&lt;br /&gt;So I almost died tonight.&lt;br /&gt;No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;I was learning how to do Matrixs...&lt;br /&gt;No, not the "Neo, you are the one." Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;Math Matrix...&lt;br /&gt;Kenan came over an before he left he taught me how to do them.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very long and painful process in which I had to use my brain.&lt;br /&gt;And through Kenan's mockery of me...&lt;br /&gt;And his somewhat very helpful advice...&lt;br /&gt;And his somewhat&lt;br /&gt;congratulations on me actually FINISHING my math homework...&lt;br /&gt;I set a new record in finishing a lesson.............for this year.&lt;br /&gt;I think with Kenan's help, I got it done in like...30 min? 15 min?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-6846383978217378681?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6846383978217378681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=6846383978217378681' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6846383978217378681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6846383978217378681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/thrilling-time-is-in-your-immediate.html' title='&quot;A thrilling time is in your immediate future&quot;'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3916797574607193256</id><published>2007-10-21T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:39:53.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? What did you say?</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the best title in the world but you'll just have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Right now my parents are in Pisa.&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely jealous about that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they're having a good time while i'm stuck at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm very tired and not at all happy about going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad however, that tomorrow is a half day!&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else I can talk about...&lt;br /&gt;at church I was given a mission to be more "decisive"&lt;br /&gt;Neither me or Bailee could decide on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I think I did an OK job at being decisive.&lt;br /&gt;At least we went somewhere n didn't stay in this lil' town.&lt;br /&gt;I think I deserve a B- or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3916797574607193256?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3916797574607193256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3916797574607193256' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3916797574607193256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3916797574607193256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/huh-what-did-you-say.html' title='Huh? What did you say?'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7712017837848458728</id><published>2007-10-15T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:20:46.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short post.</title><content type='html'>Was it just me...&lt;br /&gt;Or did everyone else have a bad monday too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7712017837848458728?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7712017837848458728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7712017837848458728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7712017837848458728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7712017837848458728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/short-post.html' title='Short post.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8583036319491206000</id><published>2007-10-14T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T17:48:12.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am missing...</title><content type='html'>My Brothers (Aaron n Levi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time when Me and Kelsey would sit on the roof of her old house&lt;br /&gt;and eat Eggo Waffles with peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;and we'd wave at people passing by&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, you might've seen us if you were in the neighborhood at that time&lt;br /&gt;Even though she's made new friends&lt;br /&gt;I want to say to her new town&lt;br /&gt;"Screw you for taking my friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our old phone.&lt;br /&gt;It played a Beethoven song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friend who moved to California...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss our old youth pastor Brad....&lt;br /&gt;but then again i'm happy with the youth people we have now.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wierd feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'm not sure what else I miss but i'm sure that there's more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-8583036319491206000?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8583036319491206000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8583036319491206000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8583036319491206000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8583036319491206000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-missing.html' title='I am missing...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7911516766441882809</id><published>2007-10-13T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T16:07:14.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey Smalls, you want a s'more?"</title><content type='html'>Night games was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just joking.&lt;br /&gt;I found out that they had a Walnut Tree.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, weird.&lt;br /&gt;Fog or mist was EVERYWHERE. You couldn't really see anyone unless&lt;br /&gt;you were like...3 feet away from them.&lt;br /&gt;My shoes got soaking wet along with my pants.&lt;br /&gt;The field is super weird&lt;br /&gt;I kept on falling or bumping into people because of potholes&lt;br /&gt;or because the land went down into a hill&lt;br /&gt;and the grass was upta your knees before you knew what happened.&lt;br /&gt;All in all the field is a good place to play night games&lt;br /&gt;even if the land is a little uneven.&lt;br /&gt;At the end I was super tired and I was super happy that there was a fire going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara wanted to sit in the fire.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food = It was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Games = Each one of the games had an element of the old game in it.&lt;br /&gt;Did people have fun? = Yes. Well, at least I did.&lt;br /&gt;Question = Why didn't you go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7911516766441882809?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7911516766441882809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7911516766441882809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7911516766441882809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7911516766441882809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-smalls-you-want-smore.html' title='&quot;Hey Smalls, you want a s&apos;more?&quot;'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3917991939249468327</id><published>2007-10-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:20:26.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelton? Really?</title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;This struck me odd.&lt;br /&gt;Phil Hansen went to Shelton High School.&lt;br /&gt;You know Phil...right?&lt;br /&gt;He's in my post just before the "This is Sparta" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just be overexcited that he went to SHS...but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o Don't believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philinthecircle.com/Bio.html"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3917991939249468327?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3917991939249468327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3917991939249468327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3917991939249468327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3917991939249468327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/shelton-really.html' title='Shelton? Really?'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2558624092340834036</id><published>2007-10-08T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:23:47.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS SPARTA!</title><content type='html'>I wish I would've thought of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b240/finalfantasycrazy/caution_sparta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b240/finalfantasycrazy/caution_sparta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/491210660998606886-2558624092340834036?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2558624092340834036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2558624092340834036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2558624092340834036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2558624092340834036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-sparta.html' title='THIS IS SPARTA!'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8257975837619760270</id><published>2007-10-07T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T19:01:07.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phil</title><content type='html'>...Do you like art?&lt;br /&gt;I like art.&lt;br /&gt;For the past couple months I keep on checking up on a guy named Phil Hansen.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't actually fly to wherever he lives...&lt;br /&gt;but I do check his website.&lt;br /&gt;I really like his art because I haven't seen anything like it.&lt;br /&gt;For instance - he did Jimi Hendrix with colored matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a couple months he's been doing a thing called "Goodbye Art"&lt;br /&gt;It's where he creates a picture&lt;br /&gt;and then destroys it after taking a photograph of it.&lt;br /&gt;So - he keeps nothing but a photograph.&lt;br /&gt;It's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philinthecircle.com/index.html"&gt;philinthecircle.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the link.&lt;br /&gt;Go there.&lt;br /&gt;He's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-8257975837619760270?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8257975837619760270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8257975837619760270' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8257975837619760270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8257975837619760270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/phil.html' title='Phil'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-1377954373197822735</id><published>2007-10-06T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T16:16:04.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New</title><content type='html'>Today I went to Wal*Mart.&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't like Wal*Mart...&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why, It's sort of a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for a couple weeks i've been searching for a CD.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not weeks. More like everytime I go to Wal*Mart&lt;br /&gt;Which, is like...once a month, maybe twice.&lt;br /&gt;What CD was I searching for?&lt;br /&gt;The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me by Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those two days out of every month&lt;br /&gt;it seemed like EVERYONE in this small town&lt;br /&gt;had just heard the news of Brand New's brand new CD&lt;br /&gt;and bought it before I went took a step inside the store.&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's what it felt like...&lt;br /&gt;It was my mission to buy that CD...&lt;br /&gt;So I waited...and waited...&lt;br /&gt;and everytime I went into Wal*Mart and looked, it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that frusterating?&lt;br /&gt;You KNOW that either the employees have it and won't put the frickin CD out&lt;br /&gt;or that they're just out of stock for a whole FRICKIN 3 MONTHS.&lt;br /&gt;But, you'd rather choose to be angry at the employees&lt;br /&gt;...or the customers around you.&lt;br /&gt;But I was DETERMINED to find that CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I went into Wal*Mart and there it was!&lt;br /&gt;ONE FRICKIN COPY left! YES!&lt;br /&gt;So I snatched it up and bought it.&lt;br /&gt;:D VICTORY IS MINE!&lt;br /&gt;Mission Accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whats the point of this? no clue.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-1377954373197822735?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1377954373197822735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=1377954373197822735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1377954373197822735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1377954373197822735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/brand-new.html' title='Brand New'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7948202968508325143</id><published>2007-10-02T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:29:06.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glowing from computer light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;About the title -&lt;br /&gt;In Comp Applications the teacher turned off the lights so we could see a powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I turned to Martin and I was like&lt;br /&gt;"...You look like you're glowing because of the computer light."&lt;br /&gt;His responce? - "Is it a good glow like...Oh, Martin! You're glowing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little story I thought i'd share with you guys. Haha, it's not really important.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those "You had to be there stories"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyways...&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how your day can seem to go skyrocketing upwards&lt;br /&gt;by talking to a couple funny people&lt;br /&gt;and then it can just go smack back down when you get home or something.&lt;br /&gt;...It's just something i've been thinking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7948202968508325143?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7948202968508325143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7948202968508325143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7948202968508325143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7948202968508325143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/10/glowing-from-computer-light.html' title='Glowing from computer light.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-4056309004717907683</id><published>2007-09-26T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:29:04.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...I've thought about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/RvrArRdUavI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9-esAa5YCIU/s1600-h/Evannnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114612176485903090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/RvrArRdUavI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9-esAa5YCIU/s320/Evannnn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I s'pose this is my favorite picture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;next to the one of Seattle that I have as my myspace layout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I duno why I like this picture, I jus do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes, this is a meaningless blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-4056309004717907683?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4056309004717907683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=4056309004717907683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4056309004717907683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4056309004717907683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/soive-thought-about-it.html' title='So...I&apos;ve thought about it.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/RvrArRdUavI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9-esAa5YCIU/s72-c/Evannnn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-1035540493811845609</id><published>2007-09-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T20:42:46.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises &amp; Secrets</title><content type='html'>As I sit here listening to "Saturn" by Cavalier(WA)&lt;br /&gt;I'm recalling a talk I had with one of my friends about secrets and promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we make promises?&lt;br /&gt;How often do we break them?&lt;br /&gt;How often do we hold secrets? (whether they are ours or our friends)&lt;br /&gt;And how often do we let go of these secrets by telling somebody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very confused by promises and secrets.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets are weird.......&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we shouldn't keep the secrets our friends share&lt;br /&gt;because it is better to tell someone then watch them go down the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, there's the thought if you tell someone about it&lt;br /&gt;then you won't have their/your friends trust.&lt;br /&gt;And if you try to explain, sometimes they don't want to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises are strange......&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes one person will forget but the other won't.&lt;br /&gt;Then what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;You really don't want to say 'Hey, do you remember that one promise...'&lt;br /&gt;It'd be awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what promises I'll make along with the secrets i'll keep.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what promises I'll break along with the secrets i'll not keep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all...they confuse me a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-1035540493811845609?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/1035540493811845609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=1035540493811845609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1035540493811845609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/1035540493811845609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/promises-secrets.html' title='Promises &amp; Secrets'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-6153375966916649338</id><published>2007-09-18T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:12:13.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoulder Surgery (Say that three times fast.)</title><content type='html'>Anywho.&lt;br /&gt;Bad news - Aaron has to get surgery on his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Annnd to my knowledge, he won't be playing b-ball any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;So, he might haffta come home.&lt;br /&gt;Or he'll travel around with Grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, a lil heads up for you folks (haha, inside joke) Aaron's blog is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaronhoomalu.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-6153375966916649338?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6153375966916649338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=6153375966916649338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6153375966916649338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6153375966916649338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoulder-surgery-say-that-three-times.html' title='Shoulder Surgery (Say that three times fast.)'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7488692547301321710</id><published>2007-09-15T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:52:59.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attacked by mosquitoes.</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I went to  a wedding and I literally got attacked my mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible! ...but, the wedding was good.&lt;br /&gt;...I wish they had cake.&lt;br /&gt;But, I think that the bugs would've gotten into it since it was an outdoors wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically my day in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, went to a wedding, came home, and...yea. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o and all the while my parents are buying tickets to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go to Europe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7488692547301321710?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7488692547301321710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7488692547301321710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7488692547301321710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7488692547301321710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/attacked-by-mosquitoes.html' title='Attacked by mosquitoes.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3221664066084281575</id><published>2007-09-14T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:51:00.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Did time stop or somethin?</title><content type='html'>...This thought hit me at lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;And the thought was this: "...Is this our first full week of school?"&lt;br /&gt;The answer? "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;Reaction : "IMPOSSIBLE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangit! Seems like i've been in school FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I need another vacation or something.&lt;br /&gt;When will it end?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...On another topic about school - Martin drew an abstract picture on paint while we were in computer applications. He kept on inverting it then turning it back to normal super fast. ...If that thing ever got on the background and just started blinking like that - somebody would have a seizure. No lie. ...That class should be an easy A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3221664066084281575?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3221664066084281575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3221664066084281575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3221664066084281575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3221664066084281575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/did-time-stop-or-somethin.html' title='...Did time stop or somethin?'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2406903417945124660</id><published>2007-09-13T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:22:47.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Sound</title><content type='html'>:(&lt;br /&gt;No sound!&lt;br /&gt;The speakers are on...&lt;br /&gt;Everything is plugged in...at least, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;I made sure the volume wasn't 'muted'&lt;br /&gt;...What could possibly be wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...All this silence is deafening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-2406903417945124660?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2406903417945124660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2406903417945124660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2406903417945124660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2406903417945124660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-sound.html' title='No Sound'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-5721140030406923103</id><published>2007-09-10T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:46:18.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling with the punches</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://www.derekspeakshismind.blogspot.com/"&gt;good friend&lt;/a&gt; once told me&lt;br /&gt;"Ya gotta roll with the punches. That's all there is too it."&lt;br /&gt;...It's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;I take a fair amount of "punches" throughout the week.&lt;br /&gt;And I take some of my friends punches too.&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta say that I'm tired of getting up off of the ground and walking about pretending that nothing ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have been happening. From school to home to just dealing with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktbutler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Another good friend&lt;/a&gt; said that I need a better way to deal with anger then to just sit there.&lt;br /&gt;I got a laugh out of that. I don't sit there and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I call up frends and talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;I vent.&lt;br /&gt;Or I switch on my PS2 and play Medal of Honor for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I watch funny videos on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I don't do - It's sit there and let my anger ball up inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking this semi-random thought. So, I might as well write it here.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes if a couple of my friends get into a fight and if somebody throws out hurtful words to the other - It's like I take those words too.&lt;br /&gt;Not just them. So, It hurts me as well as them. ...And I guess that's kinda what I mean by "taking my friends punches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense to you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I just wanted to write this because it's something i've been thinking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way -  ever heard of the phrase&lt;br /&gt;"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" ?&lt;br /&gt;...That's a total lie. Words &lt;em&gt;hurt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-5721140030406923103?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5721140030406923103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=5721140030406923103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5721140030406923103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5721140030406923103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/rolling-with-punches.html' title='Rolling with the punches'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8926471628677578756</id><published>2007-09-04T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:16:16.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning and Thunder.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know - I really like the sound of thunder.&lt;br /&gt;So last night was absolutely wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda a shock to see the lightning...but to see it light up the sky was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;The rain was pouring like crazy! And whenever it pours I always have to listen to&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot by Brand New&lt;br /&gt;It's a good combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all - the sound of thunder was amazing, the lightning was awesome, the rain with music is a good combination...and...I think our dog is afraid of thunder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-8926471628677578756?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8926471628677578756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8926471628677578756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8926471628677578756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8926471628677578756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/lightning-and-thunder.html' title='Lightning and Thunder.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3093227135337202930</id><published>2007-09-04T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:17:41.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school is tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>And what a cheery, happy, energetic, morning it will be!&lt;br /&gt;If you ever come up to me and say&lt;br /&gt;'how was your cheery, happy, energetic, first-day-of-school morning?'&lt;br /&gt;I will give you the death glare. ¬_¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm kinda excited but i'm kinda dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things I have to accomplish before the school year is over :&lt;br /&gt;- Get my license.&lt;br /&gt;- Do well in school. (no flunking classes...no getting into fights...that sorra thing.)&lt;br /&gt;- Get a job. (...maybe. maybe not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I'm sure I have more things to accomplish.....I just can't think of anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3093227135337202930?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3093227135337202930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3093227135337202930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3093227135337202930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3093227135337202930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school-is-tomorrow.html' title='First day of school is tomorrow!'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-898212999555449450</id><published>2007-09-01T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:23:14.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeet Shooting?</title><content type='html'>...Do you know how intimidating it is to be infront of a whole bunch of guys and shoot something when you're the only girl? No? Okay.&lt;br /&gt;It was ok. No, it was great. I had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;I only shot twice. Once was because we all had to.&lt;br /&gt;Second was shooting at a target...saucer...thingy. Kenan made me. &lt;br /&gt;I was sooooo afraid that they were going to laugh...but I should've known better...&lt;br /&gt;Instead they all were gentlemen and they clapped for me.&lt;br /&gt;:D Yay! *Thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that they were pretty good at hitting targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therandomethoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;A-HA&lt;/a&gt; was a pretty good shot after he had a few practice rounds.&lt;br /&gt;They all had been skeet shooting before. At least, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...who else were good shots? Well, almost everyone. 'cept for me. Cuz I only shot twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't say this, but...I will.&lt;br /&gt;I think Kenan's gun was different from the rest and it hit your shoulder harder?&lt;br /&gt;I think? Recoil? I duno! It was for some odd reason that I failed to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all the guys wanted to try it.&lt;br /&gt;And afterwards they were all smiling and they were like&lt;br /&gt;'Man! My shoulder hurts! That thing kicks! ...I have the word 'Spartan' on my shoulder! ......You gotta try this so-n-so! Your shoulder will hurt...but it's so much fun!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Why shoot a gun that hurts your shoulder, whine about it for a little bit, then shoot it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Men are mysterious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-898212999555449450?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/898212999555449450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=898212999555449450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/898212999555449450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/898212999555449450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/09/skeet-shooting.html' title='Skeet Shooting?'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2229951535217293365</id><published>2007-08-30T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T13:56:51.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highschool orentation</title><content type='html'>IT WAS SO FRICKIN AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Ya right, I wish.&lt;br /&gt;First off, I got stuck in a group with 4 very immature boys and 3 girls. The girls were ok. There was this one girls that sort of reminded me of myself...I got a long with her pretty well. The others didn't talk to me very much, but they knew everybody else unlike me. And before you start saying "ya, but you COULD'VE gotten to know them.." I did try to get to know them. And I found out that I really wanted Lq to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I saw many people who I knew. Spencer was there. We talked for a bit and when I came back to the group (who were a couple yards away from me. I didn't go wander off) one of them was like 'Was that your boyfriend? Oooooh! I bet it is!' and the first thing I could think of is 'What the...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was kinda funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-2229951535217293365?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2229951535217293365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2229951535217293365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2229951535217293365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2229951535217293365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/highschool-orentation.html' title='Highschool orentation'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-676647944739733990</id><published>2007-08-27T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:47:00.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>Tonight I heard a whole bunch of sirens. Firetrucks, ambulances, and police cars...anyways, It was around 11:19 PM and my mom and I decided that we should go check it out. We drove for about 10 minutes or around there somewhere, and we saw a big huge blaze. Ok, not true. First I saw smoke and THEN I saw the fire. I have no clue what it was that caught on fire (the mill? A bark pile?), but there sure were a lot of firetrucks....I wonder what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sidenote - I know that the title is kinda crappy. But, I can't really think]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-676647944739733990?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/676647944739733990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=676647944739733990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/676647944739733990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/676647944739733990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/fire_27.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-2116449960874073542</id><published>2007-08-26T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:21:16.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared i'll get scared...</title><content type='html'>At 7:24 (or a couple minutes around there.) Aaron stepped out of the house door.&lt;br /&gt;And that'll probably be the last time I see him until he comes back home.&lt;br /&gt;We did a lil' prayer hug and my mom &amp; Jill cried.&lt;br /&gt;My throat burned because I didn't want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one for emotional good-byes.&lt;br /&gt;Even as i'm writing this, i'm really trying not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;My throat is burning like heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just wanted to share that with ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;I sure will miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me &amp;amp; my bro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-2116449960874073542?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/2116449960874073542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=2116449960874073542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2116449960874073542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/2116449960874073542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/724.html' title='I&apos;m scared i&apos;ll get scared...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-5827678581712750108</id><published>2007-08-26T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T16:25:27.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church?</title><content type='html'>Yes. I am proud of myself for waking up early and going to church.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that &lt;a href="http://puaahunter.blogspot.com/"&gt;.Justin&lt;/a&gt; did a good job of preaching.&lt;br /&gt;Around the middle of the service my dad turned to me and said&lt;br /&gt;"I figured out what the honey packets are for!" And then he read this scripture about how the scripture was like honey on your lips or somethin of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I'm happy to say that I figured it out when I first sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I had a "the message" bible, because I don't know what "ordinance" means. But, supposedly it's "An authoritative command or order."&lt;br /&gt;So...whatever "ordinance" is - it's supposed to be sweeter than honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note to .Justin - How many times have you used the honey thing to relate to the scriptures or whatever?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-5827678581712750108?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5827678581712750108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=5827678581712750108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5827678581712750108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5827678581712750108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/church.html' title='Church?'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-808197821097326058</id><published>2007-08-24T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:36:11.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>The title actually has nothing to do with what i'm gunna type.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a really good song by Senses Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went and watched A Plane to Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Which, was pretty good by the way.&lt;br /&gt;And then after I got home - things took a disasteriffic turn.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not 'disasteriffic'&lt;br /&gt;...more like I got mad at my parents and now I'm on blogspot wondering what to actually write about but instead i'm just rambling on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I had some Rocky Road Ice-cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-808197821097326058?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/808197821097326058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=808197821097326058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/808197821097326058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/808197821097326058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-4482734308166499547</id><published>2007-08-24T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:08:41.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D I figured it out.</title><content type='html'>YES!&lt;br /&gt;I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;So - I've switched my lil URL...address... thingy...if it is that - to OneSpotlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me FOREVER to figure out how to change it from oneofthetopgunnettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not all that computer stupid after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-4482734308166499547?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4482734308166499547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=4482734308166499547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4482734308166499547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4482734308166499547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/d-i-figured-it-out.html' title=':D I figured it out.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3146768552228015808</id><published>2007-08-16T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:16:47.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highschool, Germany, Kenya.</title><content type='html'>Is anybody up at this hour?&lt;br /&gt;Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;Lately i've been staying up till around 2 or 3 AM.&lt;br /&gt;Not a very good habit to get into.&lt;br /&gt;So - let me just ramble on about what i'm thinkin about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off - Going to highschool. I've been stuck in a little christian school all my life and now i'm headed into a huge highschool with TONS of people. ....I'm sure it'll be a dramatic change. There's also a lot of things to worry about. ...but I'll save that for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second - &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=12993674"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt;, my brother, is going to Germany. As excited as I am for him, I think that it'll be weird not seeing him around every so often. But this will be a good chance for him to see Europe and...play basketball?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third - Well, one of my brothers friends is goin to Kenya. He's been goin there for a long time over the summer. He says "I want to see the world, the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful....I'm scared to death that I'll become numb to death,poverty, and injustice....Everyday I want to give my life for something that matters."&lt;br /&gt;...I wish I could be like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3146768552228015808?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3146768552228015808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3146768552228015808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3146768552228015808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3146768552228015808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/highschool-germany-kenya.html' title='Highschool, Germany, Kenya.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-4491972035681689149</id><published>2007-08-03T18:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:52:31.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thorn</title><content type='html'>Ok, let me just say this before I start.&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason to why I am writing this.&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta read all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, at the cabin I stepped on a small thorn on my way inside. I sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully took it out. A small prick of blood ran out and I wiped it away with my thumb. A few seconds later a sharp small pain came. I have to say that I was amazed on how much pain one prick of a small thorn can make - once it didn't stop hurting, I went into the bathroom and used a wet towel with soap and I dabbed the dirt and a small amout of blood off of the area. THEN it started to hurt like crazy. So I turned on the tub so cold water ran slightly and I washed a good amount of the area (like...the whole top pad of my foot) with just clean water. After I dried my foot off, the pain went away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this story does have a meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thorn thing, I started thinking on how much thorns hurt and when you pull it out - it hurts even more. I admit that I don't have a strong walk with God. I am still struggling to find my way through life and how to involve God in the process. I figure that Satan throws little thorns in our/your way. Nothing big, just something small but still hurts. We stop our walk with God momentarily and pull out the thorn to make the pain go away. But instead, it gets worse. We try to shrug it off and we keep walking. But soon enough the pain gets to us and we stop once again. We try everything but it just keeps on hurting. In the end, only God can stop the pain. It may take a while for it to fully heal and for you to get over it. Or sometimes it won't ever heal and you'll just make the pain tollerable. God is the water we wash the thorn prick with.&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's only then we can continue our walk with him - when we trust that He will take away the pain - or just dull it to a tollerable level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...all I have left to say is : I can't even see the mark the thorn made anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-4491972035681689149?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4491972035681689149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=4491972035681689149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4491972035681689149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4491972035681689149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/thorn-not-trying-to-be-all-holy-pt-2.html' title='Thorn'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-3319536651764051953</id><published>2007-08-02T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:43:06.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still camping...</title><content type='html'>but I will be back late saturday!&lt;br /&gt;i've been camping for a week.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I duno if you can actually call it "camping."&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually sitting on the deck of a very small cabin looking out at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;it's very peaceful and lovely, but i'd like to get back home and to a shower.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, there's no shower here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still kinda stoked about The Bourne Ultimatum coming out...TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, Today Aaron, Grant, Ish, and Nate killed 15 bees over by the popcans.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it was the funniest thing EVER.&lt;br /&gt;They had a formation and everything. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;We also went out on the boat and we had an aqua-planer.&lt;br /&gt;And when I went tubing I got wiplashed so much.&lt;br /&gt;And when I woke up the next day I was really sore.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;My time here has been good. A lot of laughing, a lot of running away from bees,  &amp; a lot of swimming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, i'll have to cut it short here. Aaron wants to get on this laptop that won't let me into my e-mail - but it'll let me go to my blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) i'll be happy to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i'm in the middle of a peaceful, quiet, serene, lake of nowheresville.&lt;br /&gt;Even though i'm having a pretty good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh bye all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;[p.s - breanna, if you're reading this -&lt;br /&gt;you should wait till I get back home to see The Bourne Ultimatum]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-3319536651764051953?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/3319536651764051953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=3319536651764051953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3319536651764051953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/3319536651764051953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-still-camping.html' title='i&apos;m still camping...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-5922661158393727135</id><published>2007-07-26T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:41:27.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bourne Ultimatum.</title><content type='html'>I am so excited about this movie.&lt;br /&gt;It's like...&lt;br /&gt;I can't even say anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's going to be better than the first two, or if it's gunna be really lame.&lt;br /&gt;...I hope it's not going to be lame.&lt;br /&gt;But I mean, it's the Bourne...series! It has to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ok, i've rambled enough about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-5922661158393727135?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5922661158393727135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=5922661158393727135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5922661158393727135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5922661158393727135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/bourne-ultimatum.html' title='Bourne Ultimatum.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-88590973682739817</id><published>2007-07-18T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:32:34.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubles</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a person that you care about -&lt;br /&gt;but aren't really close to&lt;br /&gt;do something INCREDIBLY stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is -&lt;br /&gt;since i'm not really close to them -&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I should tell them what I think about this thing that is incredibly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;If, that makes any sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;And it's frusterating because I have an opinion to tell them.&lt;br /&gt;And yet - I know that they wont really care.&lt;br /&gt;Or&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know how to say it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang-it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-88590973682739817?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/88590973682739817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=88590973682739817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/88590973682739817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/88590973682739817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/troubles.html' title='Troubles'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-5294995913375584766</id><published>2007-07-18T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:10:51.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixing</title><content type='html'>I'm a big music fan.&lt;br /&gt;Almost all of my friends know that.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to go through these phases where I like one band for a bit - then I switch to a new one.&lt;br /&gt;And it gets on my nerves because then I rarely listen to the old band.&lt;br /&gt;...Unless - I find a new song of theirs that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - I'm learning something new.&lt;br /&gt;To not listen to one band - all the time -24/7.&lt;br /&gt;To mix bands - to mix the sounds - to mix what other song comes after the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great.&lt;br /&gt;It's simple.&lt;br /&gt;...I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-5294995913375584766?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/5294995913375584766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=5294995913375584766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5294995913375584766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/5294995913375584766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/mixing.html' title='Mixing'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-925527496960004034</id><published>2007-07-13T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T21:44:31.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you swear on your life that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;(No one will cry at my funeral.&lt;br /&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;Just open your eyes. Just open your eyes and see that life is beautiful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yay for anyone who knows this song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking today...well, okay. Not today, but a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through my friends-list on myspace and I was wondering if&lt;br /&gt;A certain someone had taken on the privilege to find a new song.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, he did! And I was like 'YES! Finally!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After a good long 20 min pause and a little thinking and wandering away from blogspot…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanted to say something meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;But, in all honesty…&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, when I began to write this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was listening to 'Life Is Beautiful' by Sixx:A.M. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Thank you D because I wouldn't have listened to this song if it wasn't on yo profile.)&lt;br /&gt;I was filled with a little disappointment and a lot of anger for some unknown reason.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I’m just kind of…&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Like, I don’t really feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because of the reason that&lt;br /&gt;I think I take life for granted.&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t really know that life is, actually, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes –&lt;br /&gt;I think that I need to accomplish something&lt;br /&gt;In order to feel like I mean something.&lt;br /&gt;You know?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s ok if you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not hard to admit, I even admitted it.&lt;br /&gt;Admitted what?&lt;br /&gt;That I take life for granted.&lt;br /&gt;And I duno.&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t usually like admitting some things because&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang-it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-925527496960004034?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/925527496960004034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=925527496960004034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/925527496960004034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/925527496960004034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/will-you-swear-on-your-life-that.html' title='Will you swear on your life that...'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-7414226961602238017</id><published>2007-07-11T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:38:50.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry...what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A'right&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm writing this on the 3rd day after I got my wisdom teeth taken out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I heard that the third day was the worst, well...it wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Thank-you people for telling me that getting your wisdom teeth pulled out wasn't that bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I kinda wanted to laugh before they knocked me out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;because for some reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;everything just seemed funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;But they kept on thinking that I was in pain or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;So, I couldn't laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I went to see Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm sad to say that when I came out of the movie theater, I turned to Britt and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Dangit! That was so disappointing.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;But, I wanted to laugh so incredibly bad during the movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;because when Breanna left near the end to go to a meeting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;all these people were all sighing and giving her pissed off looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;I tell you, that's the greatest thing ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Watching the looks on people's faces when you get up to leave at a movie theater &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while the movie is still playing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;EVEN THOUGH the movie isn't that good. Or nothing exciting is happening.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't worry, Breanna thought it was funny too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...This is kinda a long post. So, I'm just gunna leave it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-7414226961602238017?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/7414226961602238017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=7414226961602238017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7414226961602238017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/7414226961602238017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-sorrywhat.html' title='I&apos;m sorry...what?'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-6047960706830773731</id><published>2007-07-05T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T20:01:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny thing happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, with the sun out yesterday and today, I found out that I got burnt on one side of my face. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This mostly has to do with the fact that on the 4th I was standing watching people light fireworks during the day and I had my left side to the sun. I mean, psh, I couldn't be facing the sun with my right side because I would just be staring at a hill with ivy all over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha, just thought you'd guys like to know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way, me and my friends had a good time today at my party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, that's fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...I can't believe i'm 16! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...I'm OLD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...Dangit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-6047960706830773731?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/6047960706830773731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=6047960706830773731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6047960706830773731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/6047960706830773731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/funny-thing-happened.html' title='Funny thing happened.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-4089381248235204356</id><published>2007-07-03T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:02:38.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not trying to be all 'holy' and such.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I was on myspace recently and I saw that one of my friends Mr. Brad H. had left a bulletin with the following:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Enough with this crap about "if you dont repost this you are denying Christ". Most teens probably don't stand up for Christ, Most People DONT stand up for Christ. So stop posting that crap and stand up for Christ by living like him, not talking about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With reading that - I was like 'YES! No more of that stupid crap! Someone has finally said something!' But then I thought &lt;em&gt;'Why didn't I say anything if those bulletins got on my nerves?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So now, I'm stuck with that thought and I'm believing that I really didn't say anything because I was afraid of how people would react/respond to that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Wonderful, isn't it? Not really.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/491210660998606886-4089381248235204356?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/4089381248235204356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=4089381248235204356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4089381248235204356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/4089381248235204356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/not-trying-to-be-all-holy-and-such.html' title='Not trying to be all &apos;holy&apos; and such.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491210660998606886.post-8229541028750125370</id><published>2007-07-03T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:46:46.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To all of you who have stumbled across my blog -&lt;br /&gt;If you read my posts, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;If you comment on my posts, I thank you even more.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't read my posts and just click the 'back' button ...&lt;br /&gt;There's really no point to say anything because you ain't gunna read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Poor english, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I also don't use commas correctly, and if I do...then it's amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anywho, I have created this for the sake of just having my own blog instead of logging onto our biblestudy's blog and posting on comments that would seem like we speak as one. But we're dont! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'll continue onto another post with a ramble of mine.&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/491210660998606886-8229541028750125370?l=onespotlight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/feeds/8229541028750125370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=491210660998606886&amp;postID=8229541028750125370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8229541028750125370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/491210660998606886/posts/default/8229541028750125370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onespotlight.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-all.html' title='Hello all.'/><author><name>In A Tidal Wave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17208712683126560433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bbBA_j2HGWU/SCkkDh8LUdI/AAAAAAAAACY/MaCQ433FprI/S220/DSCN0271.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
