<?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-23108932</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:39:02.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Points of Interest</title><subtitle type='html'>Anything that crosses my mind from quotes, life experiences, to political rantings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23108932.post-115552682583065396</id><published>2006-08-13T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:40:25.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>revised wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I realized that my wants list was a bit outdated. I know there's more to this than I have but this works for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna be an above average, but not necessarily great, painter/designer/musician so I can have something of me out there in the world that hopefully makes someone think because I think that's something that we don't do enough, think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to write philosophy books that make perfect sense to me with extremely vivid imagery that many people will think are metaphors but are really just extremely vivid imagery that has nothing to do with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a house that's nicely sized with a gallery off the one side for my art to hang and for people to come look at it and go "what a nut." A studio for painting and doing prints in the back of the gallery that I can get ink and paint everywhere and not have to worry about it because that's what the room is for. I want a clear elegant acrylic bathtub in my living room filled with water, fish, and little submarines. I want a loft in my living room where I can go be cool and read books and write poems. I want a library what has tons of books that I'll never read but I still know what the titles to each one of them are. But if I have a few bedrooms and a bathroom, a TV, and a place to eat food then that works just fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a wife that loves me as much as I love her. I want her to genuinely care for me and be interested in what I think is neat because I'd do the same for her. I want to spend nights watching movies, cooking food (food is good), going to the store to get food, and everything that my mom and dad did and if possible, more. I want to grow old beside her wondering when the kids are going to come visit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want two kids, a boy and a girl, two years apart in that order. But if they wouldn't get along, then I'd want two boys or two girls, whichever God wants me to have. I want us all to live together in happiness and joy with as few quarrels as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to live a long happy life with those in numbers 3 and 4 in the house described in 2. And if possible within a short distance of my mom, in-laws, any pets I may acquire over my years and any other relatives and friends that enter my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be a great servant of God. Lately thats been hard for me to do so that's a goal I want to achieve in my lifetime. I think God's nudging me that way, I just have to listen to what he says and get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a 1995 Nissan 240SX Manual Transmission with body kit, custom paint job, RO-JA 20" Rims painted black with a full tune up so that it'd be a great drift car. I also want a 10 passenger Econo-van because they're awesome. And if I got extra money, 2006 Subaru WRX STI. It can be stock, I just want it because it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to live to watch my kids grow up, to watch them date and break up and be there for them when it happens. I want to help them in all their hard times. I want to send them off to school/college/work with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye as I realize how fast they're growing up. I want to see them get married and I want to be there as they have kids and head out on their own. I want to be that person that when they look back on life they say, he was always there for me, even when I pushed away, and I want them to realize that God's the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Once again here is my list of wants. Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-115552682583065396?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/115552682583065396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=115552682583065396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/115552682583065396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/115552682583065396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/08/revised-wants.html' title='revised wants'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114712474652589556</id><published>2006-05-08T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:45:46.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the semester draws to an end, I decided to write out my goals for summer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go camping with Tim and Frank and some others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go golfing at least once a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spend a lot of time with Erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do at least 5 paintings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Write music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go hiking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Play backyard sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Skateboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get in shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do a graffiti wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go to the driving range weekly or more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be continued...&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/23108932-114712474652589556?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114712474652589556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114712474652589556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114712474652589556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114712474652589556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/05/goals.html' title='goals'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114712506735086448</id><published>2006-05-08T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:51:07.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>painting styles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coming out of my painting final today I can add a new style of painting to my list that my style has been described as. We already have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abstract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Realism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Expressionism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Impressionism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minimalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(any combination of the above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now we can add SURREALISM to the list. Finally Todd actually identified the style I paint in. Took him long enough to actually say it. Oh well, I've known my style for awhile now. Thats what matters.&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/23108932-114712506735086448?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114712506735086448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114712506735086448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114712506735086448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114712506735086448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/05/painting-styles_08.html' title='painting styles'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114689071560175550</id><published>2006-05-05T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:45:15.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sick, still...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I approach a month since my last post, I realize, I'm sick of a lot of things. Now for anyone who knows my past, don't worry it's not anything to be concerned about. I'm just really bored here and sick of being alone. My girl's back home and I'm three hours away. Because of a party tomorrow, a final Monday, and my work being graded until Wednesday, I have to stay here. I'm just sick of it. I want out. I want my three and a half months of freedom from this craphole town. I'm sick of having nothing to do around here at all. I mean yeah I have friend here, but after 9 months I just want to go home and see spend weeks with Tim, Erica, Frank, Adam, Dottse, Clif, and everyone else. I miss them all. I'm out. Probably won't be back for a long time. So have a good life.&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/23108932-114689071560175550?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114689071560175550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114689071560175550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114689071560175550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114689071560175550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick-still.html' title='sick, still...'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114479221628766950</id><published>2006-04-11T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:50:16.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah I know I haven't been posting oh well. But it'll be made up once this weekend happens and I get my pictures on the computer. Frank's party is this weekend and I'll be getting a lot of good stories from that. I should brush up on my first aid before I go. That'd be a smart thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about it?&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/23108932-114479221628766950?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114479221628766950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114479221628766950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114479221628766950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114479221628766950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/04/thirty_11.html' title='thirty'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114411709449400893</id><published>2006-04-03T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:18:14.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spaghetti-os</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just as a heads up, forget that last post because it's obsolete. I got an "I want to hang out with you, it'd be fun" kind of comment and then I crapped my pants, and then I jumped for joy, then I changed my pants, and then drank some chocolate milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crappy story I know, but words of wisdom coming up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MORAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never buy Spaghetti-O's from a convenience store. They're gross and now I think I might throw up.&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/23108932-114411709449400893?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114411709449400893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114411709449400893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114411709449400893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114411709449400893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/04/spaghetti-os.html' title='spaghetti-os'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114403604023225109</id><published>2006-04-02T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:47:20.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever get that feeling that when you find that someone that you'd do anything for a chance to spend 5 minutes with them. But every time you try and do so, you mess up, further postponing the 5 minutes to the point that you push them away permanently. I'm kinda there right now. Downstairs is someone I find rather interesting, however I've never said more than 2 words to her in person. But you know what? I think one day I might actually get the nerve to walk downstairs and say, hey, what's up? Then from there just see what happens next. If I'm crazy, just let me know, but I think it's worth a shot. Nothing else seems to be working so I'm thinking I will. Just need a day.&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/23108932-114403604023225109?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114403604023225109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114403604023225109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114403604023225109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114403604023225109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114365816670762089</id><published>2006-03-29T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:49:26.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cloning rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The process of cloning shows a lack of respect for oneself. If someone has respect for themselves, then they would want to follow the path that's laid out for them, and not redo it or create another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; We as humans have been given a gift of life and it's ours to not abuse. By cloning we create life in a non-traditional way of using one cell instead of two. Animals are also given this gift and we should not abuse it with them either. Humans can give consent as to whether they want cloned or not, but an animal has no say in the matter which is unfair to the animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; A practical application of human cloning is to create “super soldiers” for war. However when in history has war completely solved a problem? War has never once solved problems. Lives were taken, bitterness towards another begins or strengthens, citizens of countries become hateful. So that shows that there's no need for these soldiers to even be created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I know that no matter what the government or citizens say, it might one day take place in private. If one person learns how to clone and sets up a laboratory, they could run an entire operation where they could in fact, clone a super army that could basically be used to create a World War III with an army of reusable soldiers using characteristics of the best and highly trained styles of people. Which in itself is an impractical idea and highly unethical approach to cloning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cloning is another one of the fantasies of human desire that is impractical and not worth doing. It should be left in the minds and fiction books of human society instead of the laboratories of human society.&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/23108932-114365816670762089?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114365816670762089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114365816670762089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114365816670762089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114365816670762089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/cloning-rant.html' title='cloning rant'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114358770794010671</id><published>2006-03-28T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:15:07.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Most people don't have any clue what they want in life. But I do, to a point. Here they are in random order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna be an above average, but not necessarily great, painter/designer so I can have something of me out there in the world that hopefully makes someone think because I think that's something that we don't do enough, think.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a house that's nicely sized with a gallery off the one side for my art to hang and for people to come look at it and go "what a nut." I want a clear elegant plastic bathtub in my living room filled with water, fish, and little submarines. I want a loft in my living room where I can go be cool and read books and write poems. I want a library what has tons of books that I'll never read but I still know what the titles to each one of them are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a wife that loves me as much as I love her. I want her to genuinely care for me and be interested in what I think is neat because I'd do the same for her. I want two kids, a boy and a girl, two years apart in that order. But if they wouldn't get along, then I'd want two boys or two girls, whichever God wants me to have. I want us all to live together in happiness and joy with as few quarrels as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to live a long happy life with those in number 2 along with my mom, in-laws, any pets I may aquire over my years and any other relatives and friends that enter my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be a great servant of God. Lately thats been hard for me to do so that's a goal I want to achieve in my lifetime. I think God's nudging me that way, I just have to listen to what he says and get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a 1995 Nissan 240SX Manual Transmission with body kit, custom paint job, RO-JA 20" Rims painted black with a full tune up so that it'd be a great drift car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to live to watch my kids grow up, to watch them date and break up. I want to be there for them when they have a hard homework assignment. I want to send them off to school/college/work with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye as I realize how fast they're growing up. I want to see them get married and I want to be with them as they have kids and head out on their own. I want to be that person that when they look back on life they say, he was always there for me, even when I pushed away, and I want them to realize that God's the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope that helps everyone to maybe know what they want in life. I'm sure theres more, but that's what I think is important. If I can have these, I'll have a great life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114358770794010671?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114358770794010671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114358770794010671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114358770794010671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114358770794010671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/wants.html' title='wants'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114352231010333933</id><published>2006-03-28T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:05:10.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ignored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If this is what it takes for someone to show they care, I hope I don't die. No one might show up. It's amazing how much you can show care for someone and they ignore you, but those you pay little mind to love you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mallory, you're the best. Thanks for everything you've done.&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/23108932-114352231010333933?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114352231010333933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114352231010333933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114352231010333933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114352231010333933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/ignored.html' title='ignored'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114343855123285979</id><published>2006-03-27T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:49:11.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>questions 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When will things calm down? Will life ever get easier? When will I get my answers? Will it even matter that I'm asking questions? When will she arrive at my door? Will I be the one to arrive at her door? If I'm supposedly the person everyone loves and wants to be with why don't they ever mean it? I quit. I give up. I surrender.&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/23108932-114343855123285979?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114343855123285979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114343855123285979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114343855123285979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114343855123285979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/questions-1.html' title='questions 1'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114340762013805090</id><published>2006-03-26T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:49:52.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-body</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok I didn't write this but it's still great. I think everyone can learn from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a little story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which "-body" are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114340762013805090?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114340762013805090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114340762013805090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114340762013805090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114340762013805090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/body.html' title='-body'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114339491864266339</id><published>2006-03-26T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T12:57:10.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm sick of people that are fake and I'm sick of people that hide. I'm sick of being both those in one. Martin Luther said "We preach best what we need to learn most." So if I preach living 100% for God and being the best Christian you can be, how come I'm sitting here after sleeping through church and not even caring. How come my roommate who I call my friend, is unsaved and I'm doing nothing about it. I have huge secrets of things that need to come out and what do I do? Smile and act like nothing's wrong. However there is something wrong, but for fear of 2,000 questions I keep my mouth shut. I'm sick of feeling like I'm going nowhere in life and all I'll ever have is just the same everyday crap that I have now. I'll never get married, my house will be nothing interesting, my art won't go anywhere, and I'll end up doing nothing at all. Why do I fear this when God says that He's got plans for me to prosper? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114339491864266339?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114339491864266339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114339491864266339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114339491864266339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114339491864266339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-of.html' title='sick of...'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114335508091009740</id><published>2006-03-26T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:38:00.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>applications</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a lot of decisions to make right now, and a lot of truths to tell everyone. It's a hard thing to do but it needs done. My problem is how do I do it and who do I tell? I'm at a point where everything is questioned even if I know that asking won't make a difference. I guess I just need guidance and help. I need someone to be there for me to say it's Ok, we'll get through this, keep on going. Someone to push me and to keep me motivated and to make sure I don't screw up. Currently accepting applications...&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/23108932-114335508091009740?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114335508091009740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114335508091009740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114335508091009740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114335508091009740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/applications.html' title='applications'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114327199676576748</id><published>2006-03-25T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:33:16.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>out of place</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever feel out of place? Not just one nerd in the middle of the football team, I mean out of place. They talk about "out of body" experiences where the person's being travels somewhere else. I believe in these however I also don't like it, always. I've had one before that was great and I wouldn't trade it for anything. However now I feel as if I'm somewhere else living another life while I'm trapped in this body living a life that isn't mine. Why do I feel this way? Am I not being pushed enough? Am I not at my potential? Am I living a lie? God please send me answers.&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/23108932-114327199676576748?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114327199676576748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114327199676576748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114327199676576748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114327199676576748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/out-of-place.html' title='out of place'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114326962627514257</id><published>2006-03-25T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:53:46.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>losing jim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holland - Losing Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cry until I bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And red is all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holding on, dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No miracle rehearsed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Could take away this curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Swollen eyes, hung to dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lose your last hope, beginning to choke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I can take is thrown in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you mean well, but I'm not well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And these bones are caving it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No spirit left within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fading fast, never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the stench is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of memories gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wearing thin and losing Jim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lose your last hope, beginning to choke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All I can take is thrown in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you mean well, but I'm not well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the stench is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of memories gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wearing thin and losing Jim &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/23108932-114326962627514257?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114326962627514257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114326962627514257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114326962627514257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114326962627514257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/losing-jim.html' title='losing jim'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114317777494355946</id><published>2006-03-24T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:22:54.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pr site</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just started another blog. If you read this one don't worry about the other. It's basically where so far the rantings of politics numbers one and two are placed along with any that will come after today. But they'll be on here so you awesome people don't have to keep track of two blogs at once. I'm so nice to you. But if you want to it's thepoliticalrant.blogspot.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Management&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/23108932-114317777494355946?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114317777494355946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114317777494355946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114317777494355946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114317777494355946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/pr-site.html' title='pr site'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114317494699567273</id><published>2006-03-23T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:41:06.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kansas rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was talking to a friend today and this is what I've got to say about Kansas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where could I live when I graduate from college? Pittsburgh, New Mexico, but definately not Kansas. And why not live with Toto? Because Toto died in a meeting with Chuck Norris. And Kansas sucks. Why do you think Oz was amazing? It's because it wasn't Kansas. Trust me on this one, I've been to Kansas. IT's thousands of acres of nothing. Flat, unmountainous nothing. I'm pretty sure if I looked, I could've seen the borders of the state from the middle, because there was nothing in the way to block my view. Now I couldn't actually see the border, and that was only beause it was foggy that day as I drove 3 hours across nothing. I hate Kansas. Should be more like "Kan't-do-anything-cool-sas." I hope I've shown everyone just how crappy Kansas is. Now for you who live in Kansas here's a list of other places to live outside of the nothing. How about Ohio. It's high in the middle and round on the ends. Just like a car. And everyone loves cars. There's Canada, beautiful place. Never was there but they let you do almost anything. Just the way America should be. Perhaps you'd like Florida, sure there might be hurricanes, but know what, they've got the best tattoo shop in the world down in South Beach. That makes up for it. Maybe Colorado. This state isn't square, it's hip. Five Iron Frenzy came straight out of the Mile High City itself, Denver. Walk down the street you might even see Reese being awesome. And of course there's Pittsburgh, heart of the Steeler Nation. We're awesome here, not nothing. Our town won the Super Bowl, what's Kansas done? Nothing, because thats what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Sorry to anyone that actually lives in Kansas, this was meant for humor, not to bash you in the face with a hockey stick. I just really do not like Kansas at all.)&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/23108932-114317494699567273?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114317494699567273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114317494699567273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114317494699567273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114317494699567273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/kansas-rant_23.html' title='kansas rant'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114317007834047153</id><published>2006-03-23T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:30:59.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those with dreams that have no hope, have nothing at all of which to cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if I spend all my time daydreaming and thinking of "what if's", but don't actually think anything will ever happen, I have nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have nothing.&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/23108932-114317007834047153?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114317007834047153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114317007834047153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114317007834047153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114317007834047153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-4.html' title='quote 4'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114308906906188092</id><published>2006-03-22T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:29:55.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If zombies were eating my brain, would you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, once again because of an experience I'm dealing with now (not mine, someone else's) I have to repeat, "DON"T BUY THE IPOD NANO! IT"S THE WORST IDEA APPLE HAS EVER HAD! (only bad one ever I might add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114308906906188092?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114308906906188092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114308906906188092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114308906906188092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114308906906188092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/zombies.html' title='zombies'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114298174776032166</id><published>2006-03-21T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:59:58.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>political rant #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The Bill of Rights is the first ten Amendments of the United States Constitution. These Amendments give us our freedoms and make America the nation it is. Or at least once it was. Examining Amendment 1 of the Bill of Rights we see five God given freedoms that we as Americans are given. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assembly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Petition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Of these five I feel that there is only one of these that we still possess and that would be assembly, as long as you're assembling in support of Bush.&lt;br /&gt;The First Amendment says this dealing with religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This shows that not only should the government not support the breakdown of a religion but also shouldn't support the rise of another. For example, a town has the Ten Commandments on display (respected by not only Christians but Jews and Muslims alike). An atheist walks by and says, "I'm offended." So they go to the courts to have it removed and the way things are going now, they would be taken down in the name of "separation of church and state." Does anyone realize what this meant to the Founding Fathers? It meant that the government would stay out of the dealings of the church (mosque, tabernacle, realm of reflection, etc.) Not that the church should be removed from the state. However that's not what it means to this nation anymore. Instead they focus on the first half of this freedom. However the other half says that there should be "no law...prohibiting the FREE exercise thereof." So why is it that the government seems to favor bashing one religion and the praise of another?&lt;br /&gt;The next part of the Amendment says "...or abridging the freedom of speech..." Abridging means to make something shorter or to condense. So why d&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oes the government set up free speech zones? Because I thought that all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,courier,courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;3,536,278 sq miles of American soil was a free speech zone. Apparently that's something that the Founding Fathers forgot to mention in the final draft of the Constitution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cindy Sheehan's son died in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and she went to Bush's ranch in Crawford &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Texas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to speak with Bush. However she was&lt;/span&gt; five miles away from the ranch to protest. Here the Secret Service came and told them it wasn't safe to be where they were. In all honesty, I bet they said that to see if they'd leave because they were getting on Bush's nerves. However she did get near the ranch at one point but two higher-ups in the government came to speak with her, not Bush. Mr. Bush in his work the USA PATRIOT Act says that if needed, the government can define protest as terrorism. That doesn't sound like free speech to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The next section is about the press. The media, skewed and bias as it is, can easily be fixed by looking at other sources of information such as www.fair.org (Fairness and Accuracy In Reporting). But what if the only source for a certain topic is given by CNN or Fox News. Bush has been known to pay journalists and other media members to promote things that he and his administration do. Most Americans don't even know what the USA PATRIOT Act is let alone that it infringes upon the rights that they think they have. So if Bush is paying off the media to say that the USA PATRIOT Act is the best thing ever to hit the world, how does anyone know otherwise? They read it and think for themselves. Question is, how long before Bush takes away free thought?&lt;br /&gt;Assembly is when a group gathers together commoncommom purpose. I'll revisit Mrs. Sheehan for a moment. When she met with the McLennan County Sheriff he said, "loud, but peaceful." The section of the First Amendment about assembly says "...the right of the people peaceably to assemble..." So if the Sheriff said she was peaceful, why was she held five miles away from the ranch? It would be one thing if she was waving a shotgun in the air saying she'd kill Bush if he came within range. However instead she just wanted a few questions answered. So why did Bush send law enforcement officials to keep her and other protesters like her at bay? Fear of showing weakness perhaps. But I think that hiding in your home with the fear of talking to a mother about your pointless war is more of a weakness.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly we have the right "...to petition the government for a redress of grievances." Ok Mr. Bush, www.reopen911.org asks one thing of Bush, Re-Open the case of September 11th, 2001. Many families of the victims and many more like myself want simple answers to questions remaining about that day. Countless petitions roam around the nation on paper and on the internet, but nothing is ever done about it. How many signatures does Mr. Bush need to see before he'll come out and admit he's to blame?&lt;br /&gt;It's time we stand up and take a charge. Demand your rights. If arrested tell the police officer your rights. Repeat the First Amendment. Worship the God of your choice and do so in a way that shows you believe, stand on your rooftop and shout your opinions, read the news and read other sources as well, hold gatherings to discuss the government and what they do, and sign petitions dealing with topics in which you want answers for and for things you want changed. Don't be afraid of Bush an his deciet, be afraid of silence. Because when nothing is said or done, the weak can rise to power without question. So thank you Mr. Bush, thank you for being the weak one to rise up and lead this nation into the ground. Stand up, think for yourself, question authority, live life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114298174776032166?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114298174776032166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114298174776032166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114298174776032166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114298174776032166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/political-rant-2.html' title='political rant #2'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114297789174415274</id><published>2006-03-21T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:12:56.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sorry about that rant everyone, but it's going to happen more often. In fact I'm in the process of reading the USA PATRIOT Act and criticizing it to the fullest degree. I have the right to free speech and petition and I'm going to use them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL:&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started on the government. You'll get an earful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114297789174415274?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114297789174415274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114297789174415274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114297789174415274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114297789174415274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/politics.html' title='politics'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114287853285006803</id><published>2006-03-20T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:42:05.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>political rant #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When America's founding fathers started this nation, they wanted a nation opposite from the oppressive one they had come from. This meant freedoms to do and say what they felt, not to do and say as the government feels. But today the government puts limits on what we do and say and only allows us "zones" of free speech. These zones don't even take place near the cause for those wanting to practice their freedom of speech. Instead they're miles away. The government censors what the media says about what they're doing. The media is already bias and skewed and now the government is throwing itself into the media, controlling it and making it less believable than it already is. The United States Constitution and Bill of Rights are being thrown right out the window after being ripped in half by Bush and there's nothing we can do about it because Bush's oh so "amazing" USA PATRIOT Act is now taking precedence and becoming the new constitution. All in the name of protecting America from Terrorism. Well want to know the truth? Anyone who attacks this nation and limits our freedoms is a Terrorist. You heard me right. Bush, Cheney, Rusmfeld, and all of those jerks in D.C. are the true terrorists that are attacking America. This Act labels anyone that dares speak their mind as a terrorist unless it agrees with the government's say and will. Why? So they can rob us of every right we have. It's time we stand up and do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114287853285006803?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114287853285006803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114287853285006803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114287853285006803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114287853285006803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/political-rant-1.html' title='political rant #1'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114274021836667321</id><published>2006-03-18T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T22:50:18.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>message night 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who would've guessed 5 guys would sit around playing Donkey Konga, but specifically to the song Bingo. For several turns nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gave my message today and everyone seemed to really like it. Either they all wanted to just encourage me, or they really did like it. Anyone, Made New Ministries has officially started and that means we're on our way. Guess I should finally make that shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MORAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always live your fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114274021836667321?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114274021836667321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114274021836667321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114274021836667321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114274021836667321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/message-night-1.html' title='message night 1'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114222999264324440</id><published>2006-03-13T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:08:10.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well I don't know, maybe I'm in love. Maybe I'm not. But no matter what I don't know what's going to happen. I think I have the best quote for this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The worst feeling in the world is sitting beside the one your feelings belong to, knowing full well that no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you want, you'll never, ever have a chance with her. But I don't like to leave things up to chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much sums it up for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114222999264324440?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114222999264324440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114222999264324440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114222999264324440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114222999264324440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-3.html' title='quote 3'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114195615394691667</id><published>2006-03-09T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:02:33.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deadlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just got back from Jozarts. Gallery opening was tonight. I was not featured because I gave my spot away. Aren't I so nice? Actually it's because my drawing would've looked better if I smeared poo on it. At least then it would've been interesting. Anyway Bean and I went down and I'm sitting there and I realize I've never turned one thing in on time this semester (art stuff, not gen eds). And I found a quote by the one and only Douglas Adams that said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="g"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." HOW TRUE IS THAT!? Good stuff from that man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MORAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be an art major. Nothings ever due on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114195615394691667?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114195615394691667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114195615394691667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114195615394691667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114195615394691667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/deadlines.html' title='deadlines'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114184500520000320</id><published>2006-03-08T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:10:05.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heres a quote for all of you. By Robert Martin from my English class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bush is running this nation into the ground. But if you turn on the news all you see is whether Barry Bonds should be in the Hall of Fame or not because he used Steroids. Bush is killing tons of people in Iraq and the news says, "Look at the monkey. Don't look over there look at the monkey. Eyes, eyes, look at the monkey. Good job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's got it right.&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/23108932-114184500520000320?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114184500520000320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114184500520000320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114184500520000320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114184500520000320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-2.html' title='quote 2'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114175173162485397</id><published>2006-03-07T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:16:07.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>water break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up to no water pressure on all of campus. Got pretty annoyed by this. Until I walked my way to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MORAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A 20-foot-high geyser of water in the center of campus makes anyone smile.&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/23108932-114175173162485397?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114175173162485397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114175173162485397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114175173162485397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114175173162485397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/water-break.html' title='water break'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114170556877598840</id><published>2006-03-06T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:26:08.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quote 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quote by me. Copyright and everything. If I find you using it, I'll cut off your toe nails and your hair and hang your by your pants so they fall off and you'll be embarrassed and everyone will laugh. Hey that was a good one, now onto the actual quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try and be as insane as possible everyday. It helps to break the monotony.&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/23108932-114170556877598840?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114170556877598840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114170556877598840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114170556877598840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114170556877598840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-1.html' title='quote 1'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114170505843936327</id><published>2006-03-06T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:24:48.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lukewarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Scripture for the day. Revelation 3:14-22. Talks about Christ's message to the church in Laodicea. They're lukewarm and nasty to his taste so he spits em out and tells em to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric for the day. TobyMAC - Catch-a-fire&lt;br /&gt;Slackin off like a bum. I'm feeling ho-hum. I'm feeling lukewarm like the water on my tounge. Started out when we was hot, looked up and now we're not. We had that fire like we was boiling in a pot. Fire, I'm feeling for a flicker. Man we'll fan the flame and make it something bigger. Started out when we was hot, looked up and now we're not. We're gonna catch a fire, catch a fire for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the message today is don't be lukewarm and be active in Christ. He's a good time and I reccomend being apart of that party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL:&lt;br /&gt;I think I just said it in the last sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114170505843936327?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114170505843936327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114170505843936327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114170505843936327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114170505843936327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/lukewarm.html' title='lukewarm'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114162369510741717</id><published>2006-03-06T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:41:35.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok well today I only really have a moral, and that is as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL:&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your door when you go to sleep. Because when you wake up you'll have the doorway covered in paper towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114162369510741717?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114162369510741717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114162369510741717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114162369510741717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114162369510741717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114154454665392091</id><published>2006-03-05T02:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T02:54:08.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to my roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lately I've been listening to a lot of country and by lately I mean today. I think what I should do with Cheapside is turn it from an emo band to a Country group. One man as always, just country. I think I chose country because it tells it as it is and I like that. Really really like that. Because I think America in particular but the world needs to hear things as it is. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the truth of things that have been done will tear the world apart. But I think the gospel of Jesus would save this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL:&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to country when sitting down to write songs, or you'll want an old guy with a 2 foot beard playing a steel guitar right beside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114154454665392091?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114154454665392091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114154454665392091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114154454665392091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114154454665392091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-to-my-roots.html' title='back to my roots'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114136071306210905</id><published>2006-03-02T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T02:53:48.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny ain't it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ok first week of school last semester I was hanging out with someone by the name of Kim. At the time we were in the GRush and it was here I met someone by the name of Randi who was a nice girl and didn't know anything about her or about who she was but I met her. She walked away and we never really met or spoke again. Well this semester my friend Andrea was going to go to Bible Study over in A and I agreed to go along basically for moral support. I was in two other studies at the time and felt that was more than enough for me to concentrate on while still balancing my classwork and social life and other aspects of my faith as well. So I planned to go along for a few weeks and then take my leave. Well she never went and I stayed. Here Randi and I met again and as of tonight became accountability partners. I was even thinking on my way in the room, I think I know her but how. I'd like to hang out with her and find out how exactly I know her. Well funny how God smacks you in the face ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL:&lt;br /&gt;Be careful what you wish for. Ok that was lame. How about, be nice to everyone because you never know where they'll pop back into your life at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23108932-114136071306210905?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114136071306210905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114136071306210905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114136071306210905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114136071306210905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-aint-it.html' title='funny ain&apos;t it?'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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-23108932.post-114114597157553537</id><published>2006-02-28T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T02:53:34.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>your grid is off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In drawing class today, Maggy tells me "Your grid is off." Sure enough I looked at it and what do you know. My grid is 100% off. Not matching up to anything at all. So what do I do? I start over. Sure I'm really hurting myself with the due date in two days and my limited drawing skills, but it looks better now and it's got a better start so that I think that I'm gonna be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MORAL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When things are really off in your life, sometimes you just need to start over.&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/23108932-114114597157553537?l=randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/feeds/114114597157553537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23108932&amp;postID=114114597157553537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114114597157553537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23108932/posts/default/114114597157553537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomptsofinterest.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-grid-is-off.html' title='your grid is off'/><author><name>kellen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08287744537974364848</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></feed>
