<?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-26516935</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:28:30.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSPACE</title><subtitle type='html'>The rambliings of one set to trudge the long, ever winding, exceedingly interesting road, that according to "Them" leads to Rome. Where I hope to go someday with ............. that you dont need to know.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-117094595887304991</id><published>2007-02-08T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T07:27:54.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Personality Is Like Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdrugisyourpersonalitylikequiz/alcohol.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the life of the party, a total flirt, and probably a pretty big jokester.Sometimes your behavior gets you in trouble, but you still remain socially acceptable.You're a pretty bad driver, and you're dancing could also use a little work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Drug Is Your Personality Like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  align="center" style="color:#ade9ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What Kristoffer Means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d1f3ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K is for Kind&lt;br /&gt;R is for Relaxed&lt;br /&gt;I is for Impassioned&lt;br /&gt;S is for Stunning&lt;br /&gt;T is for Tame&lt;br /&gt;O is for Openhearted&lt;br /&gt;F is for Flirty&lt;br /&gt;F is for Furry&lt;br /&gt;E is for Easy&lt;br /&gt;R is for Revolutionary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Preppy Name Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpreppynamequiz/boy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whittier Elbridge Duval the SixthBut most people know you as Van&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpreppynamequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Preppy Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your SAT Score of 1180 Means:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursatscoremeanquiz/sat.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Scored Higher Than Howard Stern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Scored Lower Than George W. Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Scored Lower Than Al Gore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Scored Lower Than David Duchovny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Scored Lower Than Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Scored Lower Than Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;Your IQ is most likely in the 120-130 range&lt;br /&gt;Equivalent ACT score: 26&lt;br /&gt;Schools that Fit Your SAT Score: Virginia TechTexas A&amp;amp;M University - College StationUniversity of ConnecticutUniversity of Colorado, BoulderFlorida State University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your SAT Score Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-117094595887304991?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/117094595887304991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=117094595887304991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/117094595887304991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/117094595887304991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-heart-blogthings.html' title='I heart blogthings'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-116476041424373710</id><published>2006-11-28T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:34:19.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much do you Think you know?</title><content type='html'>xHere's a Quiz for You on QuizYourFriends.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=061128155613-417285"&gt;http://www.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=061128155613-417285&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-116476041424373710?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/116476041424373710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=116476041424373710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116476041424373710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116476041424373710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-much-do-you-think-you-know.html' title='How Much do you Think you know?'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-116361728736268370</id><published>2006-11-15T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:02:01.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession, or Guilty as Charged</title><content type='html'>I am now an official eaves-dropper. I was trying to catch two winks in the college hall, and it wasnt working, but i had my eyes closed and was reclining against a wall, and some kids walked over and sat down beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two guys and two girls, two guys know one of the girls, but dont know the other one. They start out talking about a class, then move on to running, then move on to classification (fish, sophmore, ect.). Que aquward silence, the "Watcha think about this weather?" ( it is an exceptionally windy day here in My Town.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get this neck twinge. Where the electrical pain shoots down your neck and archaic curses from the dark ages are flashed into your frontal lobes. It hurt. So I grimiced. Then one of the girls laughed and said "I wonder what he is dreaming about". one of they guys responded, I do that in my sleep. It could be anything. Sometimes before my dad leaves for work at 5 in the morning he comes into my room "(where guy #2 says"If my dad did that I would yell at him)"and has conversations with me. I never wake up, but we talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point i wish when my dad comes into my room at 2 in the morning i would talk and never wake up, causing me to smile. Then the girl says "Look, now he is smiling". So then I open my eyes, and join their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT was very satisfying listening to people comment on me when they didnt think I could hear.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now I can kinda relate to the girls from BC.......&lt;br /&gt;But an also satisfying part was the girl that kept talking about me was the better looking one......&lt;br /&gt;Queen Lynn, We must start a support group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-116361728736268370?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/116361728736268370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=116361728736268370' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116361728736268370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116361728736268370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/11/confession-or-guilty-as-charged.html' title='Confession, or Guilty as Charged'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-116345354974670426</id><published>2006-11-13T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:32:29.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>From We are Still Married by Garrison Keillor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents think I'm crazy,&lt;br /&gt;My kids think I'm bourgeois,&lt;br /&gt;My true love thinks I'm wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;the handsomest she ever saw,&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to dissagree&lt;br /&gt;With one so sensible as she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-116345354974670426?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/116345354974670426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=116345354974670426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116345354974670426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116345354974670426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/11/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-116252884802893351</id><published>2006-11-02T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:40:48.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Beat that Katie~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color: rgb(0, 102, 179); color: white;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black; text-align: center; font-size: 14px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="text-align: center; padding-top: 2px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://howmanyofme.com&lt;/a&gt;" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a href=" /&gt;http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png&lt;/a&gt;" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center; font-size: 16px; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;There are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;people with my name&lt;br /&gt;in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; font-weight:  bold; line-height: 180%; text-decoration: underline;" href="&lt;a href="&gt;How'&gt;http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&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/26516935-116252884802893351?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/116252884802893351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=116252884802893351' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116252884802893351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116252884802893351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/11/beat-that-katie.html' title='~Beat that Katie~!'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-116102672083478898</id><published>2006-10-16T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:25:20.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artists</title><content type='html'>I wish I was one. I can play the violin some. But I cant draw like Molly or Hannah. I cant sing like lydia or evan. Play guitar like Raz or Ryan. Write poetry like the bruces or evan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a link to some awsome stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/wanderingjones"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/wanderingjones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-116102672083478898?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/116102672083478898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=116102672083478898' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116102672083478898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116102672083478898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/10/artists.html' title='Artists'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-116075121790007262</id><published>2006-10-13T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:53:37.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>Paraskavedekatriaphobia. Really. My pyschology prof. told us all about it. She has had students with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to say it three times fast! Or 13 times for that matter.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-116075121790007262?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/116075121790007262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=116075121790007262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116075121790007262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116075121790007262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/10/fear-of-friday-13th.html' title='Fear of friday the 13th'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-116070840577654791</id><published>2006-10-12T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:00:05.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars Relm</title><content type='html'>When the sun goes down and the stars retake the darkened sky,&lt;br /&gt;I must sit and think awhile of why this world should pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;Am I insignificant? Am I worth the air I breathe?&lt;br /&gt;Should I pass away and no one grieve?                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my worry, and this is my plea,&lt;br /&gt;that one day I should find a reason to breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-116070840577654791?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/116070840577654791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=116070840577654791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116070840577654791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116070840577654791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/10/stars-relm.html' title='Stars Relm'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-116042273989442151</id><published>2006-10-09T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:39:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>Now I will reveal to the world my new look. I am growing out my hair. And now it is red. a reddish bronzish color. I am going for A. the ponytail from Master and Commander far side of the world, or B. Till parents say Enought! and lop it all off. But so far they like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait till Memphis, cuz then I will reveal to the world My New Look!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-116042273989442151?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/116042273989442151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=116042273989442151' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116042273989442151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/116042273989442151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/10/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115975886356171746</id><published>2006-10-01T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T20:14:23.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song</title><content type='html'>This summer, during the long hot nights spent awake and making beautiful music, we made one of raz's songs come to life. Thanks to Evan, Raz, Kris, Jacob, Tyler (for outstanding moral support). go to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/razshafer"&gt;www.myspace.com/razshafer&lt;/a&gt;   and listen to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115975886356171746?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115975886356171746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115975886356171746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115975886356171746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115975886356171746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/10/our-song.html' title='Our Song'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115968153603130743</id><published>2006-09-30T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:45:36.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My soundtrack</title><content type='html'>Opening Credits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing Outside the Fire-Garth Brooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call them cool, those hearts that have no scars to show,&lt;br /&gt;the ones that never do let go, an risk the tabels being turned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing Up Together&lt;br /&gt;God Blessed Texas-Little Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highschool&lt;br /&gt;Numb-Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl askes me to dance&lt;br /&gt;I love Rock' n Roll- Joan Jett an the blackhearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the dance&lt;br /&gt; Dancin in the Moonlight-  Toploader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asks Girl out&lt;br /&gt;Help-Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date&lt;br /&gt;Fun, Fun, Fun- Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns Down Second&lt;br /&gt;Learn To be Lonely- Andrew Lloyd Webber, Phantom of the opera credits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happenchance Meeting (at a wedding)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is lost to you- Brooks and Dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together-&lt;br /&gt;I love a rainy Night--Eddie Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposal&lt;br /&gt;All I ask of You-Andrew Llyod Webber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding&lt;br /&gt;Daddy'sMoney- Ricochet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Believer-Smash Mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Only Hope-Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;              All you need is Love-The Beatles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115968153603130743?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115968153603130743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115968153603130743' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115968153603130743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115968153603130743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-soundtrack_30.html' title='My soundtrack'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115913725590771240</id><published>2006-09-24T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:34:15.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Educational Film</title><content type='html'>Here in Texas,  I have two questions at the moment. One for My male and female friends, and one for my female friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the male's question, because it is shorter. Would yall agree that An Ideal Husband is an Educational film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ladies, Describe an Ideal husband. Under 2000 words, and cannot say Kris Shafer, Evan Ritchie, or Grahm Pritchett, without really good explinations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115913725590771240?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115913725590771240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115913725590771240' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115913725590771240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115913725590771240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/09/educational-film.html' title='An Educational Film'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115906768667994563</id><published>2006-09-23T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:14:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its so easy!</title><content type='html'>Today after hearing the old song "Its so easy to fall in love", I was prompted to ponder precariously if it is easier to fall in love or fall out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I would take time to reach the place where I trusted, respected, and cared enought about a girl to really love her. But does it take that same ammount of time for the "love" to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts, right after this profit center update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly released, one of the best movies of 2006, Flyboys is a heart rending story that EVERYONE must see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115906768667994563?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115906768667994563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115906768667994563' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115906768667994563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115906768667994563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-so-easy.html' title='Its so easy!'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115725983680014709</id><published>2006-09-02T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T22:03:56.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My perfect girl</title><content type='html'>There is a girl, who all the readers of this blog have read about, and have seen her character portrayed in a movie. She is THE perfect girl for me. My reading of this book and watching of this movie have made me realize that I would do OH SO manythings just to get her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtual hugs and real M&amp;amp;Ms if you can figure out who this character is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115725983680014709?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115725983680014709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115725983680014709' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115725983680014709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115725983680014709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-perfect-girl.html' title='My perfect girl'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115604946801873981</id><published>2006-08-19T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:51:08.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brothers</title><content type='html'>Lonely tired abandonment, summer gone, not well spent,&lt;br /&gt;Days spent angry, days gone by, "These days are gone" My mournful cry,&lt;br /&gt;Why do we value days gone by more than the moment passing by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry words regretted now, pain not the cause, but rather that they,&lt;br /&gt;were Not words of kindness, Not words of joy, not peals of laughter to remember us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted now by evil, trecherous days of My past,&lt;br /&gt;Days we have shared,&lt;br /&gt;Such a transgressor, dear God forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;That I should have ever angered my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my hope, my wonder, their love,&lt;br /&gt;That time will be shared for years to come,&lt;br /&gt;Forgivness ever flowing will be theirs and mine,&lt;br /&gt;Because the love of a brother is not ruled by time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115604946801873981?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115604946801873981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115604946801873981' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115604946801873981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115604946801873981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-brothers.html' title='My brothers'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115449389075853171</id><published>2006-08-01T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:44:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Life has been begun.</title><content type='html'>Now I have begun college. It is now offical. I have been accepted, I have been through orientation, and I have registered for classes. Now i just have to wait with serendipity and hope that I do not die between now and when school starts, cuz when school starts, I am going to be the coolest guy on campus. I will be the best in my classes. I will do nothing but study. Why? Because my parents told me so. My parents told me so. My parents told me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get 91.1 or higher on all tests, quizes, and other class *Recommended assignments*. (Also known as homework).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said I created an monster. I created a sonterm *now defined as someone who must make themselfes happy with their apperence by dying their hair*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is very serendipitious. Because I think that All girls should dye their hair another color. LIke not a natural hair color, at least once in their life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115449389075853171?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115449389075853171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115449389075853171' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115449389075853171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115449389075853171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/08/college-life-has-been-begun.html' title='College Life has been begun.'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115291431991412328</id><published>2006-07-14T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:58:39.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bout Nothing!</title><content type='html'>After watchin it this afternoon I have my favorite quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a girl worth marrying " Rich she shall be for certain, wise or Ill none, virtuous or Ill never cheapen her, fair or Ill never look upon her, mild or come not near me, of good discourse an excellent musician, and her hair........shall be of what color it please God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons for getting married "The world must be peopled!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the saying Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned??? Try this on for size "I would eat his heart in the marketplace"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And masters, do not forget to specify when time and place shall serve that I am an ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if marry meeting may be wished, God prohibit it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was not  born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, "Serve God, Love me, and mend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the past week at Grandparents, went rock climbing, to the zoo, to a stage musical production of the lion king. Very nice week. Saw POTC2 and Devil wears prada too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115291431991412328?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115291431991412328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115291431991412328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115291431991412328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115291431991412328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/07/bout-nothing.html' title='Bout Nothing!'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115263071808492268</id><published>2006-07-11T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:11:58.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Camp, vollyball, and Grandparents.</title><content type='html'>After a very enjoyable boot camp,  we went to this little party thingy with this girl who likes big words, and then we came down to houston to spend 5 days with grandparents. Off to eat breakfast, will post more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115263071808492268?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115263071808492268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115263071808492268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115263071808492268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115263071808492268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/07/boot-camp-vollyball-and-grandparents_11.html' title='Boot Camp, vollyball, and Grandparents.'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115263064553352734</id><published>2006-07-11T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T08:10:45.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Camp, vollyball, and Grandparents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115263064553352734?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115263064553352734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115263064553352734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115263064553352734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115263064553352734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/07/boot-camp-vollyball-and-grandparents.html' title='Boot Camp, vollyball, and Grandparents.'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115153561984820242</id><published>2006-06-28T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:00:19.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harmony Hill #1</title><content type='html'>these are the first of 3(?)  posts.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115153561984820242?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115153561984820242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115153561984820242' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115153561984820242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115153561984820242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/06/harmony-hill-1.html' title='Harmony Hill #1'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-115095058518049684</id><published>2006-06-21T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:31:36.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cccccc" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cyclops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/cyclops.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause.You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;Power: force beams from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-115095058518049684?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/115095058518049684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=115095058518049684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115095058518049684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/115095058518049684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am.html' title='I am .......'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-114771850786148901</id><published>2006-05-15T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:41:47.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="'border:1px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are a   &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Conservative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span shmolor="#a8a8a8"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(38% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an...   &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economic Conservative&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span shmolor="#a8a8a8"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(75% permissive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are best described as a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+2;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Republican&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="thetable" height="375" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="375" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif" border="0" name="thetable"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr height="75"&gt;  &lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="249"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr height="299"&gt;  &lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td valign="top" align="left" width="249"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="thetable" height="375" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="375" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg" border="0" name="thetable"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;  &lt;tr height="75"&gt;  &lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="249"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr height="299"&gt;  &lt;td width="125"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td valign="top" align="left" width="249"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/politics'"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  on &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com'"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: &lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'"&gt;The OkCupid Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-114771850786148901?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/114771850786148901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=114771850786148901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114771850786148901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114771850786148901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-are-social-conservative-38.html' title=''/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-114745215164057620</id><published>2006-05-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T09:42:31.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night with the Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3261/2776/1600/DSCN0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3261/2776/320/DSCN0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3261/2776/1600/DSCN0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3261/2776/320/DSCN0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3261/2776/1600/DSCN0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3261/2776/320/DSCN0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3261/2776/1600/DSCN0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3261/2776/320/DSCN0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are from the Formal in Wichita Falls that Gabbie and I went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first darker picture  she is trying to "Walk like an Egyptian", and in the second dark picture I am "Twisting". Ask Gabbie. She will be more than happy to explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-114745215164057620?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/114745215164057620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=114745215164057620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114745215164057620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114745215164057620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/05/night-with-stars.html' title='A Night with the Stars'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-114741075492037844</id><published>2006-05-11T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:12:34.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Hero!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sitcomsonline.com/photopost/data/1038/26911missy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sitcomsonline.com/photopost/data/1038/26911missy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tonight, I am highly motivated to get ripped. In shape. Put Arnold to SHAME ripped. Like Vin Diesel, but without the steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is partially due to seeing "Stick It". Oh, how I wish that I had "Stuck It" and stayed in gymnastics!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new hero is Missy Peregrym!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-114741075492037844?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/114741075492037844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=114741075492037844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114741075492037844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114741075492037844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-new-hero.html' title='My new Hero!!!!!'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-114670952944514516</id><published>2006-05-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T19:25:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on a limb.....</title><content type='html'>I am going to step out on a limb and say my favorite book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim by R. Kipling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems strange, I know, but its not really that wierd. Its a book about a British boy who grows up in India and joins the British Secret Service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-114670952944514516?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/114670952944514516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=114670952944514516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114670952944514516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114670952944514516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/05/out-on-limb.html' title='Out on a limb.....'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-114614856276745714</id><published>2006-04-27T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T07:36:02.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Voice You Hear</title><content type='html'>This album by Jackson Browne is really sweet. not quite groovy, but really sweet. Easy listening, calming, and thought provoking. Take for instance the song "The Rebel Jesus".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-114614856276745714?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/114614856276745714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=114614856276745714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114614856276745714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114614856276745714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/04/next-voice-you-hear.html' title='The Next Voice You Hear'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-114597742650475964</id><published>2006-04-25T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T08:03:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dvorak In Iowa&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Fear of loss. Dread of poverty.&lt;br /&gt;Apprehension before a journey. &lt;br /&gt;These impressions vanished into melodies &lt;br /&gt;that dropped like rain into deep puddles&lt;br /&gt;creating codas of concentric rings.&lt;br /&gt;All the children, his wife and her sister &lt;br /&gt;boarded in New York, skirts rustling&lt;br /&gt;voices chattering with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;The rails sang as the train spanned&lt;br /&gt;the expanse of Iowa and crossed it like a pioneer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here the farmers were miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;It was a land of monumental thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;He closed the shutters of the rented cottage&lt;br /&gt;lit the lamps in the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;and played mournful chords on the piano to drown&lt;br /&gt;the deep bellowing of the active sky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dread of fire and thieves dispersed while he walked&lt;br /&gt;along the shore of the Turkey River.&lt;br /&gt;The wind hissed through the grass.&lt;br /&gt;Birdsongs percolated at random moments.&lt;br /&gt;These were the sounds the earth produced&lt;br /&gt;as it spread itself broadly to the warmth of summer&lt;br /&gt;not recoiling from the footsteps of men&lt;br /&gt;who worshipped a Christian God.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He walked in the street&lt;br /&gt;spoke to the people as a Czech&lt;br /&gt;saw the sun as if for the first time&lt;br /&gt;the only sun that both the Indian and white man knew&lt;br /&gt;and he felt the heat that caused the world to grow&lt;br /&gt;stretch itself thickly in the village.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There was a language of voices and of music&lt;br /&gt;in this place far from the babble of Prague&lt;br /&gt;and the accolades of New York's finest citizens.&lt;br /&gt;It was like the silence of a church&lt;br /&gt;where the shadows between the pillars and the pews&lt;br /&gt;spoke of boundless things.&lt;br /&gt;A white church in a green plain&lt;br /&gt;with a steeple like a teepee&lt;br /&gt;that caused the spirit to soar.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Big Moon, a Kickapoo chief&lt;br /&gt;spoke with a soft gutteral tongue.&lt;br /&gt;His english words were graceful with resonance&lt;br /&gt;a deep toned sound as if singing&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of a well. &lt;br /&gt;His kingly dress was bright.&lt;br /&gt;Colored feathers marked his rank.&lt;br /&gt;In the town square he and his family&lt;br /&gt;intoned a native melody that struck the heart like wind.&lt;br /&gt;They sang of corn that grew in sacred places.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Where does the music come from?&lt;br /&gt;Big Moon asks. It comes from God&lt;br /&gt;is Antonin's reply. The Indian nods his head&lt;br /&gt;like a mountain moving up and down&lt;br /&gt;and surrounds himself with smoke&lt;br /&gt;from the feathered calumnet&lt;br /&gt;clamped between his teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-114597742650475964?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/114597742650475964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=114597742650475964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114597742650475964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114597742650475964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/04/dvorak-in-iowa-fear-of-loss.html' title='&lt;My English/Writing assingment&gt;'/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-114554576393027224</id><published>2006-04-20T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T08:09:23.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met a traveler from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,And on the pedestal these words appear:"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-114554576393027224?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/114554576393027224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=114554576393027224' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114554576393027224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114554576393027224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-met-traveler-from-antique-landwho.html' title=''/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26516935.post-114548106887105168</id><published>2006-04-19T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T14:11:08.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back. I am now leaving again. This blog might, by some chance, accidentally have a post or two, but it is mainly for leaving innocenly innocent comments on friends blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26516935-114548106887105168?l=noposthere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/feeds/114548106887105168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26516935&amp;postID=114548106887105168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114548106887105168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26516935/posts/default/114548106887105168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noposthere.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>HHomeboy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12605742388383665288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
