<?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-258978379114653585</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:47:39.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Name</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258978379114653585.post-2967622665743892783</id><published>2008-11-19T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:35:07.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology = Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc74/paulodiablo/NewImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 107px;" src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc74/paulodiablo/NewImage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology is the new wave of the future. Technology is getting more advanced as we progress through life every year. Every person has to use technology, yes that includes Amish people. We could not live without it. It is life. &lt;br /&gt;From Ipods, to lap tops, to cell phones, to cars, technology is what our lives are based around. There is no way to avoid the new wave of the future. Some people make a living trying to find new technology for the world.It seems like every year there is newer and more advanced types of technology.&lt;br /&gt;My life, along with many other peoples, uses a lot of technology. I use my car for everything and to go everywhere. That is the biggest technological item used in my every day life, along with my cell phone. My phone is used to casually talk to my friends and to get a hold of my parents. If someone needs to get a hold of my they can always count on me having my phone. Most people have a computer with working Internet at their house, but me I don't (well anymore). Yes the Internet is needed a lot for my school work and entertainment, but I can deal without it for periods of times. I have a laptop that I use for listening to music, typing papers and uploading pictures. It may not have Internet access but I still use it everyday. &lt;br /&gt;No matter hoe much a person thinks they can live without technology, they really can't. It is what we base out worlds around, it is what we use to get around and communicate. If a family does not use a phone, have a computer, or own a car, that is the least you could possibly live without technology. You still have the heat and electricity that keeps your house bright and warm. It may not be technologically advanced but it still is technology that was once found. &lt;br /&gt;There is no life without technology. No matter if someone insists on not living with technology, they would practically not be living, period. Life uses technology and technology is life. There is no avoiding it and there is no way to live without it. You could be technologically advanced and have tons of high tech gadgets or you can just use it to get by and live. It is all up to you. I don't try and be all high tech and keep up on the new thing but I do use it every day. My car, my cell phone, my IPods and my laptop. There is no way I could live without those things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-2967622665743892783?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/2967622665743892783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=2967622665743892783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/2967622665743892783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/2967622665743892783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/11/technology-life.html' title='Technology = Life?'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-3917366548566205765</id><published>2008-11-17T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:50:31.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Million Dollars Is Pocket Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/MrKyle/th_money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://th448.photobucket.com/albums/qq208/MrKyle/th_money.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 13 8 94 7 3--- everyone listens to the numbers just hoping they have the matching ticket. The lottery is everyone’s dream to win. To think of actually get millions of dollars, like wow I wish I could win it. If I won it I would have so much I would want to do with it. Some would just got blow it all in a snap and some already have planned what they would want to do with it. For me there is a lot of things I want and some things I need; I would put lots of thought into what I would actually spend it on. &lt;br /&gt;I know with a million dollars I would either buy one my dream cars [Nissan 350z or Nissan Xterra], I would by myself a nice small house so I could finally move out. Then from there I would be lost. I wouldn’t want to just keep it all to myself. Having 3 family members with cancer I would give them all some to help with there surgeries and recovering processes. I know I would donate some. I’m not sure exactly what I would want to donate it to, maybe a cancer fund, or to help put orphanages, I would do some research to find out exactly what I would give it to. I would also give some to all four my parents and four my grandparents. &lt;br /&gt;From there it would all just be a big thought process. I would want to buy so much but I have be careful a limit myself. A million dollars is a lot of money and to just spend it all in a heartbeat on waste-less things is not good to me. I would treat myself a little and limit myself on a small shopping spree. I would take my three best friends with me- they have always been there for me, so why not treat them as well. I’d have a million dollars, why not share the joy. &lt;br /&gt;With whatever I had left [hopefully is a lot] I would invest, why not put it away and let it build interest? It’s not a bad idea and it may not be what someone else has in mind to do with their million dollars but I would want to have a decent amount of money for awhile then say I had it for like a week and then be back to normal livings. &lt;br /&gt;Sit back and think, what would you do if you had a million dollars? It’s a harder question to answer than one may think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-3917366548566205765?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/3917366548566205765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=3917366548566205765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3917366548566205765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3917366548566205765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/11/million-dollars-is-pocket-change.html' title='A Million Dollars Is Pocket Change'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-1833018037689524581</id><published>2008-11-12T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:11:58.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skateboarding is not a crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th229.photobucket.com/albums/ee57/skater1442/th_skateboarding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 159px;" src="http://th229.photobucket.com/albums/ee57/skater1442/th_skateboarding.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat and sit and contemplated what to argue; then skateboarding, what I passion a lot about, popped into my head. What exactly to argue? That was the next hard decision to make. Oh wait, I'm always accused of being a stoner and troublemaker, but that is not me at all. &lt;br /&gt;When conveying my topic, skateboarding, every different way it could be conveyed is a different way to show what I am trying to prove.&lt;br /&gt;If I decided to parte=ray it through a text message, I know I would use a lot of slang or talk how I normally do, rather than proper and without abbreviations. I would forward the message to all my skate buds. I would use "sk8" instead of "skate". I would maybe say something along the lines as, "Hey dudes we needa get this label trashed that we r all stoners and cause trouble. Lets so sk8 and prove these bitches wrong. C ya at the park. Late!" Really meaning, "Hey guys we need to get the label of us being stoners and troublemakers gone. Lets go skate and prove them wrong. See ya at the skate park. Later."&lt;br /&gt;But if I was reading Transworld [a skate magazine] it would be so different. I would probably see a one page ad, with a highly known pro like Paul Rodriguez, Shaun White, Dustin Dollin, or Ryan Sheckler, skating some sick spot, decked out in brand labels, and saying something to help us rid what we are labeled as. It would be kind of contradictory because they would be skating a hand rail or pool. But it doesn't show them causing trouble, only doing what they live for, skating. &lt;br /&gt;Blogging about this would be different than the text message or magazine cover too. It would be like a mini version of my paper. I would totally explain all the reasons we are labeled, all the reasons we are given these names, all the reasons why we are not all stoners and troublemakers and all the reasons why we are similar to other athletes. We do as they do in different form. The different medias have different effects on one topic. It flows with the people it is going to reflect on. If it's made for skaters it's going to be made for their taste. If it's made for parents, it's going to be more laid back. Every media, when made, has to think about where it's going to be shown, who is going to see it, and what the exact point is going to be made. It has so many factors to be thought about that it can't be made in a simple minute; it takes time and effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-1833018037689524581?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/1833018037689524581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=1833018037689524581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/1833018037689524581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/1833018037689524581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/11/skateboarding-is-not-crime.html' title='Skateboarding is not a crime'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-3664608773215655921</id><published>2008-11-03T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:48:13.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argument Brainstorm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://th155.photobucket.com/albums/s307/lets-a-go/AAML/th_biteme.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 119px;" src="http://th155.photobucket.com/albums/s307/lets-a-go/AAML/th_biteme.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is differnt than most. This is a brainstorm blog. Coming up with a topic to argue about is more difficult than one might think. I seem to argue a lot so I thought this would be a breeze; wow was I wrong. There are many topics that I could argue about. How cigarettes are not good for any one person, how pit bulls are not bad dogs but actually extremely nice, how all teenagers should have to take a sex ed class, how skaters are not to be labeled as stoners and troublemakers. There are more than imaginable arguments I can think of. Some may bring up a fuss with people and some might seem like a bore. But it’s an argument, there is no right or wrong to it. &lt;br /&gt;It’s just not an easy topic to take one argument and only go one way with it for, say three to five, pages. No matter what you have to argue it’s pretty hard to go 110% with it one way. You may be for one certain thing but someone or something can make your mind think and make you want to head the other way with it. And then you have the fact that is it an argument that someone may actually want to read about it, is it something someone might have some interest in, is it something someone wants to counter argue; so many different questions to think about when picking one specific argument. &lt;br /&gt;But the main reason you should pick the topic you want most, is because of the passion you have for this specific topic. You have to be very passionate for it, and have strong thoughts about it; if you just aren’t that into it your paper will not be that great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-3664608773215655921?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/3664608773215655921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=3664608773215655921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3664608773215655921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3664608773215655921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/11/argument-brainstorm.html' title='Argument Brainstorm'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-913028429539891822</id><published>2008-11-03T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:38:26.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallo-fricken-ween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th305.photobucket.com/albums/nn204/rgb_IN/th_rs003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://th305.photobucket.com/albums/nn204/rgb_IN/th_rs003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween, in my opinion, is by far the best holiday. Come on you get to dress up and be someone different, you get to go door to door saying "Trick-or-Treat" and get free candy, you get an excuse to party, and get to scare little kids. &lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was little Halloween was a big holiday for my family. When most families decorate their houses for Christmas, my family decorate for Halloween. My dad has made a haunted house in the front yard, he plays pranks and scares all the teenagers. He has hung mannequins in the tree to make them look dead, he has hooked up a coffin to electronically make it up so my brother could pop out of it. My dad likes to go all out. When I was younger my dad drove a hurse for his car and he took me and all my friends out for trick-or-treating and let us all pile in and out of it. &lt;br /&gt;Every year I dress up with cool costume I come up with and make. I have dressed up every year since I was 5 and have only bought 3 costumes EVER. When I was younger I was the Energizer Bunny one year, Timon (from &lt;em&gt;The Lion King&lt;/em&gt;), Reggie Rocket (from the Nickelodeon show &lt;em&gt;Rocket Power&lt;/em&gt;) and so many other crazy things. Last year, my best friend and I couldn't think of what to be and out of no where Thing 1 and Thing 2 (from &lt;em&gt;The Cat In The Hat&lt;/em&gt;) popped in my head, and that's what we were. &lt;br /&gt;This Halloween I was an army girl (that was one the 3 costumes I have ever bought). My friends and I had a crazy fun Halloween. We all went to Westminster to party hard. It was such a blast. I love hanging out with my friends and seeing every one's cool costumes. There was a pink Power Ranger, a Justin Timberlake, a cowboy, an Obama campaigner, a Snow White, and a group of guys made the &lt;em&gt;Mario Cart&lt;/em&gt; characters (there was Peach, Mario, Luigi, Toad, and Yoshi). It was so much fun. Every seems to still get way into dressing up. &lt;br /&gt;Because of the fun everyone seems to have, all the differnet things going on, and how much eeryone seems to get into it, Halloween has aways been my favorite hoiday. I will always go way out for Halloween no matter how old I get. It seems to being my family close; and I don't have to wait for Christmas to do that. &lt;br /&gt;So people who don't like or celebrate Halloween, they should really give it a chance, it's a blast!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-913028429539891822?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/913028429539891822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=913028429539891822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/913028429539891822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/913028429539891822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/11/hallo-fricken-ween.html' title='Hallo-fricken-ween'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-6154634847408720294</id><published>2008-10-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:39:16.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th525.photobucket.com/albums/cc338/chuckie_freak/th_Musicislove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 160px;" src="http://th525.photobucket.com/albums/cc338/chuckie_freak/th_Musicislove.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex" by CSS, describes my relationship with music. Music is more than my life! Anything from hardcore, screamo, techno, rap, r&amp;b, trance, country, alternative, rock, it is all amazingly fantasmic! Whether it's 3am or 3 in the afternoon there is always music around me. I have it in my car, on my ipods, on my phone, on my laptop, music videos on my TV, and it's always playing at my jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to music at a very young age. My dad played guitar and my mom always had it playing. I grew up on country and rock but as I grew older pop was introduced into my life. After that, it stuck with me and I was brought into more and more genres. &lt;br /&gt;As I have grown up music as become me. When I was younger, I played the recorder, piano and xylophone (as most young children have). Once I got older I decided I wanted to try something new, so I picked up the guitar and drums. After a few years, I came to the conclusion that I am not musically inclined; just musically educated. Once middle school came along and after going to my first concert (Nsync), I decided concerts where my new thing. I started going to more and more. By the time I was a freshman in high school, I had already gone to about 35 concerts. Then a lot of my friends had started joining bands and making new ones, so concerts became a weekend routine for me. Between my friends' bands, local bands, and bigger popular bands I was hittin' up about three plus concerts every week. Going to all theses concerts I had seemed to meet and become really close with up-rising bands. Bands you may know of today, that have played big concerts such as The Vans Warped Tour, like 3OH!3, Single File, The Fray, Love 45, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Saving Verona, Mayday Parade, Forever The Sickest Kids, The Flobots, and many many more, were my close friends before they became so big. &lt;br /&gt;Many bands decide to become big and make them very egotistical. I can remember bands saying they wish they would someday become something and that they play for the love they have. In today's society though, it's all about the money; no matter how much they say it's all about the love and passion. &lt;br /&gt;Besides all this hoopla about the bands I know and them becoming something, and what not, music is my love, my life, my forever. No matter what I have done, am doing, or what I'm going to do music will always be my side. Music can never disappoint me. It can heal the heart and change any mood. When I'm down I listen to my music to bring my good moods back. People say chocolate makes the heart grow stronger, my chocolate is music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-6154634847408720294?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/6154634847408720294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=6154634847408720294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/6154634847408720294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/6154634847408720294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-is-my-hot-hot-sex.html' title='Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-7186665228192445994</id><published>2008-10-20T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:41:24.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are Worth Fighting For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th163.photobucket.com/albums/t293/skittlesox2007/th_clouds-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 107px;" src="http://th163.photobucket.com/albums/t293/skittlesox2007/th_clouds-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor, from Dallas, Texas, wrote this is believe speech, &lt;a href="http://thisibelieve.org/dsp_ShowEssay.php?uid=9016&amp;themelist=sports&amp;yval=0&amp;start=0"&gt;Dreams are Worth Fighting For&lt;/a&gt;, for his belief in sports. It's a strong essay showing his path to his dream of playing physically active sports. He was born with Cerebral Palsy which made it so he was unable to physically play sports. Yes he tried to play the sports he very well desired to play, but he could not physically stay in the action. &lt;br /&gt;But because of his strong desire to play sports he was able to keep his head high and continue to follow his dreams of being a physically athlete. He attempted soccer and running. He wanted to attempt football but knew that that could not happen. he wanted so badly to play a sport but there was not much he could do to change what he was diagnosed with.&lt;br /&gt;His essay was a heart filled one. It hit me hard; just the fact that someone wanted something so bad that he would not give up. So one day, a teacher of is invited him to join the academic decathlon. He was hesitant at first but then decided to give it a shot. It became his "football practice". He practiced so much that it was his life. He won many medals and became very good at his sport. &lt;br /&gt;This belief essay was really touching and shoudl make others stick to what they believe in. Going for your goals, fighht for what you believe in and who knows what can happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-7186665228192445994?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/7186665228192445994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=7186665228192445994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/7186665228192445994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/7186665228192445994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams-are-worth-fighting-for.html' title='Dreams are Worth Fighting For'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-4098638228444834452</id><published>2008-10-19T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:42:25.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boarding. Snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th222.photobucket.com/albums/dd260/Brenna_11/snowboarding/th_08_03-Snowboard-Park01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 106px;" src="http://th222.photobucket.com/albums/dd260/Brenna_11/snowboarding/th_08_03-Snowboard-Park01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soon the season for snow will be upon us. For living in Colorado, you would think that I would like snow; but no, snow is not my friend. Yes there are perks of the snow, but there is way more bonuses for non-snowy days (well that's what I think). Yes you can snowboard, sled, ski, tube, and so much more. But in the summer, the weather is so much better. You can go to parks, wake board, tube, swimming, soccer, football, go on a picnic, and so much much more. &lt;br /&gt;I am a snowboarder major. I love to board as much as I possibly can in the winter. But the cold is not my friend. I do not like being cold and I do not like snow. In cold weather you can only put on so many layers before it's a lil' too ridiculous. But when it's hot out you can take off almost every layer possible. And being hot is way better than being too cold. &lt;br /&gt;This weather we have been having lately has been killing me. I do not like shivering outside at night when everyone is hangin' out; I do not like having to wear a hoody all the time. Fall is upon us and the snow is about to fall. I will always be layering major and trying to keep warm... but if I'm not to be found, I WILL be on the mountain shredding hardcore!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see ya on the slopes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-4098638228444834452?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/4098638228444834452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=4098638228444834452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/4098638228444834452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/4098638228444834452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/10/boarding-snow.html' title='Boarding. Snow.'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-1458297578921762202</id><published>2008-10-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:45:09.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th446.photobucket.com/albums/qq187/Nwestbucket/th_02120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 113px;" src="http://th446.photobucket.com/albums/qq187/Nwestbucket/th_02120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statement "the youth is wasted on the young", is not an understatement. After hitting the &lt;em&gt;incredible&lt;/em&gt; age of 18, I finally came to understand what my elders meant by saying this. Having siblings so much younger really helped me conclude this. At the age of my youngest siblings, four and five, they live their life to the max. Everything is a joy ride and nothing can really go wrong- except the occasional time-out and the, "No, stop that." But ten looking at my brother who is thirteen, well, it showed me that he worries about growing up too much, and that nothing is going right for him, and only him. &lt;br /&gt;While thinking about my brother made me think back to my adolescence. Because my siblings are all so much younger than me, I always felt as if I wasn't being treated my age. I would always ask to be treated like an adult, I would always ask for more leniency, and always want to be more independent. &lt;br /&gt;But then not long after turning the &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; age of eighteen I realized how much I wish I was still young. The young does nothing but want to grow up and the "old" want nothing to do but grow younger. When some say "the youth is wasted on the young" they don't really understand it, or they just say it without actually thinking about it. When I say it now, I really do mean and understand it.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have no worries, just live as we were young again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-1458297578921762202?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/1458297578921762202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=1458297578921762202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/1458297578921762202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/1458297578921762202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-believe.html' title='I believe...'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-7456587884440024679</id><published>2008-10-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:46:33.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CU vs CSU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a367/BlueMoonLeo/CSU%20Marching%20Band/0f4c245f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1122px; height: 719px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a367/BlueMoonLeo/CSU%20Marching%20Band/0f4c245f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was on adventure in itself!! From Denver to Colorado Springs to Boulder to Fort Collins, wow every corner of Colorado. &lt;br /&gt;Denver was spent hittin the hookah bar, and wow like a mini club itself. You see people known, you meet people new. It's that place to just chill but that same place to go out to. It's pretty rad. &lt;br /&gt;Then Bouler.. what can I say, it's beautiful, it's big, and it's the place to be on a Friday night. CU is a great place to meet up with people and definatly make new friends. The black and gold reminds me oh my high school days. It brought back many memories but gave me so much more. And just talking with people there, made me laugh; because most of them couldn't do much but rag on how much CSU sucks. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday is always a fantasmic day. Yes the weather wasn't too grand but I made the best of it I could. My bestie and I made a trip to COlorado Springs to visit my brother who just got diagnosed with Leukemia. And we had to visit the fam. It was a fun adventure, but the driving was no fun at all. But then I got invited to head the complete opposite way to Fort Collins. So me and my firned LaLa went for another adventure, to the last direction of Colorado [well out north, east, south, west]. When we got there, we found out it was homecoming! That made it so much more fun. I had a blast and couldn't even begin to tell all my adventures, minus the fact I can't member them all. But same as at CU, all they could do was dog on CU.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is Colorado can seem sooo boring, but there is much to do, you just gotta go on adventures and do the impossible. Head in all different directions, drive til you find something interesting, and expect the unexpected!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-7456587884440024679?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/7456587884440024679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=7456587884440024679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/7456587884440024679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/7456587884440024679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/10/cu-vs-csu.html' title='CU vs CSU'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a367/BlueMoonLeo/CSU%20Marching%20Band/th_0f4c245f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258978379114653585.post-6350707554549303081</id><published>2008-10-08T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:08:59.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Home or McMansion Home?</title><content type='html'>I do not seem to grasp the fact that the McMansion is the “new American home”. I seem to begin to seize the central point of the article, The McMansion Next Door: Why the American House Needs a Makeover by Cathleen McGuigan. It conveys the fact that the new style of home is bigger and better. That all everyone seems to want nowadays is newer and dream able house to live in.&lt;br /&gt;I have little siblings that are starting to grab concepts of the real world. When I asked them both to draw a house, they drew squares with triangle tops. But after sitting and thinking, what are their children going to draw up when asked the same question. What are their imaginations going to believe is a “typical” home? What is this all going to become? With today’s society, the way it is, who knows. It can be a two story house with a two car garage still or maybe even a mansion, what about a castle or even a three story building with multiple movie theatre and bowling ally inside.&lt;br /&gt;American’s want bigger and better. They want what they see. And some will succeed in that. But what I still can’t seem to understand is why houses are becoming what they are. The “traditional” family is growing smaller, but we still seem to make the houses bigger. To me all that space is just a waste; a waste of money, electricity, hard labor, and an all over hole in a house. &lt;br /&gt;So why this drastic change? Why the McMansion? Who knows; ;I don’t think anyone will every really find out why the families are getting smaller but the hoes are becoming bigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-6350707554549303081?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/6350707554549303081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=6350707554549303081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/6350707554549303081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/6350707554549303081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/10/american-home-or-mcmansion-home.html' title='American Home or McMansion Home?'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-4675875449951403208</id><published>2008-10-06T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:49:13.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mourn, my memories, my place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u267/jessica-258/School_Bus_by_EricGingras1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 373px;" src="http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u267/jessica-258/School_Bus_by_EricGingras1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mourning, memories, a place hopefully not forgotten. A place where no worries are to be found. A place where the playground is a jungle of fun. My first elementary school- Jackson Elementary, in Greeley, Colorado. Wow, it feels only as if I was there a month ago, not 11 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;The playgorund was the best place to make frineds and have fun. The wood chips, plastic slides, sand boxes, and friends; that was my sanctuary. It was my place to get away. Away from the letters and numbers. From the colors and shapes. Where I had to sit for 7 hours on end, which really seemed like days. &lt;br /&gt;I remember most of it, but sadly cannot remember it all. I remember the teachers, the peers, the friends, the events, the things we'd call accidents, and the overall experience. I wouldn;t change it for the world. Yes, it may not have been the best at the time, and may not have been some place where I was forever, but it is my past. It makes me, me. It shaped who I would grow up to be. &lt;br /&gt;I can remember some times that, well can't really be explained and then there is the times i will NEVER forget. There was this one time when we were all lined up waiting to be escorted to lunch and my friend, at the time, didn;t feel oh so well. As we were walking out he got sick; and it wasn't like when someone ususlaly gets sick, yes he up-chucked, but it was different, I doubt anyone would like a description, so I will keep it to myself. It was just nothing that I had ever, or still have, ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;The other unforgettable memory that was horifying but missed was at recess. It was with my best friend, Stella. We were in first grade and the sand box was our place to get away, forget everything and have fun. So we were just having a grand ol' time when we both started to itch and have this uncontrolable pain. We didn't know at the time but we sat on a little kids fear, a red ant hill. The ants started to run up pur bodies and bite. It was itchy and painful, but now that I look back at it, it was kinda funny. &lt;br /&gt;This place, with the pain, the sicknesses, the abnormaties, the friends, and the memories... it's a place I wish I could go back to. A place where I just hope to visit someday again. See what has changed, and what has stayed the same. It's always running through my mind. It always brings back the thought of being a kid again, how every place, in everyones life, has special menaing, little or big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-4675875449951403208?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/4675875449951403208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=4675875449951403208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/4675875449951403208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/4675875449951403208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-mourn-my-memories-my-place.html' title='My mourn, my memories, my place.'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-3249395361138631129</id><published>2008-10-05T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:45:12.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Choice Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/64/l_5f926282e27744dcbd5adde552566d23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/64/l_5f926282e27744dcbd5adde552566d23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the topics in class are not always something I have much interest in. They just seem bland and last minute. So I chose to write this based on my own topic. But choosing a topic freely is defiantly not as easy as some may think. &lt;br /&gt;So I sit here thinking of what to write. Should I talk about the sports I play or have ever played? No, that might make some feel very un-athletic, lazy and it may seem like I’m gloating. So maybe I’ll blog about how I tore my ACL not once but almost twice? Na, that may just bore some. Since I can’t seem to think of a topic of my own I ask my friend for some advice. She suggests tattoos, my new car or my favorite place. I ponder on those ideas, but then realize I can’t. I’ve already blogged about tattoos, for a previous in class blog. In another blog my favorite place is very similar to the eulogy blog about a place I mourn. &lt;br /&gt;So I decide to sit and ponder on what would interest not just me, but others who may read this. Then I come to realize the blog I seem to be thinking in, it is a blog in itself. It may not have a specific topic, it may not have a precise guideline, and it may not be “the typical” blog, but it does have my thoughts and ideas… which is what a blog is. &lt;br /&gt;So my blog isn’t just a set idea, but it kinda shows how a free blog is created. Someone has to sit and think. Ponder on what they have interest in. Contemplate on what others may want to read. Consider what can be written. It’s just a whole mess of ideas. So now that you have seemed to read a whole lot of nothing, doesn’t your day feel filled? Don’t you get those tingly warm butterflies in your stomach? I hope not because I sure don’t.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe this kinda shows a little of whom I am… in a weird unusual way. You can say what you want, believe what you want, but I had fun writing this blog. I didn’t think too hard and I kinda wrote exactly what ran through my head right then and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-3249395361138631129?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/3249395361138631129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=3249395361138631129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3249395361138631129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3249395361138631129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-choice-is.html' title='My Choice Is...'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-6098051428661817377</id><published>2008-09-29T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:37:26.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up and leave.</title><content type='html'>Popcorn, tickets, messes, and ignorant people.... it's what i deal with day in and out. The movie theatre. It is not the ideal job, it is not the job i prefer but it makes me money so I cannot complain, too much that is. I see people who I went to high school with , I see new people, I see old people, I see dumb teenagers. There is such a mixture of customers that like to see movies. &lt;br /&gt;The other day I saw all that was possible to see while working there. I saw an old man wearing forest green capris with a navy blue collared shirt tucked in. He was also sporting red, white and blue striped toe socks with strap sandals, carrying a murse. That was very interseting to see, but I guess if that's his style, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;Then two old ladies entered laughing and having a grand time. One the women had to use a cane to walk. As she entered the building her cane caught the risen mat in the entry way. She went down with a thud. I didn't know what to do... I was trapped in a box. She had fallen and couldn't get up. She rolled over and wow... a golf ball size bleeding lump had formed above her eyebrow. What was I to do? I was trapped in a box, I couldn't help her up, I was scared. But thankfully all was okay- she just left with a chuckal and hopes of returning. Then a couple hours later a grumpy unstylish old lady had come to "purchase" Fandango tickets. Fandango as most know is a way to purchase tickets online or by phone. Her on the other hand, wouldn't listen or do anything but bitch at us about how Fandago does not allow a person to talk to a live person. She yelled at us, threw a temper tantrum, bitched about how live people should talk, etc. She just needed to vanish, like instantly!&lt;br /&gt;I also see people who spend ridiculous amounts of money just for the popcorn and what not, and don't even to see the movie with it. It's just werid, well I think. &lt;br /&gt;But I guess, every job sees some interesting people. So dumb people, some ignorant poeple, and some who should just become mute. Working... it's on interesting view on people watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-6098051428661817377?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/6098051428661817377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=6098051428661817377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/6098051428661817377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/6098051428661817377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/09/shut-up-and-leave.html' title='Shut up and leave.'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-8176490866224152474</id><published>2008-09-22T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:36:48.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only one mood for every situation.. I think not!</title><content type='html'>As I sit on the half pipe outside on this Monday afternoon, I observe the very windy populated school I attend. When I sit here I usually expect to see skaters acomplishing some sick tricks or some biffing it so hard that its hard not to laugh. As I sit and watch the school environment I see differnt clusters of people. I sit and watch a group of men chatting about who knows what; then all a sudden they all get up and leave in multiple directions. I wonder why; why do they all leave in different directions; girls on the other hand would all leave and walk together. I look to my left and see another group of students, all smoking and waiting for the RTD. I see them inhale, I see them laugh, I see them talk, and I see them smile. Other RTD riders sit and listen to music, sit and take notes, sit and keep shaded or covered from the wind under the giant trees that overlook the bus stop. Many a cars drive up, drive by, and drive away. Some do circles looking for one of the few but open parking spaces. Some are happily leaving the school, heading to another new found destination. Some cars are loud, some cars or sporty, and some cars just blend in with the cluster of cars seen from day to day. Then I look behind me and I see brightly green unplayed frisbee golf course. I wonder why isn't anyone playing and this beautiful Colorado day. But then wait I hear a group of boys laughing. Then I see a brightly neon colored frisbee zoom by. There are some players, they are laughing and trying to have some fun on their break from the horendous school work they are procrastinating on. I see them vanish behind some more trees. Behind them comes another group of men doing as the last; laughing, having a fun time, and who knows what else. There was never a moment where something new was occuring. There were always students entering the doors of the education, the doors to a new beggining. There were citizens leaving the building going on to work for what they want, going on to have adventures with their friends, going on to see what else lies beyond the building most our week revolves around. Sitting and observing my surroundings brought multiple moods and thoughts through my head. I saw poeple observing me, waiting to load on the bus to there new adventure, having fun playing a game, which I can not seem to hold interest to, and some just living each minute as it takes them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-8176490866224152474?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/8176490866224152474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=8176490866224152474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/8176490866224152474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/8176490866224152474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-one-mood-for-every-situation-i.html' title='Only one mood for every situation.. I think not!'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258978379114653585.post-3714710488721850177</id><published>2008-09-22T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:50:55.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace is over-rated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th496.photobucket.com/albums/rr323/seventhroom/myspace/th_myspace-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://th496.photobucket.com/albums/rr323/seventhroom/myspace/th_myspace-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Myspace and Faceook are the new "popular" thing. Who has one these days, EVERYONE! Yes, Tom and the Facebook creator both have great minds for creating something that everyone can interact with. It may have some creepers on it but for the main part it is a great new place to meet new and old friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But that happens to us that have had a Myspace for years. We are put down with everyone else for having a an account. We are labeled as trend followers. Myself, along with multiple others have had out Myspaces for 4+ years. I have many friends on mine but I don;t add people I do not know. I don't like to be like everyone else and just add people to hopefully make new frineds and say, "Look I have more friends than you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Myspace is a time waster. I go on it when I have nothing else to do or late at night when I want to procrastinate homework. But there are some who are on Myspace as much as they can be. Yes there are other users always on, but why not just text the person you want to talk to. Just sitting in front f computer all the time is not my ideal type of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So no matter if you are a Myspace or Facebook owner, it does not mean you're a trend follower or don't have anything better to do with your life, it's just something to pass the time when there is absoultly nothing better to do. So "follow the crowd" make a myspace and lets chat [&lt;em&gt;myspace.com/rock_babe&lt;/em&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/258978379114653585-3714710488721850177?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/3714710488721850177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=3714710488721850177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3714710488721850177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3714710488721850177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/09/myspace-is-over-rated.html' title='Myspace is over-rated.'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-7370324252960447380</id><published>2008-09-15T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:32:55.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoos: fashion or lifestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://b3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00429/38/63/429663683_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 985px;" src="http://b3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00429/38/63/429663683_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have grown up around tattoos and piercings since i was three years old. My dad is a tattooist and it is a big part of my life. All my parents- mom, dad, stepmom, stepdad- have multiple tattoos and piercings. I haven't gotten a tattoo myself, yet, but i plan to have several. And I do know all the ones I am getting, where and why. I have also had many peircings and I plan to get more. I have had my lip; and I have my belly button, ears and nose. The reasons behind getting them, well there is none in particular. I am getting the tatoos I want and I get the piercings I want because they are something I like and find "cool".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tattoo is something meaningful to the person "wearing" it. It is not a fashion statement or a way to impress others; it's something that you want personally and means something to you. Piercings are the same way. Anyhting that is permanently stuck on your body show be meaningful to you and only you. Who cares what others say about your body modifications, its aboout you, your life, and how you feel, not them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some get these modifications just because they like how they look; but others get them because of the "story" they tell. Firefighters may get a particular symobol and date of a fire they lived through, some may get their childrens' names and dates of births, and some may get a fairy becasue it's something they like. Every tattoo and every person is different and unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that any one person can get the body modifications they want and should not be judged because it is their body and life. Yes they may want it for fashion reasons but that shouldn't matter to others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-7370324252960447380?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/7370324252960447380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=7370324252960447380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/7370324252960447380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/7370324252960447380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/09/tattoos-fashion-or-lifestyle.html' title='Tattoos: fashion or lifestyle'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-9195753098402262759</id><published>2008-09-15T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:30:09.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identification Presentation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:DqdS_psJosZklM:http://bp3.blogger.com/_Un3BXWLLl7g/RrIzhU-O6RI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2eMAPO86hqo/s400/eg1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 124px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:DqdS_psJosZklM:http://bp3.blogger.com/_Un3BXWLLl7g/RrIzhU-O6RI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2eMAPO86hqo/s400/eg1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This presentation has showed the class who everyone is. Everyone is different. Some people’s presentations were more elaborate than others’ and some were thrown together right before class. It may be a label but you can tell who really wanted to show who they were and who didn’t really care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t a hard project and it wasn’t something boring. It was fun to try and narrow it down to one topic and show others what you believe, your hobbies, or even your outlook on life. It was something different. Not many guidelines made it easier to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This particular project may have shown the class what we like to do and our perspectives but it didn’t really show everyone exactly who we are. From my project you probably couldn’t tell I was an outgoing, hyper active, life of the party type of person. And the way I “act” in class doesn’t really fit how I am; and because I waited to show my project, till close to last, some might have thought as me as shy and quiet. So yes, this project was a good kick off to get people to know each other, but it didn’t really tell us who exactly we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I showed everyone my hobbies and what I liked to do. Because of what I do for fun, I can be labeled as a skate [because I skateboard], jock [because I play soccer], or prep [because I like to wear Hollister and Abercrombie]. But\t just because of stuff I do or things I like doesn’t put me into one “class”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As is everyone, I am different and unique. No one person can be exactly the same as me. No matter how much we may have in common, we are still different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-9195753098402262759?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/9195753098402262759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=9195753098402262759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/9195753098402262759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/9195753098402262759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/09/identification-presentation.html' title='Identification Presentation'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-198202996716687675</id><published>2008-09-08T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:49:52.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Media... normal or fake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w25/jjh4/Monkey%20II/media_monkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w25/jjh4/Monkey%20II/media_monkeys.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealized images surround the world entirely. Every image is set to portray and aim towards  a group of  people.  We may not realize how an image effects us. It may not cross our mind initially but it can effect us at any time. I believe media aims more towards young women than me; but young men still encounter this "image". The tabloids make females feel they have to have a sense of "style" and a specific "look" to be "normal". But who is deciding this "normal"? Who is choosing what the right image is?&lt;br /&gt;Idealized images are every where. There is no specific time and place to look for such images but just in daily life. A female may be happy about themselves, but then that image comes into view. Some young girls may be out shopping for what they like, but then they see a clothes ad or other women with that "beauty look". From magazines to television to billboards and newspapers, the world around us is full of this specific image. The people then believe they have to be the same or better than this image they see, change who they are, or become someone new.&lt;br /&gt;High school is a time when young women really look into this image. Girls believe they have to be "perfect" to get the boy they are eying, to get the student body to like them, and to even just be noticed. And young men all seem to have to be this jock, the guy all the girls want, or the hard ass everyone's afraid of. Teenagers can't really ever seem to know what they want to be or what they should be looking like.&lt;br /&gt;Media has over taken society. If something isn't cool anymore, then why stick with it? Why not try the cool new thing? Change who you are to get others to like you; that's all the messages we are receiving. The media isn't just about the looks we see but the things we do. Say a young girls idol is Lindsay Lohan, since she is doing all these "bad things", is that what she should do? Become anorexic, so drugs, go out drinking and partying all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Just because media says and shows a way of "life" doesn't mean that's the right life to live. Be the person you want, not what others are doing and looking like. The tabloids and adds are there life, its not just the norm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-198202996716687675?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/198202996716687675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=198202996716687675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/198202996716687675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/198202996716687675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/09/media-normal-or-fake.html' title='Media... normal or fake?'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w25/jjh4/Monkey%20II/th_media_monkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258978379114653585.post-3899091509907759289</id><published>2008-09-07T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:24:43.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain or complain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://savetherobot.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/mccain_wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 406px; height: 327px;" src="http://savetherobot.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/mccain_wow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to McCain's election speech, many different thoughts ran through my head. He put out some good points but seemed to story tell a little too much. &lt;div&gt;His speech seemed to aim more towards the veterans and families with people in the war. He talked about how he experienced war and how he wasn't his own man but his country's man. He also thanked Bush for "helping" the country in war. He said to "stand up for your side and fight for our future".  With war happening he intends to keep the US safe from enemies.  McCain expressed how he hates war; and is running to keep the country safe loved ones in our country out of fighting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also made a point that the government doesn't make our choices but give us more choices to choose from. He wants citizens to enlist, enter ministry, run for public office, comfort others, tech, feed the hunger, help the country and be greater than yourself. He believes anyone can make a change and help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike Obama's speech, McCain seemed to be more aimed towards the republicans rather than the entire people. He spoke of how he wanted to make a change in the country as a whole but didn't mention much about the change. He spoke of what change should occur, but did not explain how he was going to go through with that change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure who I'm voting for or my reasonings behind it yet, but each presidential candidate has a way they are planning on running this country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-3899091509907759289?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/3899091509907759289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=3899091509907759289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3899091509907759289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/3899091509907759289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/09/mccain-or-complain.html' title='McCain or complain?'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-6464790718281141534</id><published>2008-09-02T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:24:22.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama. New change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.podcastingnews.com/content/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/barack-obama1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.podcastingnews.com/content/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/barack-obama1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;There are many different beliefs about Obama and his presidential candidacy. Some believe that he would be a good leader, while others regard him as another mess up for America. Obama, just as other previous presidents, has made some strong promises; but he promises to keep these and follow through, unlike previous leaders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Obama's purpose for this speech was not just to encourage the citizens of America to vote for him as president, but to prove a point. As a young boy, Obama was told that in America we can do what we dream with hard work and sacrifice. He also said that we come together as one for next generations to do as we have and peruse in their believes. He wants the generations to come to have a government that doesn't solve our problems but to protect us from harm. The government should also give all children a decent education, keep water clean, keep toys safe, invest in new schools, roads, science and technology, and insure opportunity for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Unlike most candidates running for president, Obama is not all about putting down the other candidate, in this case, McCain. Obama states that it's not the fact that McCain doesn't care it's just that he doesn't get it. He also quoted McCain in saying America is a "Nation of whiners". Who would want their new president to say that about their country, not me. McCain also has other negative approaches towards aspects of the next four years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Obama's change to this country would be helpful; there would be a tax code to small businesses that deserve it, 95% tax cuts on working families, and end our pendency with the Middle East.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that Obama's speech was very well put together. From the way he spoke to what he promised earned him more votes from citizens. He didn't just speak about what needs to be fixed, but how he is going to change the mess ups that have happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-6464790718281141534?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/6464790718281141534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=6464790718281141534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/6464790718281141534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/6464790718281141534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/09/obama-for-or-against.html' title='Obama. New change?'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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-258978379114653585.post-2168828853836651836</id><published>2008-08-27T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:10:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your text?</title><content type='html'>What's the notion of text? Can text be edication? Is a specific type of text only edicational? Many of the texts used today are not as edicational as they can be. But what exactly do we consider edicational? Text can be anywhere from a novel to televison to even just the clothes we wear. Text is all around us. In some way and form everything is text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading a book, getting informed by the newspaper, wathcing the news, all various types of text that inform us about the world around us. Just because its informational does it mean it's edicational? I believe that the text we read for class, the news we watch on televeison, the newspapaers around us are all edicational in some way. But I also believe that the text read on our own, the television shows like Cribs and America's Next Top Dance Crew, and the comics read in the Sunday Post is more entertaiment than education. But it can be edicational to some people in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text is more than just something we watch or something we read, its a way of conveying a message. The way one sees something is a text in their mind, that someone else may not see. Looking at someone and their style is text in itself; their shirt may not have a brand name on it but their overall apperance is a way others see and read them. Someone wearing Abercromie or Hollister may be read as a prep, or jock , but they could really be a skater or in a rock band. Our minds are tought to read a text in one way and we don;t always look deeper into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite type of text is music. Music has more than one text. The beats that get stuck in our heads, the catchy lyrics, the unforgettable band members, and the overall excitement of a specific song or band. Musical text is a great way to get a messge across. Eminem's lyrics are a good example of how life is told, stories are made, and unforgettable messages are obtained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no matter how text is potrayed or given out there's a message. It can be edication or not. The differant ways its looked upon can determine the edicational level. Just because it's not edicational to all of society does not mean it is not edicational to you. The text you read... you determine how edicational it really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/258978379114653585-2168828853836651836?l=whatsyour-name.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/feeds/2168828853836651836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=258978379114653585&amp;postID=2168828853836651836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/2168828853836651836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/258978379114653585/posts/default/2168828853836651836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsyour-name.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-your-text.html' title='What&apos;s your text?'/><author><name>kayasaurous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09007989394465050620</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>
