<?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-16008100</id><updated>2011-06-16T14:50:04.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Edith Notes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008100.post-113157176752821271</id><published>2005-11-09T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T13:29:27.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indians &amp; Astronauts</title><content type='html'>When NASA was preparing for the Apollo Project, it took the astronauts to a Navajo reservation in Arizona for training.  One day, a Navajo elder and his son came across the space crew walking among the rocks. The elder, who spoke only Navajo, asked a question. His son translated for the NASA people: &amp;quot;What are these guys in the big suits doing?&amp;quot;  One of the astronauts said that they were practicing for a trip to the moon.  When his son relayed this comment, the Navajo elder got all excited and asked if it would be possible to give the astronauts a message to deliver to the moon.  Recognizing a promotional opportunity when he saw one, a NASA official accompanying the astronauts said, &amp;quot;Why certainly!&amp;quot; and told an assistant to get a tape recorder.  The Navajo elder's comments into the microphone were brief.   The NASA official asked the son if he would translate what his father had said. The son laughed uproariously, but he refused to translate.   So the NASA people took the tape to a nearby Navajo village and played it for other members of the tribe. They too laughed long and loudly, but also refused to translate the elder's message he wanted taken to the moon.  Finally, an official government translator was summoned. After he finally stopped laughing the translator relayed the message:  &amp;quot;Watch out for these assholes. They have come to steal your land!&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113157176752821271?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113157176752821271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113157176752821271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113157176752821271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113157176752821271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/indians-astronauts.html' title='Indians &amp; Astronauts'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113155420366489524</id><published>2005-11-09T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T08:36:43.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Worries</title><content type='html'> All is not lost, we got the car out of the impound without any serious ramifications. Thx Gunky. I've secured a ride 2 werk with 1 of the companys grade foreman who lives right across the street from me. It's kinda nice being the passenger 4 a change. Now all I have 2 do is pay my speeding tixs &amp;amp; a re-issueance fee, &amp;amp; I'll be back out terrorizing the local motorists again.   On a lighter note, it looks like Ozzfest is goin' 2 be 1 of our usual un-organized, off the cuff, crazy road trips. Can't wait, been looking forward 2 seeing Black Sabbath 4 years. Slowly chipping away at a list of bands that I wanna see before they die, or quit doin' it. Check out the new look on the strat' (S &amp;amp; G) in the photo album, it's comin' along nicely &amp;amp; 4 the most part, better than I had expected.   Cheers, Every1!   Luv Hairy  &amp;gt;;'} &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113155420366489524?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113155420366489524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113155420366489524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113155420366489524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113155420366489524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-worries.html' title='No Worries'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113148583926240714</id><published>2005-11-08T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:37:19.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 de Abril de 2005</title><content type='html'>Como tinhamos direito ao carro ate as 13h, e como hoje, 6a F,o Vasco nao teve aulas, aproveitamos para ir conhecer o mar. A uns escassos quilometros daqui, e a menos tempoque separa Lisboade Sintra a um dia de semana, fica um parque natural com uma praia fantastica, deserta e com um vasto areal. Como la conseguimos chegar? perguntam voces. Resposta: - com a mesma sorte que nos tem conduzido neste ano de casados... Pois e, o destino quis que o Vasco tivesse vontade de beber um cafe exactamente no sitio onde, junto a uma igreja (ver foto), havia um mini supermercado. Nesse estabelecimento estava um Sr, gordo, muito simpatico que nos perguntou o que andavamos a fazer neste lindo dia, ao qual respondemos: - vamos em direccao ao mar, para ver pela 1a vez o oceano Pacifico. E a partir dai, ja tinhamos, de borla, um jornal da regiao com um mapa bem detalhado com o caminho que deviamos tomar, tal como uma revista sobre os artistas locais e sobre as exposicoes que estavam a fazer (mal o Sr sabia que eu tambem sou artista).O gentilSr aconselhou-nos, nao a ir ao cabo, porque era mais longe, mas sim a praia de Lemantour ( nao sei se o nome esta certo, mas anda por la perto). Realmente dessa praia a vista e muito vasta e ficamos com imensa vontade de ter um carro para la irmos molhar o pe umas tantas vezes. Atencao que as praias aqui tem tubaroes, e dos comiloes, nao dos que nos rodeavam no oceano Indico. Parece que vamos ter que adoptar a tecnica infantil do balde de plastico para nos refrescarmos quando estivermos nestas praias. O parque natural fez-nos imenso lembrar Africa na sua luxoriante concentracao de especies de arvores. E so nao vimos Alces, porque nao calhou. No camilho, e nos dois sentidos, vimos uma serie de ranchos com casas de madeira, lagos e um vasto relvado de um verde fresquissimo. Ha imensos campos de Golfe mesmo junto a estrada, o que agradaria muito ao Tio Joao. A tarde, depois de colocarmos a conversa em dia pelo skype, o Vasco retomou aos estudos e eu acabei de preparar o jantar e dei os ultimos retoques ao quadro para a comunidade portuguesa. Quando o Vasco saiu do escritorio e viu a mesa posta para 8 pessoas, com flores ao centro e a sala com os aperitivos e as velas, ficou muito bem impressionado com a capacidade deste apartamento. As visitas chegaram exactamente as 19h, como previsto, e tudo correu as 1000 maravilhas. Trouxeram-nos imensos presentes, e o Manuel Madruga nao se esqueceu de trazer umas tabuas de contraplacado que eu tinha visto no jardim dele e que eram para deitar fora. Vou aproveitar para experimentar novas cores sobre madeira... Como uma boa portuguesa atrasei-me um pouco na elaboracao dojantar, mas as 20h ja estavamos a mesa e as 22h estavamos a porta a despedir-nos das nossas visitas. O jantar foi composto por: folhados de queijo de cabral com mel e nozes;bacalhau espiritual com salada de espinafres, tomate e milho;tiramisu;cafecom pausinhos de canela para mecher e cha servido no bule branco ( cacostumam serviro cha nas canecas com a saqueta la dentro). Resultou tudo muito bem e o convivio foi excelente. Quando oferecemos o quadro, ficaram todosmuito felizes e agradeceram muitoem nome da comunidade portuguesa. OPedro Ricardo retribuiu-nos a oferta com dois desenhos feitos por ele na nossa presenca. O resto da noite foi passado a lavar a loica, mas com a ajuda do Vasco foi num instante e as 23:30 ja estavamos a fazer oh-oh.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113148583926240714?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113148583926240714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113148583926240714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113148583926240714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113148583926240714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/29-de-abril-de-2005.html' title='29 de Abril de 2005'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113146826121730870</id><published>2005-11-08T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:44:21.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Game: The Final Frontier</title><content type='html'>That's what this really is. I'm betting that most able bodied folks assumethatseverity of impairmentdrives the mental machinery of the physically disabled person. Excepting intractable pain, that's not the case, any more than it is for the able bodied person. We chooseto be comfortable or uncomfortable with the way ourbodieswork. If I have self respect, I'm going to make the bestchoices possible formyself, regardless of the condition of my physical being, and within the constraintsof my knowledge about good choices.At the same time, I'll do my bestto increase that knowledge, so that I can revise as I deem necessary,for the purpose of achieving maximum success.  I may add to this later in the day, but if a natural disaster were towipe me out in the next few minutes, I would not mind for this to have been the last public statement I made. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113146826121730870?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113146826121730870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113146826121730870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113146826121730870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113146826121730870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/head-game-final-frontier.html' title='Head Game: The Final Frontier'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113139968437731695</id><published>2005-11-07T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:41:24.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking in circles...again.</title><content type='html'>I've recently discovered that I'm a walking paradox. Sometimes I think why we read books, watch movies, or gain knowledge by other meansto be accepted in society. It seems like society hasconformed me tothink that I can never be the best person unless I can look like what everyone feels is beautiful or act with grace and express wit. For me, intelligence lies on many levels.Why is my mind telling me I need to improve myself and absorb all the information I can so I can hang around with friends who I can look up to in awe as perfection?  Then again, another side ofmy mind tells me that I don't need to conform and I should be who I am and be proud ofthe knowledge I have right now. Maybe society is wrong. I should be able to form my own ideals and be my own model. Perhaps I don't need to read books to be accepted in some social group I want to fit in. If some social group appeals to me because I feel it would improve the way others feel about me and treat me, is that wrong? Maybe I should be myself and not worry so much about what others think. In the end, it seems like my thoughtswalk in circles sometimes with desires and needs (acceptance in a certain group) fueling it.   For now, the desires are overpowering. I know that the need to impress others and interact better with others will somehow benefit me in the end. I just think that I shouldn't let the fear of rejection get in the way of my happiness. Even if I don't know anything aboutEmerson or follow the news, I can still find people who will accept me and treat me as their friend; even if those aren't the kind of people I necessarily want as friends. I shouldn't be so prejudiced. This is one of those moments when I come out more confused after writing than I was before. I usually write to clarify everything, but some ideas just seem to backfire. : &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113139968437731695?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113139968437731695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113139968437731695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113139968437731695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113139968437731695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/thinking-in-circlesagain.html' title='Thinking in circles...again.'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113138181285777613</id><published>2005-11-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T08:43:32.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhhhhummm</title><content type='html'>I take back what I said about hip-hop, since some people have bugged me about it. Especially you! You know who youare, numnuts!! YouandI bothknowyou have nuts. I don't dislike the music that much,only the kind of culture it generates. I don't like the way it glorifies things that shouldn't be glorified. And how people behave just because they listen to it, or are in some way associated with it. I'm a rocker and always will be.  With that I give you this http://www.atomfilms.com/af/content/gangsta_rap_sea must see for hip-hop haters, fans and star wars fans. Click on watch this movie.  Ohh yeh on a side note,Raspberries are Forever! And you know it! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113138181285777613?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113138181285777613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113138181285777613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113138181285777613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113138181285777613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/uhhhhummm.html' title='Uhhhhummm'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113131272471750993</id><published>2005-11-06T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:32:04.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about Rules</title><content type='html'> Hey! My thanks goes out to this girl...I appreciate what she wrote about my blog! I borrowed this from her site...I just had to have it---it's soo cute!! So thanks to PracticingSquirrel(http://spaces.msn.com/members/tonyamarie337/) RULES When you say &amp;quot;I love you,&amp;quot; mean it.  Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't dream don't have much.  In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.  Say bless you when you hear someone sneeze.  Don't trust a man/woman who doesn't close his/her eyes when you kiss.  Dance as if no one's looking; sing as if no one's listening, work like you don't need the money; love as if you've never been hurt.  ***And then there was this set of rules....a more sarcastic look on things lol.... It doesn't matter how much you give, there will always be greedy bastards out to take more.  Don't take time out of work to enjoy life's simple pleasures (you'll get fired).  Unless you're rich, nothing you have to say is important.  Love is only as eternal as your wallet.  When you realize you've made a mistake, do the cowardly thing and call it a policy.  If you appreciate the work someone is doing for you, don't tell them. Doing that might warrant a raise that you could spend on yourself.  If you're ugly, you will never get laid (ever).  You must surrender all hopes and dreams to the company you work for because dreaming isn't profitable.  Don't judge people by how they look (except when it comes to love, marriage, employment and net worth).  If you get promoted, don't change the way things are done (no matter how shitty you thought they were-- you're one of them now which makes it okay to walk on people).  It doesn't matter how well you do your job, it's how much ass you kiss.  Live a good, honest, decent life. Just kidding. Lie, cheat and screw around.  Share your wealth with those less fortunate, or at least say that you do to inflate your ego.  Remember that what you wear dictates who your friends are.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113131272471750993?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113131272471750993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113131272471750993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113131272471750993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113131272471750993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/talking-about-rules.html' title='Talking about Rules'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113122680435294714</id><published>2005-11-05T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:40:04.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Day...</title><content type='html'>Well, today was one of those days. Everything that never happens in a normal day happened today. Here's a recap:  1. Ended the 3rd quarter of English at CCC 2. Got sucked into subbing for the drummer in William's band (HAHA I was like 100x better than their normal drummer, according to them anyway) 3. Air conditioner died (&amp;amp;%#^#$^%@$&amp;amp;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) 4. Wireless Internet died (&amp;amp;%#^#$^%@$&amp;amp; I HATE DIAL UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)  Well, that is my story for today :D. Have a nice day! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113122680435294714?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113122680435294714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113122680435294714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113122680435294714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113122680435294714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/eventful-day.html' title='Eventful Day...'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113120843950193891</id><published>2005-11-05T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:33:59.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>healing</title><content type='html'>I went to the Bible study for the first time yesterday evening. For a long time, I have tried to avoid it or keep it out of my life. I did feel more restful and settled afterwards, maybe because of the caring people there, their harmonious relationship, their expressed support for each other, or somehow the real grace of God. Admitting pain and vulnerability is no shame, espeicially when one is ready and willing to heal. In &amp;quot;Sex and the City&amp;quot; Carrie calls all the unsettled, unresolved feelings and past as ghosts. People should stand up to confront their ghosts one way or another someday, otherwise they will be hauntedrestlessly forever. I am glad that I have started to make efforts to confront my ghosts and seek cure for healing.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113120843950193891?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113120843950193891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113120843950193891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113120843950193891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113120843950193891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/healing.html' title='healing'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113114031570480636</id><published>2005-11-04T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:38:35.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the announcement, the geeks get all the girls-song</title><content type='html'>hey guys. What's going on?ANNOUCEMENT ANNOUNCMENT: i formally would like to tell you that i have decided to go out for baseball and wehave our first practice may 1.see u guys there, it's gonna be afun season.our track meet at lawton got cancelled today, yuppie. well i figured i might as well blong since i have time and update. well i found out that part of what i was told was wrong by that person but there is more to it and i'm gonna get answers. Oh and all of u out there in a mest up problem and u think it's all wierd well, time will work it's self out, and talk to someone about the problem, let them know what ur feeling, maybe they can help you. If u need to talk i will set up a time and we can talk. oh and that someone out there that i need to talk to, u know who u are, let's set up a time and talk. hey alyssa thanks for letting me see those pics they were good, when ever u get doubles let me know, oh i have my pics from them too, if u want to see them let me know i can bring them and let u look at them. So hope everyone had a good day and for the one who wasn't at school today hope u get better. word. peace and love to everyone. tty ppl later &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113114031570480636?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113114031570480636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113114031570480636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113114031570480636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113114031570480636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/announcement-geeks-get-all-girls-song.html' title='the announcement, the geeks get all the girls-song'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113112274381021824</id><published>2005-11-04T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:45:44.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Sports Day at Livia's school</title><content type='html'>Today, Livia had school a bit earlier than usual. There was a &amp;quot;Sports Day&amp;quot; to celebrate National Day (which is tomorrow). Singapore has been an independent Nation for 40 years now. They had lots of games for the kids to play and when we picked her up, we saw all of the kids sing songs and get flags and presents. Livia had a great time. I also took a picture of the stairs we walk every day to and from school. They rival 21st Avenue east, for those of you who live in Duluth! So steep! So many!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113112274381021824?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113112274381021824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113112274381021824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113112274381021824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113112274381021824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-sports-day-at-livias-school.html' title='Monday, Sports Day at Livia&apos;s school'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113103629271581548</id><published>2005-11-03T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:44:52.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round two has been a great success!</title><content type='html'>  I've been having a wonderful time reading all the questions and answers from the &amp;quot;Hot Seat&amp;quot; participants of round two. I salute you both for a great round. Here are some bear hugs and flowers just for you! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113103629271581548?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113103629271581548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113103629271581548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113103629271581548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113103629271581548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/round-two-has-been-great-success.html' title='Round two has been a great success!'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113096782845757138</id><published>2005-11-02T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:43:48.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How? Tell me that</title><content type='html'> Tell me how people on this planet can be so horrible and demonic? Well, I answered my own question, but still! I don't know if any of you have followed this BTK case at all? But I just got done reading one of the latest articles on it and it brought tears to my eyes, this guy killed so many people and just went about living his life like nothing was out of the ordinary. And the thing I was reading about was this 11 year old girl he killed, details I will not get into because it is too messed up, to kill innocent random people and not to mention a little girl, and do other things... I can't wait till these people get what's coming to them, what a horrible world &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113096782845757138?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113096782845757138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113096782845757138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113096782845757138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113096782845757138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-tell-me-that.html' title='How? Tell me that'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113094982329216687</id><published>2005-11-02T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:43:43.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FiNaLlY bAcK!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys!!!! I am FINALLY back from hawaii and i had like the most awsome time!!!!! I got a pretty good tan considerin i layed out on the beach every single day i was there!!!! But i havent talked to most of you in a while soo you ppl call me and we can hang out or somethin!!!!!!! But ill ttyl!!!!!!! Hugggsss!!!!! BYES!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113094982329216687?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113094982329216687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113094982329216687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113094982329216687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113094982329216687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-back.html' title='FiNaLlY bAcK!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113088131918740835</id><published>2005-11-01T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:41:59.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 20 Hits</title><content type='html'> Ryan's Hot 20 Hits 1.Diamonds From Sierra Leon-Kanye West  2.Don't Phunk With My Heart-Black Eyed Peas  3.First Day-Timo Mass Ft. Brian Molko  4.Call Me-Anna Vissi  5.Everything Burns-Anastacia  6.La Tortura-Shakira Ft. Alehandro Sanz  7.Just A Little Bit-50 Cent  8.Hate It Or Love It (Rmx)-The Game Ft. 50 Cent &amp;amp; G.Unit  9.We Belong Together-Mariah Carey  10.Mr Lonely-Akon  11.Shot You down-Nancy Sinatra Ft. Audiobullys  12.Girl-Destiny's Child  13.Incomplete-Backstreet Boys  14.One Thing-Amerie  15.Hold Me Down-J.Lo Ft. Fat Joe  16.Bad Day-Daniel Powter  17.Speed Of Sound-Coldplay  18.Lonely No More-Rob Thomas  19.Lose Control-Missy Eliot Ft. Ciara  20.40 Kinds Of Sadness-Ryan Cabrerra   if you have any comments on this weekly chart or the alternative rock chart on wednesdays please contact me asap at ryan11888@gmail.com or phone me 09/635691  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113088131918740835?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113088131918740835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113088131918740835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113088131918740835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113088131918740835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/top-20-hits.html' title='Top 20 Hits'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113086254700455873</id><published>2005-11-01T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:29:07.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rossford Football Scrimmage</title><content type='html'>All that talk about politics, and my first real entry involves high school football...Rossford scrimmaged Eastwood earlier this evening. First, the good news. The stadium looks great. All of the trees that lined the hill on either side of the bleachers have been clear cut. If you're too cheap to buy a ticket, you can see the entire field from the parking lot without having to get there early enough to find a clearing.  So how did the Bulldogs look? It's hard to judge from one practice, but they look like they'll be competitive this year. I was hoping to see some changes in the offense this year to allow for more consistency. Since they've gone to the spread, Rossford has struggled to consistently make first downs. There have been a lot of big plays, and a lot of three downs and punt. This year, it looks to be more of the same. On the bright side, the QBs and WRs look pretty solid. The kids caught the ball well, and the QB who played the most made good reads and was very accurate. For some reason, however, Rossford still struggles to get positive yards on first down.  The defense had its moments. Eastwood has pretty good team speed, however, and they absolutely killed Rossford with quck pitches to the wide side. The Rossford LBs like to crowd the LOS and they weren't quick enough to pursue sideline to sideline.  I expect they can win most every game, and probably lose most every game as well. Unfortunately, Delta and Oak Harbor have dropped in classification, which will hurt Rossford in playoff point calculations. I'd expect they'll need to win at least 7 games to get a playoff bid this year. I'd say 3-0 against Delta, Oak Harbor and Lake and 4 wins in the NLL.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113086254700455873?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113086254700455873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113086254700455873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113086254700455873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113086254700455873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/11/rossford-football-scrimmage.html' title='Rossford Football Scrimmage'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113079527726259329</id><published>2005-10-31T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:48:01.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO I DONT want @ START SKOOL</title><content type='html'>I went to this party last night my friends band was playing there. They sounded good for there first concert, some stuff @ the party was fu &amp;lt;k 3d up though. i think i pis sed Katie off 2 last night sry!!! i was pis sed @ the world i get like that sometimes u still want those cupons for the mall?? lol :p yeah first part of college starts the 22nd ugg school... i dunno y im not 2 excited about this but whatever school is school. im trying to start a band i have songs written i just need a drumset and others in it. rave is on vaycation in florida U S UCK!!!!!! CAT POO... welll some one comment on this stuff i would like 2 read what people have 2 say it would be nice. and i almost forgot hi heather yeah she is a vegitables person ( doesnt eat meat) shes pretty cool nick introed me 2 her l8t_RCOOKSeY  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113079527726259329?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113079527726259329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113079527726259329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113079527726259329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113079527726259329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-i-dont-want-start-skool.html' title='NO I DONT want @ START SKOOL'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113070801877310361</id><published>2005-10-30T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:33:39.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i almosted died</title><content type='html'>2day my sister was driven and then this guy in this huge truck was speedin sooooooooo fast and he didnt stop at the stop sign to we were almosted t-boned but thank god my sister swerved it was soooooooo... scary!?!?!?!? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113070801877310361?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113070801877310361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113070801877310361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113070801877310361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113070801877310361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-almosted-died.html' title='i almosted died'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113062186810399616</id><published>2005-10-29T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:37:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aura</title><content type='html'>Tonya, the brightest color in your aura is White   Contrary to popular myth, auras are actually multi-colored energy fields that can be divided into seven primary layers. Having White as your brightest color means that the seventh layer of your aura is the most vibrant. You have an exceptional love for life, which stems from your deep connection to the universe. You're an open channel of energy from the universe, and this infuses your aura with a divine energy.   Where a bright layer of your aura expresses strength in a certain area of your life, a dull layer can indicate weakness or illness.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113062186810399616?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113062186810399616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113062186810399616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113062186810399616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113062186810399616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/aura.html' title='aura'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113060383868106653</id><published>2005-10-29T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T09:37:18.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get away from Special Ed. :-)</title><content type='html'> At my school there are a couple special ed. kids that I have been hanging out with since I came last year. As a teacher youre not supposed to have a favorite student, just like parents arent supposed to have a favorite child. But just as I am my parents favorite daughter, of course I also have favorite students. My favorite special ed. kid is Nao. Hes 13 and doesnt talk. Communicating with him is always very interesting. When I first got here he wouldnt answer any of my questions, so I was a little discouraged, but as he has gotten to know me better, he usually responds to my questions. Of course they can only really be yes or no questions, so I have to do a lot of guessing until he finally nods his head yes or no. When he tilts his head sideways, it means that theres no clear yes or no answer.  Anyway, recently I decided to try a little English practice with him. So I made up cute little yes and no cards for him to point to. Then I started asking him simple questions like Are you Nao? But he didnt want to pint to the cards. Im sure he understood the question, but I said it in Japanese too just in case. Then I took his hand and put it on the yes card. Then I asked him again, but he still wouldnt answer. I asked him if he was embarrassed, if he didnt want to do it, but he didnt respond, so I decided to give up for the day. I was a little disappointed. I thought that with no one else in the room he would be more willing to open up to me and stuff. I think I even cried a little. The other day, tho, I decided to try it again with a different attitude. I went with the confidence that he could do it and would do it, instead of not really believing that he would. First I showed him some picture cards and said them in English. Then I told him to mouth the words back to me, which he kinda did. Then I put the cards on his desk and told him to point to the word I said. I started with one he knew for sure. Of course he would not point to it. I kept saying the word, I moved his hand to the card, and kept saying the word. Finally I said Nao, I have plenty of time to wait. My next 2 periods are free (which was true), so I can wait, no problem! So I kept saying the same word, over and over. Finally he got tired of me or something because he pointed to the word!! I was so happy that tears came to my eyes! But I kept saying different words. He pointed to the right words. That was a great feeling! I went on to ask more yes or no questions, which he also answered! The next day I was in the special ed room too and the teacher and another student were there and the teacher out of nowhere asked how to say mouse in English. The other student know, but I was like, Nao knows because we just went over mouse yesterday. And I looked over and he was mouthing mouse with his lips! Im so proud of him!! Usually we just play games like ping pong and badminton, which is really fun because then I get to see him laugh and sometimes he even makes little noises, like when I accidentally hit the birdie into his chest really fast or something. But I wanted to try to help him get interested in English too. I hope that Ill be able to hear him talk by the time I leave!! In either English OR Japanese.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113060383868106653?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113060383868106653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113060383868106653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113060383868106653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113060383868106653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/cant-get-away-from-special-ed.html' title='Can&apos;t get away from Special Ed. :-)'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113053571093248529</id><published>2005-10-28T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:41:50.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend, My Love</title><content type='html'>It began as all fires do,a spark soon ignited into a blaze of warmth and colourful delight.You held my hand, became my friend,earned my trust and my future once again looked bright.Loneliness turned to hope,emptiness filled up with dreams.Hunger was satisfied, and the darkness lit by love's moonbeams.Tears no longer hit the ground,they fall on your loving shoulder.I feel younger,as our love grows older.When sorrow leaves me wilted as a sun-parched rose,your comfort is a river that flows and flows.The sun's light, the morning dew,they are all the beauty that is you.When passion ebbs,as tides do,love fills the wake,and carries us through.Your strength is as the oak,but if it is my need you bend like the willow.My heart is filled,like a lucky sail with wind to billow.Harsh cold winters,wet springs, blissful summer heat, and the fall of time,They'll weather my spirit,with grace and peace, your hand in mine.Our love's sweet creations, joyous children,blessed am I thanks to God and you.What greater beauty could shed light,on the love that came from two.Love's sweet reflection,laughing, growing, thriving, learning.Words cannot express what my heart feels,how strong my love is burning.When God took one home,I felt my heart would never again see the sun.But you, my love, walked with me, through the sadness,and together we share the memories that keep our family one.The lines of age will etch their mark on usand time will take the strength from our bodies.But love's brush will paint for us a picture of such beauty,That a hundred lifetimes could not remove their glory.- K. Brook -   --Posted by Juan, for the love of my life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113053571093248529?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113053571093248529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113053571093248529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113053571093248529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113053571093248529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-friend-my-love.html' title='My Friend, My Love'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113051780578757106</id><published>2005-10-28T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:43:25.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running aka Wasting Precious Life</title><content type='html'>ok, check this shit out. i have spent close to 9 months of my life in a season of some kind this past year. it went cross country, indoor track, then outdoor track. if you take the practices that i do, and avg them out time wise, they would probably come close to about 2hrs of practice a day. take that and say its 6 days a week, because i practice mon-fri, then have a meet on saturday, and then cheat and take sunday off while everybody else is running lol. so take those two hours, multiply them by 6 for the days in the week i run, multiply that number by 4 for the number of weeks in amonth, and then multiply that number by 9 for the months i am in season. so the equation is 2x6x4x9 = 432. thats 432 hours of my life i spent running basically, such a waste! take that number and divide it by 24 for the hours a day is long, and you got the number 18. that is 18 full days worth, of running. i've wasted the equivalent to 18 days of my life lol. down with running!! obesity rules! k, my metabolism is ridiculous, thats the only way i can say that without regret lol. not to mention i have an eating disorder, but thats for another time. the moral of the story kids, go out and run. i'll be damned if you ever do shit worth doing on any of those 18 days anyhow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113051780578757106?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113051780578757106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113051780578757106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113051780578757106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113051780578757106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/running-aka-wasting-precious-life.html' title='Running aka Wasting Precious Life'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113044928335661572</id><published>2005-10-27T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T14:41:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey</title><content type='html'>hey guys im better... if u read my last blog.... well its all good!! im gunna go to wylie tomorrow w/ kayli cory and coby (donno if hes goin).... so that will be fun... i went to kayli's house today it was fun!! sandi (kayli's dog) scares me!!! well i guess that all call me!!! LEAVE A COMMENT PLEASSE!!!!! my b-day is in 2 days!!!!!!!!  Wylie (mary) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113044928335661572?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113044928335661572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113044928335661572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113044928335661572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113044928335661572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey.html' title='hey'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113043140913918763</id><published>2005-10-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:43:29.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so sick</title><content type='html'>well today was not a good day me and my dad got into it i went to the doctor he told me i have bronchitis my man took care of me all day long we went to wal mart today lookin at rings well i catch u guys later i love u aba     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113043140913918763?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113043140913918763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113043140913918763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113043140913918763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113043140913918763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-sick.html' title='so sick'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113036289035252977</id><published>2005-10-26T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:41:30.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look What You've Done</title><content type='html'>-&amp;quot;Ohhhh, look what you've done. You are the remedy. I'm dying of a broken heart....&amp;quot; -Brooke Valentine, Dying of A Broken Heart. I just had to put that as my beginning. That's songs nice. If anyone wants to know a good love song, that's something to place in your IPOD. Prom is in a week, and I can't wait. I still haven't bought my ticket yet though... lol I have my dress! Just not the ticket. Pray for me por favor. I need an &amp;quot;A&amp;quot; or a &amp;quot;B&amp;quot; on that math test I took today.... I need to pass math! I haven't used the phone in a long time...... someone call me :( My world is upside down right now....I hope someone smacks me so I can see up-right again. Ohh! And here is a list of a few good songs to download: 1. Mira Mira by Tweaponz ft. Pitbull (Real hot Reggaeton Jungle beat) 2. Bakit by Gloc 9 (Its in tagalog, so you prob. won't understand it) 3. Hinahanp Ng Puso by Gloc 9 (Tagalog again) 4. Sweet Love by 112 (Slow song, real nice) 5. Mirame by Daddy Yankee (Nice Reggaeton and Indian Beat) 6. Almost Doesn't Count by Brandy (Old song, but still good) 7. I Wonder by Pitbull (Real nice rep song) 8. Sway by Pussycat Dolls (Old song with a new Las Vegas up-beat) Hope yall enjoy those tunes, I know I do. Catch ya laterz! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113036289035252977?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113036289035252977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113036289035252977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113036289035252977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113036289035252977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/look-what-youve-done.html' title='Look What You&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113034469574742791</id><published>2005-10-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:38:15.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWOT</title><content type='html'>SWOTconsultingconsultantSWOT consultingPPTSWOTBULLSHIT SWOT  Topicinternship Strength     TVB  PPT   Weakness call     OpportunityHC&amp;amp;HC Threat  level   ......   SWOT= BULLSHIT  Conclusion: There is alway dilemma in life, what I should do is just follow my heart.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113034469574742791?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113034469574742791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113034469574742791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113034469574742791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113034469574742791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/swot.html' title='SWOT'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113027650554766066</id><published>2005-10-25T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:41:45.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure ur gal...</title><content type='html'>    Treasure ur gal...  Message:  Message:  This is really sad. If youhave problemsinyourrelationships, try and fix them. Dont pretend itsokay. Dont push your girls away, they areeverything to you. Maybe the best thing for you.Listen to them, Treat them like princesses, go outof your way once and a while for them, take careof them when they are sad, and dont let go.Girl: hey baby i want to show you....Boy: ( cutting her off ) ugh i'm so madGirl: why? whats wrong ?Boy: ugh everythingGirl: explain babyBoy: just lost a championship game,parents flipped out on me for no reason,and im catching a coldGirl: well hey there will always be other games,you know ill take care of you when your sick,what your parents flip about ?Boy: they are making me pay them for a car repairGirl: is it alot of moneyBoy: no it just sucksBoy: but hey i dont feel well im going to go laydownBoy: byeGirl: wait i want to give you some...Boy: cant it wait til tommorow ?Girl: yeah sureGirl: byeBoy: bye2 hours later a friend of hers asks her to go fora drive ...she goes.....her friend swerved to avoid a truck....hitting atree insteadher friend was killed instantly....shes incritical conditionThis is the conversation between her sister andher boyfriendSister: omg ( crying )Boy: what? whats wrong ?Sister: my sister...your gf was involved in amajor car wreckBoy: is she ok ? ?????Sister: shes in critical conditionBoy: i'll be there in 10 minutesHe shows up to the hospital room ...standingoutside the doorgoing over the last conversation in his mind overand over as heheard the machines beep and beep and breathingtubes pumpBoy: she wanted to give me something or tell mesomethingGirls mom: yeah this...it was an envelope smelling like she did sealedwith a kiss in lipstickhe opened it.....it said ..... your everything to me....i love youwith everything i amand everything i have...i want to spend the restof my life with yousealed in it was a ripped movie ticket from thefirst movie they went toand the first picture they took togetherhe kissed the picture as a tear fell from his faceonto the pictureit looked as if in the picture she was cryingthen the machines flatlined....3 minutes later shewas pronounced dead... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113027650554766066?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113027650554766066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113027650554766066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113027650554766066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113027650554766066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/treasure-ur-gal.html' title='Treasure ur gal...'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113025878873829109</id><published>2005-10-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T09:46:29.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..chapstick and chapped lips and things like chemistry..</title><content type='html'>I'm home! Everybody miss me? Gee, I hope so. So Atlanta rocked hardcore. But getting home was a bit of an issue. Weather delayed my flight Monday, I was stuck another night. Then traffic got in the way of my first flight today, got switched to Minneapolis, my flight there was delayed. Oh-well, I eventually did get home around 1 AM tonight.  Let's see, what did I do in ATL? I went to the Hard Rock Cafe, and the Martin Luther King Jr. Center. Saw a movie (yea, you can do that in Iowa), went shopping in this kick ass neighborhood where my sister lives, saw Switchfoot, got a henna tattoo, went toa Japanese steak house (the ones where they throw your food in the air and play with knives) It was fun. It was good to see Matt and Anne and I have never talked so much with Rob before. That was cool. And Leta and I had lots of fun watching hours of Felicity! Um, yeah. That is all. For the first time I have somthing semi interesting to write about but I don't feel like writing. Maybe because its after 2 am. Perhaps I&amp;quot;ll write tomorrow. Mucho amor emily rose &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113025878873829109?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113025878873829109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113025878873829109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113025878873829109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113025878873829109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/chapstick-and-chapped-lips-and-things.html' title='..chapstick and chapped lips and things like chemistry..'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113019002896669130</id><published>2005-10-24T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:40:28.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friday night</title><content type='html'>Well, today was an interesting one. i actually went to all my doctors appts. I also went to viney's, and DewHill. Kelly came and picked me up today and we were hanging out for awhile with random people, and then I was with Alisha. I love Alisha. We went out for icecream before she went to work. kelly tried calling her after but noone picked up. I'll post pictures of us on here later. Kelly later on ditched me at a party and I almost didn't have a ride home bcwhen she did come back she had a car full. SOme guy named Matt gave me a ride home. I talked to Corey tonight and the reason he broke up with me is bc he's not ready. He's appearantly trying to figure hislife out right now and just went into &amp;quot;hiding.&amp;quot; WHy couldn't he have just told me that? Am I the only honest person around here? Geez. Java Jr's called back and he wants me to call him ASAP! Yay! I want to bring in photo's as well! We'll see. Maybe I'lljust give him the disk with all my photos on it..Who knows..But look in June 21 for my aswesome photography..Well, I like it so, maybe you won't. but thats cool. taters! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113019002896669130?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113019002896669130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113019002896669130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113019002896669130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113019002896669130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/friday-night.html' title='friday night'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113017216221965623</id><published>2005-10-24T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:42:42.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Smurk</title><content type='html'>I am so not wanting to work and I am so behind. What is wrong with me? I just get so overloaded, I stop working. Then I get further behind. Even now, I'm not really working. The phone is ringing and I don't care. Everything is so crazy.....AGHHHH. Nobody knows what's going on. EVER!!!!! Or maybe I just don't....well, I think I will attempt to try working.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113017216221965623?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113017216221965623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113017216221965623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113017216221965623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113017216221965623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/work-smurk.html' title='Work Smurk'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113010383218551756</id><published>2005-10-23T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:43:52.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crossing my fingers!</title><content type='html'>last weekend was good. i finally just got to chill for once cus i didnt have a vball tournament. instead i went to virginia for andy and laura oberstar's grad parties. they were really fun. even though i didnt get to see laura! but i did get to see preston!!! which i was very excited about! lol! hey bud u r looking better than ever! still a 10 on my list! or 10.5! haha lol! well im keeping my fingers crossed so i can hopefully go to virginia thursday and visit everyone!! it will be sweet! so everyone there keep ur fingers crossed too and i hope i will see u all thursday night! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113010383218551756?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113010383218551756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113010383218551756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113010383218551756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113010383218551756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/crossing-my-fingers.html' title='crossing my fingers!'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113008594486343698</id><published>2005-10-23T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:45:49.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pity Teacher</title><content type='html'>today when we having moral period.. our teacher.. pn francis tell us tat.. i hate afrika penguin.. who is tat.. now i only noe is mr.ravindran.. pn francis tell tat when she going to england.. mr.ravindran going to ganti her.. we all shout.. HAAAA.. really omg loh.. need face him on bm period den need face him when moral period too.. aiyo yo yo.. cham loo tis time.. really hate tat afrika penguin la.. pn.francis oso sclod him 'so xxx'.. haha..den suddenly shih ling ask teacher.. y go england.. den she tell us something.. we all oso veli shock.. actually her son cannot talk.. she go england is bcoz his son.. coz she take a course tat is how to teach cannot talk studentbelajar..add upusually she oso got teach other student tat cannot talk.. haihz dun c she alway tell us funny story.. actually she is a pity mother n teacher..  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113008594486343698?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113008594486343698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113008594486343698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113008594486343698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113008594486343698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/pity-teacher.html' title='A Pity Teacher'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-113001755160880393</id><published>2005-10-22T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:45:53.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to all....(in a way)</title><content type='html'>Hello to All,  Today will be the last time that I will be posting notifications about my blog updates. I write in my blog to record down what I think and how I feel, and I don't understand why everyone would be so willing toread all that blah. I don't feel that I have a right to add another annoying flushing orange sun/flower/star (whatever you call it) on the MSN window. So if you really care about how I feel or what I've done, just drop by my blog and have a look...otherwise, I won't occupy your attention anymore! :D  My blog is at www.locksofmemories.blogspot.com &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-113001755160880393?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/113001755160880393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=113001755160880393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113001755160880393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/113001755160880393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/farewell-to-allin-way.html' title='Farewell to all....(in a way)'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112999867415294922</id><published>2005-10-22T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:31:14.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Hella Good!!</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a crazed Professor Ber. She decided to mix happiness, wealth, and just a little stealth to make a pack of perfect happy, sappy, rich, ninja warriors. Unfortunately, she accidentally added an extra ingredient to the concoction... EXTRACT OF MASHED POTATO!! And **b0oF!** it becameCOCO CRUNCH BEAR!!  CocoCrunch Bear roamed the world, turning wheatfields into into tiny chocolatey, biscuity thingys. Children all over the world ate these thingies for breakfast. And thus, Coco Crunch Bear TOOK OVER THE UNIVERSE!..ity....  I'm so happy, so fricking happy!! And its for no reason!! Gone for today are my gothic poetry and my sad views of life! Hello soup, smiles, sunflowers and whatever else begins with S!!  **  The littlest elf romped around one day, looking for someone to play.  The littlest elf skipped down the path felling so happy and GAY!  The littlest elf, though he didn't stand high, was actually notvery tall, in fact, he was really small.  The littlest elf went to save the world from the attack of the Coco Crunch Bear.  He died in attempt Because he forgot about his lactose-intolerent hair.  And that my dears, is the story of an elf, and a moral is due.  Don't save the world if you're smaller that 3 foot 2. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112999867415294922?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112999867415294922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112999867415294922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112999867415294922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112999867415294922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/feeling-hella-good.html' title='Feeling Hella Good!!'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112993116346702285</id><published>2005-10-21T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:46:03.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip !</title><content type='html'>Well im gonna go to Kuala Lumpur 2morrow and btw i moved to malaysia, but im originally from florida (lol just wanted to clear that outif u didnt know) The tallest building in the worldis in kuala lumpur and thats ur geography lesson for today lol Today is the start of a one week vacation yay ! ^_^ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112993116346702285?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112993116346702285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112993116346702285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112993116346702285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112993116346702285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip !'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112991222029527788</id><published>2005-10-21T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:30:20.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college</title><content type='html'>hey everybody, I leave for Wayne state in 3 days. I wish that people would just let me have a NORMAL relationship with Shawn. Seriously, there is so much drama going on that i am just SICK of it. I am thisclose to just saying fuck it you can date who you want, if it's me great, if it's not me, well, i would be devastated but it's hard to say who he wants these days. People say it's me, people say it's someone else. I know on his space it says that about his girlfriend (me) and how he never wants to leave me,but he has all these girl friends. I know i may appear jealous,but he says that's a sign that he's going to leave me: Having lots of girls over at his house and him hanging out with a bunch of girls. I'm confused. He always is talking with girls or whatever. I love him I don't know why he insists on &amp;quot;looking&amp;quot; i know it's a guy thing. But it's a guy thing that remains a mystery to me. IT doesn't hurt any less. I have been worried sick, literally worried sick, that when i'm in college there are going to be all of those girls coming out of the woodwork and theyr'e going to supposedly &amp;quot;see me&amp;quot; with some douche bag of a guy, and it's going to cause all sorts of problems with shawn. I am worried sick, ( i have gotten sick a couple of times today) about this subject. I just want him to love me. Thats all that im asking. is for him to love me. Dana &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112991222029527788?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112991222029527788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112991222029527788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112991222029527788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112991222029527788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/college.html' title='college'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112984453619324325</id><published>2005-10-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T14:42:16.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madden 06 Franchise: Year 1 - Week 1</title><content type='html'>The Tampa Bay Buccaneers opened the season with a 41-35 victory over the Minnesota Vikings in Madden 06 franchise action. The host Vikings jumped out to an early 14-0 lead before Tampa recovered to take a commanding 38-14 lead going into the half. Some poor tackiling and long scores allowed Minnesota to crawl back into the game in the second half, but the Buc defense held strong on the las Minnesota offensive series with 2 sacks before picking D. Culpepper off to seal the victory. Offensive leaders were B. Griese going 14 for 17 with 252 yards and 4 TD's; C. Williams had 26 rushes fro 66 yards, 1 TD, and 1 catch for 24 yards; J. Galloway had 4 receptions for 78 yards; M. Alstott and I. Hilliard each added 2 receiving TD's. Defensive leaders were B. Kelly with 4 tackles and 2 interceptions; and A. McFarland with 3 sacks. Next up for Tampa is the home opener against the Buffalo Bills. The new NFC South standings look like this:  New Orleans 1-0 Tampa Bay 1-0 Atlanta 0-1 Carolina 0-1 &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112984453619324325?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112984453619324325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112984453619324325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112984453619324325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112984453619324325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/madden-06-franchise-year-1-week-1.html' title='Madden 06 Franchise: Year 1 - Week 1'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112982612065908968</id><published>2005-10-20T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T09:35:28.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain of Memories</title><content type='html'>I finally got a job. Started today. It surprised me quite a bit, seeing as how I didn't know it until about eight-thirty this morning. I work at my dad's place of employment now, and it is all right despite being temporary, seeing as how I am leaving for college in two weeks. The work isn't so bad. I only spent seven hours sweeping the floor. My dad sells and services pressure washers, and the back garage where most of their stuff is stored is really dusty. Not to mention that it probably hasn't been swept like that in six months. If at all. But I did my best, and would like to think that I've improved things, even if the job isn't finished. Its almost all swept, but no quite.  When I was sweeping, in a brief moment when there was no other people around, I started whistling. I do that occaisionally, when no one is there to listen. But the song surprised me. I hadn't listened to it recently. So I stopped whistling, and sounded out the few bars that I could remember in my head, trying to place exactly where I had learned it. I picked up more and more, slowly working on it, and it hit me. It was one of the concert songs from my time in Jr.High band. I wish that I could actually remember it all as we played it, and feel a bit dissapointed in myself that I couldn't remember it all despite the hours upon hours of practicing. I mean rehearsing, as I didn't do all that much practicing on my own. Band was fun, especially because I changed instrument in the seventh grade from alto saxophone to tenor, changing from a section of nine to a section of one. That year for the christmas concert we played this one composition which was the Pink Panther and the Flinstones, and I was perfectly positioned as the only one with the part of the panther's melody. Yay for a solo.   But I have to ask myself why I remembered this song. It really came from nowhere. The stuff about the concert and playing Pink Panther makes sense, it came from remembering on the line of the song, but why did I remember the song in the first place? One way to look at memories is that they are links in a chain, and you follow one to another to another, and soon you discover something that yoiu didn't realize that you knew, something surprising, a hidden item in a dark corner of your mind. But I don't think that the mind works that way.  A chain is a good and strong collaboration of parts. You can do alot with a chain. With a chain of memories, obviiously not every link is equal but strong links can hold up weak ones, and insignificant details can be unearthed by the major ones. This linear connection also follows the passage of time, so it could be considered that recent events which are still fresh in the mind anchor the older ones, keeping them stored and safe. But for recollection it is insufficent. In order to get at vital memories of days long past one would have to work from present back, taking time despite the speed of synapses. Also, some things aren't memories at all; an example is a mathematical equation area equal pi r squared. You didn't experience this, yet I'm sure you remember learning it.   It isn't a memory, but it is stored in your brain. And while everything that is remembered is linked to something, it is linked to several memories but not all memories. It is more of a web, the center of which is the present, what you are learning and experiencing now. Instead of the present anchoring the past, the past holds up the present. And while one thing leads to the remembering of another, it is not the only path of remembering.  In Physiology we learned the difference between shrot and long term memory, how everything is stored first in the limbic system, a crescent shaped area of the inner brain, and it decides what gets moved to the cerebrum for long term storage. The limbic system also being the seat of emotion, emotionally powerful memories get tied down first, stored in the gray mass to be recalled instantly for years to come. That one battle of the World War II, though, that one that you know is so important but always forgot, even on the day of the tesy despite pulling an all nighter, wasn't emotionally powerful enough to get stored. The limbic system is also the primal part of the brain. The one thing that a baby knows when it comes out of its mother's womb is how his mother smells, and nothing else. This is the base from which it learns everything else, starting with how she looks and sounds, then to other things and people. Smells elicit emotions while bypassing the thinking parts of the brain. You smell smoke and you fell the danger before you think 'fire'. This emotional response is what has led to those deoderant commercials to say what they have said, that smell is the strongest sense tied to memory. And this is why.   But this just helps proove my web thoughts. The first thing that you know, the anchor to which everything else is tied to, is how your mother smells. From that you have the basis for everything else, even that battle from history class is tied to it. From one strong anchor you eventually get another, be it your sixth birthday where all of your friends were there and you recieved all of the presents you asked for, or it was that time when you were twelve and fell out of that tree and broke your arm, or that first date, or your first breakup. These emotionally charged events are ingrained upon the inside of your skull and cannot be removed; the extreme of both the good and the bad are with you until you die. Tied onto these events are the times that aren't so emotional, and tied to that are those facts that you had to memorize. Everything tied to each other, always there despite the darkness of the time spent without the conscious effort of remembering. You haven't forgotten them, you just haven't remembered them yet.  Or at least most things are that way. The web does break, or rather some things didn't get attatched strong enough. You may remember what you had to eat for breakfast this morning, but do you remember what you ate last tuesday morning? Or dinner on May 5, 1994? This may seem meaningless, but if you can remember what you ate this morning, and its just as meaningless as every other time, then why do you remember it? The beauty of short term memory. All the everyday crap that you can drop into nothing without weighing down your mind. Some things don't need to be remembered. Some things aren't remembered. Other things you want to forget.  Hopefully I will begin to forget a few things. Already the past, my life during high school, seems like it happened to someone else. I know that there will people at college that I had frequent interaction with in the past, but I almost hope to not see them, or if I do that they just ignore me. It happens already, friends from years past just looking past me in the halls. Or looked, now. I don't frequent many halls anymore. Some things won't leave, I know, but I hope to just bury them in new things. I'm not thinking about any particular memories, or any particular person. Just everyone. Already it is starting to become easy, the loosing of old ties. Hopefully there will be new people to replace them with, people that I won't want to forget. My dad delivered my housing contract today. It is about two months too late, and I won't be getting into the hall that I want, as I have been informed that it is already full. Instead I get to go pot-luck fora lesser dorm. Well, lesser in my mind, but I don't really deserve to be living with smart people anyways. I don't belong there. But I will sign up to take an opening as soon as one comes in. But, with the couple hundered that I will make in these last two weeks and the little bit that I have saved up, I will be able to buy most of a new computer. My dad is going to help me out, but I'm going to pay him back as much as I can.  Another thought, just came to me. It might be related, but maybe not. I started dreaming again.I guess we dream every night, but I usually don't remember them when I wake up. Until recently. It is strange, and there is no real reason for it. The situations are always far out, but there is always someone that I know in it, also just playing their part. Which is usually themself. No, not always the same person, and not even the person that I would think that I would dream about. Only once, for them, of the few. Why do we dream? Why do I dream? Sometimes the story gets out of hand, so I stop it. Once I had this dream, a good while ago, where it started out all right but slowly grew stranger, so I started to fix it. As I corrected it, made it considerably better one thing at a time, I noticed that I was waking up. I wouldn't say that I was becoming conscious, for in order to fix a dream one must be conscious, even if one is asleep. But I didn't want to wake up yet, so I let the dream go, and it became weird again, but at least I was asleep. It wasn't so bad, really, I just thought that I could do a better job at it. But, in most of the dreams there is either a person that I know, or it is a circumstance that I have experienced. Why is this? Are my dreams tapping into my memory, temporarily tying together unrelated threads to create something alltogether different? I will go ponder this some more, as I try to sleep. Still, I do not think that I fall asleep, and that instead I only wake up from one dream into another. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112982612065908968?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112982612065908968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112982612065908968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112982612065908968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112982612065908968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/chain-of-memories.html' title='Chain of Memories'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112975786419422182</id><published>2005-10-19T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:37:44.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'> I guess the winter makes you laught a little slower  makes you talk a little slower  about things you couldn't show him  mamybe this year will be better than the last year  I can't remember all those times  I tried to tell myself to hold on   to this moments as they pass    ... I must have read a thousand poems in that time   trying to find myself in all those words  I used to know everything about who I was  But what is that?  When you don't even know what or who you'll become  And if everything were to change?    What goodis there in knowing who you are?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112975786419422182?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112975786419422182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112975786419422182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112975786419422182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112975786419422182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112974000679908445</id><published>2005-10-19T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:40:06.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Zo, zit ik lekker LL Cool J's &amp;quot;mama saidknock u out&amp;quot; te luisteren en ik dacht..KOMAAN laat ik me 'ns vergezellen op mijn eigen webspace alwaar ge kunt genieten van menig plezant fotografisch gekunstel van mijzelf ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!  Duss....... Ik ben namelijk zooooooo blij dat iedereen mijn webspace zo vaak bezoekt...Niet te kort..de enige trouwe visitor is dhr. G. te A-ad-R. Of durven jullie gewoon niet?! Geef dan is wat tips, en wel goede tips bitte.. niet van die zwartgallig getinte humorloze opmerkingen als: haal je eigen foto's er dan af, verzin is een leuke naam voor je space etc, enz, cq etc. Hou dan je mond maar! Wat willen jullie nou? WAT WAT WAT?!?!?!? Zal ik zeggen wat? weet je wat? Zal ik het zeggen, zal ik het zeggen?....pfff, laat maar...wordt al moe van mn eiguh gezwam.. Peace y'all &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112974000679908445?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112974000679908445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112974000679908445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112974000679908445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112974000679908445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112967109728351840</id><published>2005-10-18T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:31:37.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the brighter side....</title><content type='html'>on the brighter side of things I hung out with my little sister Tiffany all day and then tonight i went shopping,to dinner and a movie with a friend. we went to see deuce bigalo the make jigalo----pretty much the most stupid movie i have ever seen. But it was ok cuz i got to hang out with a buddy i haven't hung out with in a while. Then to top it off tons of people called to &amp;quot;show me some love&amp;quot; today. Pretty much everyone that loves me called me :) and for the first time in a long time they were all super swell conversations    I got these new silver shoes and silver belt so you can all be jealous cuz i look super hot in the outfit. my friend was like &amp;quot;whoa shannon you are super sexy in that gear&amp;quot; so yup as he said i am super sexy so you better watch out. hmm.......well i wore my JEM t-shirt today----you know that cartoon show about the 4 rocker band girls that played on tv when we were little (i used to pretend i was the one with the blue hair) well i got like 30 compliments on my shirt and it made me very happy :) :):):):):) ok well me and my buddy are going to go walk through the park at about 3:30 in the am (right now) so i gots to go. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112967109728351840?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112967109728351840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112967109728351840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112967109728351840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112967109728351840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/on-brighter-side.html' title='on the brighter side....'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112958529393324298</id><published>2005-10-17T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T14:41:33.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regular Season Stats</title><content type='html'>Ugh...30 games later and still going. I had a great time playing this season, and always with the most awesome teammates anyone could ever have. You are the best! I also want to thank all of our fans and everyone who has supported us, not only these past four months but every single year. Win or lose, you are always there to cheer us on. Thank you so much!    Standings: 19 Wins - 11 Losses Division: 8 Wins - 6 Losses Conference:11 Wins - 5 Losses Ranking: 3rd Longest Winning Streak: 5 Longest Losing Streak: 4      Personal Stats Games Played:112 Kills (K):644 Errors (E): 44 Attempts (TA): 1431 H%: .419 Kills/Game: 5.75 Assists (A): 18 Assists/Game: .167 Blocks: 25 Blocks/Game: .223 Ranking: 11th &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112958529393324298?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112958529393324298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112958529393324298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112958529393324298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112958529393324298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/regular-season-stats.html' title='Regular Season Stats'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112956660285435112</id><published>2005-10-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:30:02.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camp</title><content type='html'>alright so its early monday morning. i woke up at 530 and couldned sleep at around 650ish i got up and did my hair and all that junk. then i made sure i had everythign in my bags. and yah so its baout 8 10 rihgt now and im really nervous about this camp i mean sure it might be fun and stuff and im excited but like idk what if they are all really good and like i suck. or maybe it will be really fun.. idk but i hope i make some friends! i will update you when i get home saturday..(well friday night but i wont be online.) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112956660285435112?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112956660285435112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112956660285435112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112956660285435112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112956660285435112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/camp.html' title='camp'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112949871100827740</id><published>2005-10-16T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:38:31.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things:)</title><content type='html'>My Favorite Stuff    * Hangin out with my buddies * Music * Guitars !  * RAIN !!!!! * Tennis :) * Hot Chocolate  * Taco * Taco's in a bag * Ag day's  *Sitting on roof's * Sitting alone anywhere high up ( top of stadium ect..) * Church ! * God of course :) * Scary movies * Stupid Movies  * Water ballon fights * OLD PEOPLE !!!!! THEY ROCK MY SOCKS OFF !!!:D:D:D:D * Lil kids, as long as they dont make me wanna beat them much  * Mandrin Oranges...expecially when Im usin an orange fork * Spy music ( weird I know) * Bright Colors  *Fall !!:D:D * Getting so incredibly lost in the ghettos of Mt.Vernon.. (lol Chels) * Running.. although not so much with large amounts of ppl  * CSI ! * Corrupted television ( aka Degrassi shhh) * Swimming in my clothes... 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Was watchiing TV,talk show bout obesity and a local Malay movie. The part about the movie, the talk shrow host invited the promoter for the movie and had some teasers. The movie is about a couple, a moslem grl and a chinese  boy, the promoter claimed is not entirely about the no--no from family but more towards their own feeling dealing with their situation. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112941238698876591?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112941238698876591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112941238698876591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112941238698876591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112941238698876591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/raining.html' title='Raining'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112939469862982612</id><published>2005-10-15T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T09:44:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLITCHES GLITCHES Everywhere.</title><content type='html'>I can't tell you how sick and tired of the glitches there are with this MSN spaces! I go to post an entry and it disappears. I go to post a comment and it post's it twice!!!! GRRRRR! But I'm not gonna let it bug me. I'm going on vacation tomorrow. I was supposed to go toVegas but Missy couldn't get her shit together.And she tells me last night that it's back on. Like I'm supposed be all happy that she can go now. Because for me it's now too expensive for me to fly because it's like 400 and with me moving in a couple of weeks it's just not smart. If I could have bought mine like2 weeks ago when I wanted to I could have gotten mine for like 236. and that would have been fine but now I'm notgoing it's the mature resposible thing to do.So I'll be hanging around all week with nothing to do. Well Kozy has already offered to try and entertain me. I may try and hit the ocean for a few days. I guess we'll see. I'm not sure I want to go alone but I don't really want to take anyone else with me. I guess we'll see.  So I know your all dying to know what I did this weekend. I broke tradition. Well kinda. I didn't shoot in the tournament on Friday like I normally do instead I went to Kozy and big suprise.... drank. Ok so He had some friends over and all but one of them left before I got there. So it was Justin Kozy and I. We were drinking watiching a movie A Dirty Shame. It is really weird kinda kinky but dumb. I'm not sure I would even say go rent it. So were drinking, it's getting late and I'm getting pretty drunk. So Kozy takes me off to bed. Justin has duty at like 530 any way. And it's about 1. Atleast that's what timeI think it was.So I guess when Kozy and I got to his room wewere so preoccupied that we forgot to close his bedroom window.Oops! I guess his apartment manager came by whileJustinwas on the porch having a smoke and asked asked him to tell us to keep it down.Well he never told us. So the next morning when Kozy was taking out the garbage his neighbor stopped him. The conversation as follows  Neighbor: My wife wanted to ask you how you made her scream like that? Kozy: I don't know I was just doing my thing. Maybe your wife should talk to her.   When Kozy told me this I was crackin up. I mean I didn't think it was that loud but I guess it was. So yep that was it. Saturday was boring I did how ever find out that bright blue panties will show through khaki capri's so you will either have to wear jeans or you will have to go comando.Thiswas ahistoric moment for me. I went comando. It was very liberatingnow I know why Missy does it all the time. I was quite impressed with my self that I went a whole day with no panties. YayMe! Now I'm not saying I would do it all the time because I think taking off clothesisvery sexy, but Ican see myself doing it more often in the future. Saturday night Iwent to Dani and Jared's had dinner with them and Saul and Monica. Dan called to see if every thing was cool cuz I didn't go to Danny's on Friday. Sunday I hung out at Terri's and stuff. Missy Monica and I played league last night. We won!!!! We finnally beat Angi's team. No one else had. Kozy came to watch.   Ok so Ryan is seriously pissing me off. I cannot belive he is acting like he is. So I have his gift but he's mad because I haven't gotten to to him. He says that no one cares because on one got him a gift. Well I'm sorry but I would have rather had him come to my b-day than him go to a U2 concert. Yes he got me a gift and I have his gift but the last time he came over I was not in my right mind. Seriously a cat had just died in my arms!!!! I wasn't thinking about his stupid gift. Oh well he's stupid. And I'm spent!   Top Ten Amish Spring Break Activities 10. Drink molasses until you heave.9. Attend a wet bonnet contest.8. Tear a page out of the room directory and totally trash it.7. Throw a &amp;quot;Key of Buttermilk Party&amp;quot;.6. Blow past the Dairy Queen on a really hot Clydesdale.5. Get a tattoo that says: &amp;quot;Born to Raise Barns.&amp;quot;4. Dare to wear a see-through smock to bed.3. Sleep in until 6:00 a.m.2. Cop a glance, behind a checkout counter, of the front cover of aPlayboy magazine.1. Churn butter naked.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112939469862982612?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112939469862982612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112939469862982612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112939469862982612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112939469862982612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/glitches-glitches-everywhere.html' title='GLITCHES GLITCHES Everywhere.'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112932582193772848</id><published>2005-10-14T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:37:01.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$@m3 $h!t, D!ff3r3nt D@y</title><content type='html'>well today wanst such a good day as others, at work the other day my back was in pain, and lifting heavy boxes didnt help much. go figure. so i stayed home and basicly just rested all day T.T i could do anything not till teh pain medication kicked in. then i was up and walking around but i didnt leave home. nothign much happend either i got so bored i took a nap at around 7pm and woke up at 9pm. god my lifes boring... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008100.post-112923916186437072</id><published>2005-10-13T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:32:41.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely flower</title><content type='html'>          Lonely Flower         Little Flower why do you look sad Life for you cannot be that bad But I guess in a way you are just like me Grounded to this earth and never free All alone you sit and you seem to cower You droop more and more every hour I suppose all things living have their ups and downs But our bodies shake it off with a frown When I look at you I can see tears But why do you cry you have no fears Is it because you feel all alone in this vast place? Even when you look around there never seems to be a friendly faceYes little flower I feel this way to But theres really nothing I can doWe will both have to get on with the life that we lead Just like every growing seedSo little flower wipe those tears from your eyes Theres really no need for you to cryI left the flower all alone outside Tomorrow I will see the puddle she has cried When I looked out of my window the next day The sad little flower seemed to have gone away  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112923916186437072?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112923916186437072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112923916186437072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112923916186437072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112923916186437072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/lonely-flower.html' title='lonely flower'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112922102506370349</id><published>2005-10-13T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T09:30:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chester ~ Northwich ~ Llangollen ~ Wrexham ~ Jodrell Bank</title><content type='html'>August 21: Sunday  Returned to Chester, which I'd visited months before, simply having lunch and a stroll on the city walls. En route to our hotel in Northwich, we visited Beeston Castle in North Cheshire. Sited atop a crag, and overlooking 8 counties, it's a truly spectacular outing (and very fine picnic spot). Starting life as a hill-fort in the Bronze Age, some 4000yrs ago, it has been redeveloped time and again. For the distance, I'm reminded of one of theMayan pyramids at Tikal in Guatemala that I'd visited in 2000: centuries of growth had covered all but the very tips of these structures. Beeston's fort is actually perched on top but is very overgrown and ferny within its walls. From the top you can see Chester, Liverpool and the Pennines.    The Floatel at Northwich turned out to be a bit of a let down. It's been around since 1989, and while OK as a cheap pet-friendly hotel, it's suffering from neglect. While the staff are cheerful enough, I don't think anyone had cleaned the water-level porch of my room in months - it was dirty, cobwebbed and strewn with cigarette butts: not a place where one would go for a romantic getaway. I did luck onto a really nice restaurant just up the road - The Curious Orange. The Northwich town centre is mainly timber-framed, but from Victorian times, not Tudor. I'm curious about the human gargoyle that looked like QEII out talking to her public.     August 22: Monday Headed southwest again, past Chester and into Wales: destination Llangollen. Home to both a major Eistedfodd and Balloon Festival (it's a wonder it's not called Lung-ollen), this is where my twice-great grandmother and her family lived at census time in 1861. The census record says Abbey St, but I believe Abbey Rd would be the venue; it's the main bit of road skirting the town centre. It reminded me very much of Dolgellau in its location and the way the town was presented, albeit without the narrow winding streets: this was much more of a grid affair.  We turned around and stopped a while in Wrexham, the major market-town for North Wales...and in the few hours I was there, I didn't see much to do there but shop. The famous Monday outdoor markets seemed to consist of maybe a dozen food stalls in a car-park, with a butcher calling cuts of meats like a bingo-game.  Final stop for the day was the Lovell Radio Telescope at Jodrell Bank, another place I alluded to in one of my first blog entries for this trip. There's a small visitor centre with a handful of displays, a cafeteria, gift-shop inappropriately selling astrological mugs and a theatrette where you can watch a 10 minute Australian-made 3D film about a trip to Mars. Tourist sites may mention a no-longer-open planetarium. There is alsoan arboretum , but since the entire area is off-limits to dogs, it was too hot to leave Bondi in the car and I gave most of it a miss.   This evening's TV highlight: on BBC2 a documentary&amp;quot;Taxidermy: Stuff the World&amp;quot;, which has some pretty um unique characters. I'm not sure if the winner of a regional competition - &amp;quot;It's a hollow victory&amp;quot; - appreciated the irony of his remarks. However I'm not sure if i was more disturbed by the woman with the refrigerator full of cervine testicles (which she mounts on plaques), or those who go out and shoot animals to mount... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112922102506370349?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112922102506370349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112922102506370349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112922102506370349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112922102506370349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/chester-northwich-llangollen-wrexham.html' title='Chester ~ Northwich ~ Llangollen ~ Wrexham ~ Jodrell Bank'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112915272253943459</id><published>2005-10-12T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:32:02.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehehe</title><content type='html'>I thought this was funny. : D You Know You're Addicted to Coffee When...  You can jump start your car without cables.You answer the door before people knock.You've worn out your third pair of shoes this week.Your eyes stay open even when you sneeze.You can type sixty words per minute -- with your feet.You sleep with your eyes open.You have a picture of your coffee mug on your coffee mug.You channel surf faster without the remote.You short out motion detectors.You walk twenty miles on your treadmill before you realize it's not plugged in.The only time you are standing still is during an earthquake!People get dizzy watching you.Starbucks owns the mortgage on your house.The nurse needs a scientific calculator to take your pulse.When someone asks 'How are you?' you say, 'Good to the last drop'.You can outlast the Energizer bunny.You can take a picture of yourself from ten feet away without using the timer.You forget to unwrap candy bars before eating them.You have to watch videos in fast-forward.You ski uphill. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112915272253943459?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112915272253943459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112915272253943459' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112915272253943459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112915272253943459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/hehehehe.html' title='hehehehe'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008100.post-112913475759781149</id><published>2005-10-12T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T09:32:37.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KCC's Space and the Wealth Within!</title><content type='html'>This entry is mostly an advertisement for KCC's space. It's full of strikingly deep and meaningful quotes that have the uncanny property of expressing ideas and philosophies in only a few words. I especially liked this one:   &amp;quot;All of us get lost in the darkness; Dreamers learn to steer by the stars. All of us do time in the gutter; Dreamers turn to look at the cars.&amp;quot;  It's a good statment that captures the essence of my outlook on life, which is why I'm especially fond of it.  So, to everyone interested in such quotes and other meaningful phrases, check out Joe 'KCC' Karam's Space which is listed on my blog list.  ~NDL~  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112913475759781149?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112913475759781149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112913475759781149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112913475759781149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112913475759781149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/kccs-space-and-wealth-within.html' title='KCC&apos;s Space and the Wealth Within!'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112906627783876093</id><published>2005-10-11T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:31:17.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my mini vacation</title><content type='html'>well i just got back home from stayimg wit my friend christen. we went to newport aquarium. it was sooo cool. but her bro got on my nerves all the time but they like fight all the way to the place. its kinda funny. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112906627783876093?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112906627783876093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112906627783876093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112906627783876093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112906627783876093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-mini-vacation.html' title='my mini vacation'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112897981264058686</id><published>2005-10-10T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:30:12.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parents evening</title><content type='html'>hey all today was parent's evening most ppl would say nooooo but was quiet happy acually I got an excellent every tearchers said oh she's well behaived she listen were sooo happy her in our scool p.s. I ain't showing off is true shame who ever got a bad p.s sry if u did &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112897981264058686?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112897981264058686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112897981264058686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112897981264058686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112897981264058686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/parents-evening.html' title='parents evening'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112896179572562505</id><published>2005-10-10T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:29:55.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Movies: My Release</title><content type='html'> Hey Over these last two weeks I have noticed my increase in watching Movies and listening to Music a)when I'm not working and b) not sleeping. I have found the possible conclusion to this: M and M are my release of both anger and depression. Ok so I haven't fully got to the depressed part yet but I am quite upset at the moment due to a family issue. I watch the Kiddies movies especially when I need to smile, you know the whole &amp;quot;Happily Ever After&amp;quot; thing. And I find that Rock music (especially some good Blindspott) makes me wanna bounce up and down thus creating endorphins. (Thanks to Dictionary.com for checking my spelling of endorphins!). Even a really good scary movie can help I mean if anything it gives ya exercise from all the jumping! Sure shopping and chocolate are always good but who wants to spend money when you've got a perfectly good Radio to listen to. &amp;quot;Free as the mighty polar bear&amp;quot; - as of the words of the Telecom guy(ya know who im talking about!).Its a kinda strange thing that I have discovered in Movies but as far as Music is considered has always been a way that I have been able to release not just anger but misery aswell. Luv,  Flizz   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112896179572562505?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112896179572562505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112896179572562505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112896179572562505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112896179572562505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-and-movies-my-release.html' title='Music and Movies: My Release'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112889358395015693</id><published>2005-10-09T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:33:03.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old-As-Hell York Dolls @ 9:30</title><content type='html'>  Rock, pure and simple. Probably the best show I've been to in the last year. The reason: I wasn't expecting a very good show. I've always loved the Dolls' 1972 self-titled album (it has been in my constant rotation since I was 13) and their second (and final) album &amp;quot;Too Much Too Soon&amp;quot;, but every time I would buy a live NYDalbum it would blow - hard (the same goes for almost all of the Johnny Thunders live records). I guess having 35 years to practice (andkick the habit/replace dead members)really does wonders for the live show. The set was phenomenal - High Octane for almost 2 hours. Even the girl was wanting encores (sheusually falls into a coma-like-stateafter 10pm). It was great hearing all of those songs that I grew up with being played live - and well. If they come around to your neck of the woods be sure to get out and see 'em.  Yes, I realize that this was one of those &amp;quot;Do we have enough money saved to retire?, No? We're proud to announce a reunion tour&amp;quot; shows. One of the shows that you go to because you're afraid that it will be your only chance to see a band who was broken up before you were out of short-pants (or in the girl's case - born). My general rule is that if the lead singer is still alive it's a reunion, if not it's a tribute (see MC5). Well, as I mentioned earlier I thought this show was going to blow (and thank Christ it didn't), but as soon as tix went on sale I was there and bought two.  Every time there is a reunion show from a band that I thought I'd never get to see (or see again) I always forced the Girl to come with. &amp;quot; You HAVE to go to this show. It's for your own good. I don't care if you've never heard of them. Here; load this CD into your iPod and memorize the songs. Well, you better LEARN to like them; This is history.&amp;quot; She has bared witness to several unlikely &amp;quot;reunion&amp;quot; shows against her will: MC5, Mission of Burma, Skinny Puppy, Pixies, Knitters, X, New York Dolls, etc., and has been very good so far. Let's hope thatpositive attitudelasts through the Devo show this Sunday. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112889358395015693?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112889358395015693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112889358395015693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112889358395015693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112889358395015693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/old-as-hell-york-dolls-930.html' title='The Old-As-Hell York Dolls @ 9:30'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112887624935435551</id><published>2005-10-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T09:44:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! There is something about me here.</title><content type='html'>I actually did something right today,gf wise. Lol i made her cry. But it wasn't sad crying. I just figured she wanted to know how i really felt about her...and now i miss her again...Lol i cant stand her not being able to go on the computer. Wow! The 3 people that see this site will be impressed. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112887624935435551?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112887624935435551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112887624935435551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112887624935435551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112887624935435551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-there-is-something-about-me-here.html' title='Hey! There is something about me here.'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112878910044181167</id><published>2005-10-08T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:31:40.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>instrucciones!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>es facil firmar!!!!, no puede ser... entran a la parte de blog, y dice comentario, hacen clic ahi y les va a aparecer una parte blanca, donde van a poder escribir, es solo eso, besos, chauchas (viste ile????, ahora si, el tiempo puede pasar, pero los amigos quedan, no te olvides) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112878910044181167?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112878910044181167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112878910044181167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112878910044181167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112878910044181167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/instrucciones.html' title='instrucciones!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112863442555615279</id><published>2005-10-06T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:33:46.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>upset</title><content type='html'>You know how there are things you never want to hear but then you end up hearing them and you are hurt by what you hear ? Yeah well thats me right now. I dont know if im suppose to beupset or if I should just let it go, but how do you deal with such hurtful things. Im so sad right now... I cant sleep and I dont know what to do ... Im so confused. I think this time Im hurt to bad. I never wanted something like this to happen and why did it take me this long to find out? I dont know either ... Im sad, confused, upset, crying about something I cant change but I want it to go way, but it wont .. its stuck in my head and I dont want to think about it .... I guess Im just too hurt ... I dont know what to do ... theres nothing I can do ... why didnt I know ??? I guess its to late now .... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112863442555615279?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112863442555615279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112863442555615279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112863442555615279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112863442555615279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/upset.html' title='upset'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112861696146281822</id><published>2005-10-06T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:42:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slate.com</title><content type='html'>Wow... what the hell happened?  I don't come on here for a month - purposefully avoiding the site because of the &amp;quot;that&amp;quot; person, and what do I find when I come back for a peek?  That  Slate.com had referenced my blog in a story about that Tanqueray commercial.  Go figure.  Maybe if I continue writing I'll end up like  Stephanie Klein with a $500K+ book deal.  Unfortunately I have a feeling I would have to start telling a bit more of my &amp;quot;personal&amp;quot; life on here, something I don't feel comfortable doing knowing who reads this.  Kudos for her having the balls to talk about masturbating in her office bathroom... maybe I'll start an anonymous blog to keep up...  I've been pretty bummed lately - work isn't going as well as it should, and the summer is moving way too fast.  I'm poor, my highlights are growing out, I'm still recouping from strep throat and my best friend is getting married soon.  Also, not to freak anyone out, but my stupid apartment has become a haven for creatures (yeah, I realize I dedicated an entire entry to how much I love animals - while this DOES extend to the friendly little mice that seemed to have moved in, it is NOT extended to the ants, spiders and other gross things).  Plus TK has been away 4 out of the past 7 weeks, and I was away for 1 of the 3 weeks that he was here, so I'm feeling a serious lack in boyfriend presence.  I tend to get a little batty when I'm not getting the attention (I would say affection, but apparently my mother would assume I mean sex - which, in this case, isn't entirely untrue) I need.    On another depressing note, I just finished  Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince .  What a downer that was.  Not only because the story was upsetting (how could he DIE?? Is he really dead?? Spoilers in the next blog entry, fyi), but because I'm going to once again have to sit on my hands waiting 2+ years for the next (and final) book.  I wonder what would happen if I contacted Rowlings and told her I had some incurable disease and would be dead well before the final installment -- and that my only dream before dying was to know the details of the final book.  Would she pony up?  Something to keep in mind, I guess...   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112861696146281822?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112861696146281822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112861696146281822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112861696146281822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112861696146281822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/slatecom.html' title='Slate.com'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16008100.post-112854878803156236</id><published>2005-10-05T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:46:28.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Moment in College Writing</title><content type='html'>So today in College Writing we had a peer edit day and I had to share the quote from this paper with you. The paper was based on Euthanasia and was written by Dave Saul. He was taking to standpoint of being against Euthanasia and the quote is as follows; &amp;quot;What really is the main goal of every person each day? I'd say not to die, no ones acutally thinking about it, but in actuality that would probably be what 'the worst day of my life' would be composed of.&amp;quot; (I left in grammatical errors for authenticity. ) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112854878803156236?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112854878803156236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112854878803156236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112854878803156236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112854878803156236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/special-moment-in-college-writing.html' title='Special Moment in College Writing'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112852987449295438</id><published>2005-10-05T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T09:31:14.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>  Hey Hey This is Heather,   Will summer is here and it islittle boring, but it is better than school will i hope that everyone has a great summer this year..... and can't wait to see yall next school year!!!!    Heather   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112852987449295438?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112852987449295438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112852987449295438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112852987449295438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112852987449295438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112844354875087081</id><published>2005-10-04T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T09:32:28.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>No workout in the morning. Still trying to rest the knee. Applied ice last night and that seemed to help some. Today is Jacquelyn's last day at Mt Olive. They have really helped shape this girl spiritually and mentally. THanks Mt Olive &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112844354875087081?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112844354875087081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112844354875087081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112844354875087081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112844354875087081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112828900115849876</id><published>2005-10-02T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T14:36:41.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>... ...... as usual   ..............   .....&amp;quot;Baby, ...&amp;quot; .........&amp;quot; ()&amp;quot; .....&amp;quot;........&amp;quot; ..........&amp;quot;while i'm super busy, why don't you enjoy the other Hispanic Hon, American Hon,Mexican Hon, Hon Hon Hon....or take all your honsss back to your house&amp;quot; ....()....&amp;quot;. how would you like it ,if this guy will cook sth while you enjoy your favorite Apple Martini&amp;quot;.....() (.........) .......&amp;quot; ....&amp;quot; ....&amp;quot;.........&amp;quot; (...........) .......&amp;quot;....................&amp;quot;   ............ standard ..... .. () ..............(  Einstein ) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112828900115849876?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112828900115849876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112828900115849876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112828900115849876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112828900115849876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112827092811188387</id><published>2005-10-02T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:35:28.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forza vs PGR2 vs GT4</title><content type='html'>With it being a long weeked I thought I'd rent Microsoft Game Studios' Forza Motorsport and see what all the hype was about, as everywhere I look it seems to get great reviews. I was keen to see how it shaped up against both Project Gotham Racing 2 and Gran Turismo 4, as Forza has been hailed the &amp;quot;GT4 killer&amp;quot;... so how do they compare? Well, for a start Forza is easily the better looking, the damage modelling is a big improvement on the pokey one in PGR2 (hit a barrier lighlty and your bonnet crumples) and GT4's lack of any damage loses it points there. Plus in Forza you can add a huge variety of decals and vinyls, think of it as a cross between NFSU2 and PGR2, adding all sorts of custom kits and paint jobs to any of the cars - something else lacking from GT4. The tracks in all 3 games are nicely rendered and have a good level of detail Sound-wise Forza again scores well, the engine noises and details (turbo winding up etc) are really good, however the music detracts from the experience and I had to turn it off. PGR2's sound is good too and the music is fine, same for GT4 which can lack some realism at times(ie. after tuning)but the VTEC Hondas sound so real it's scary, and the Dodge Charger sitting at idle sends shivers up any petrol-head's spine! As for gameplay - well that's where GT4 comes back, with over 720 cars (Forza has 230+ and PGR2 less) GT4's sheer content is mind-blowing, it has more tracks than the other two as well and I particularly like the 2nd-hand cars (I can drive an Evo 1 again!!) and the photo mode. It also boasts rally driving and novelties like a 1/4 drag strip - neither of the other two offer those features. GT4 also feels more like a simulation than the other two, but Forza comes very close. PGR2 comes across more like an arcade gamebutit's showroom feature is fantastic Personally i prefer GT4 to the other two, but Forza comes a close second. PGR2 is a great game but GT4's content and sheer playability makes it stand out from the rest and Forza's quality and content sets the benchmark for Xbox racers to come For a similar comparison, see GameSpot's Driving Simulator Roundup &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112827092811188387?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112827092811188387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112827092811188387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112827092811188387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112827092811188387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/forza-vs-pgr2-vs-gt4.html' title='Forza vs PGR2 vs GT4'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112818496579876722</id><published>2005-10-01T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T09:42:46.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK</title><content type='html'>Black and Pink swirled is the best colouring. hahah molly it WOULD WORK!!! Molly we have to leave soon!!! Can't wait to be a FRESH LEMON next year. haha this will be funnay. Well the reunion is still going on. Emily is by me right now she is the 9yo pima (explained later if needed) She is right by me on the computer she is just like WON'T leave me be. she is watchig my brother so i cna type thisbetter finish b4 she sees  byepima= pain in my ass &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112818496579876722?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112818496579876722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112818496579876722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112818496579876722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112818496579876722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/10/black.html' title='BLACK'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112811601339621632</id><published>2005-09-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:33:37.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got ya!!!</title><content type='html'> On the way back form Hobart to Launceston, thereare a lot ofresting areas and toilet facilities. I stopped my caron one of themto stretch my leg and walk around. The really dark night and clear sky allowed me to enjoy a night sky and thesouthern hemisphere constellations even it was so cold out there.  While admiring the stars I heard asound rightbehind me. As soon as that soundemerged my ears I turned back, looked through the dark andhardly saw anything. Where was that sound come from?More importantly, whatmade that sound?  I, then, looked around and finallyrealized that that sound was coming from the rubbishbin not so far from where I stood. Wondering whatwas it inside the bin, I went back to my car, pickup my friend's camera, sat there in front of the bin andpointed the camera, ready to shoot,to where the sound came from.  After about 15 minutes of sitting there in the middle of nowhere duringthe quietnight with a rather thick jumper, I got ya!!! PS. I am not so sure about this but I think it is a possum, an Australian creature. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112811601339621632?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112811601339621632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112811601339621632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112811601339621632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112811601339621632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/got-ya.html' title='got ya!!!'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112809813180657458</id><published>2005-09-30T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:35:31.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State Conference!</title><content type='html'>OMG! Today I go to Richmond w/ Grace, Jay, Talmadge for State Conference!!! I'm so excited I cant wait! But i'm also SICK!! but i'm getting better! I'll be back sunday afternoon! See y'all when i get BACK!!!! I get to party this weekend!!!!! YAY!!! -MG &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112809813180657458?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112809813180657458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112809813180657458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112809813180657458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112809813180657458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/state-conference.html' title='State Conference!'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112803009634600897</id><published>2005-09-29T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T14:41:36.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>montana</title><content type='html'>Ok so today I did the usual went to work and came home it was pretty boring but work was pretty fun actually. We had a couple huge water fights it was me and steven against amber who was on her own team and then jason it was a lot of fun but I got soaked and a couple of the kids kept getting into it and when they would get wet they would cry, so we would all have to stop and yeah but it was a lot of fun. And then at my break kayla came and picked me up and we went to the malt shop and steven and jason fucking gave me orders of this shit load of food to pick them up but at least they paid for it and everything. Today I really missed Dillon today its hard hanging around steven cause he is so much like Dillon I mean he likes to skate and i dont know hes just like him its crazy, he even has the same shoes as dillon does you know his green etnies. I dont know just talking to him makes me miss dillon so much it hurts. But I should be able to talk to dillon tomorrow I think thats when hes coming home at least from his fishing trip. so that will be nice well i got to go eat so peace out west side &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112803009634600897?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112803009634600897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112803009634600897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112803009634600897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112803009634600897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/montana.html' title='montana'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112801176979016838</id><published>2005-09-29T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:36:09.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life today</title><content type='html'>WOW! Today is the most entertaining day in my life...all the lecturers were funny...as in they are jokin aroun wif us...hahahaha...i mean all of em'...wat a day!Today, in the mornin report at 8am..finish at 5pm...very tired.. REALLY!..durin class...at noon...i was feelin unwell...till nw.. &amp;amp; dunno y???? its lyk..im hvin fever...MAN! dun lyk hvin it... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112801176979016838?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112801176979016838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112801176979016838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112801176979016838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112801176979016838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-life-today.html' title='My life today'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112794313583707091</id><published>2005-09-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T14:32:15.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom's optional! i think...</title><content type='html'>Hmm..sitting here doing nothing as usual as you can tell in deep thought lol..but even when I realize that I can get off my bum and find something to do I'm still stuck here. Today I even was inspired to go to Pick n Save and apply but of course right when I'm poor and in desperate need of money they're not hiring baggers. Gotta love Pick n Save..so I dunno I might just have to continue the family legacy and apply to DQ but ya never know until than I'll be livin off of quarters jk lol. Oh yea and last night went to the y and swam for like an hour and lifted a lil after too but yea all I can say is it was special...thinkI pulled something in my back when I was lifting so yea I'm not exactly looking forward to swimming starting on AUGUST 8th. Well this weekend looks like its gonna get a little better. A family friend from Belgium is staying at my aunt's for like three weeks and it looks like we're gonna go to a Brodway show--Little Shop of Horrors-- and out to eat with her Sunday. And as for Saturday still open for discussion..so if anyone wants to do something give me a call. I was thinkin about going to the East vs. West baseball game so let me know. But I better go work on my speech...only 6 days left and I'm free! So until later... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112794313583707091?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112794313583707091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112794313583707091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112794313583707091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112794313583707091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/boredoms-optional-i-think.html' title='Boredom&apos;s optional! i think...'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112792535983360876</id><published>2005-09-28T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T09:36:00.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot/CD</title><content type='html'>The carrot's in the mail. Look for it in a letterbox near you. It was looking pretty darn ugly on Saturday so I hate to think what it's going to look like by the time it gets to Auckland. I hope it doesn't shrivel up so much the postman can't read the address.  For my next act, I am sending a CD. It's not that exciting, I know, but it'll be interesting to see if it's still in a usable condition by the time it gets to its destination. I was going to send it this weekend too, but I thought the postie might get suspicious. Sneaky little bastard.  PS. This 'blog' or 'space' is getting a bit bogged down on the 45c stamp challenge. Sorry. I'll try to think of other interesting things to say but don't hold your breath. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112792535983360876?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112792535983360876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112792535983360876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112792535983360876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112792535983360876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/carrotcd.html' title='Carrot/CD'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112785751455692015</id><published>2005-09-27T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:45:15.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waslet il-festa</title><content type='html'>Waslet il-festa u jien miniex niezla ax tipo albert marid u marli l-aptit kollu li ninzel. Ma nafx imma nhossni bla sens ninzel minajr guvni mijej, ninzel minajr albert, jista jkun li marritli xi skurfina imma tant kemm niehu gost li jkun hemm hu hdejja li minajru nhossni vojta, allura nibqa id-dar jew immur hdejh, imma that way i would feel better.  Il-bierah mort nara Stealth ma tnejn minn shabi, film ta l-alla, u qisu kollox gie kif suppost, ax hekk kif wasalt id-dar bqajt niezla il-pjazza u kien adu kif beda il-hruq tan-nar, tipo ma tlift xejn...  Illum qomt tard hafna ax ma kelliex al xiex inqum kmieni, qadt nilab ftit fuq il-pc imbad smajt Black Halo kollu, u warajh Epica kollu, diski li jgeluk titbissem.  Anyways, all of you out there, enjoy and take care  Giliane &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112785751455692015?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112785751455692015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112785751455692015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112785751455692015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112785751455692015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/waslet-il-festa.html' title='Waslet il-festa'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112783897621275821</id><published>2005-09-27T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:36:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falta jente que quiero mucho,</title><content type='html'>la verdad esque me falta jente que quiero mucho ,pero ya los pondre en mi pagina ,voy lento pero seguro ,de verdad. tratare de poner mas fotos mias ,aunque no me gusta mucho poner fotos de mi ,jajajajaja &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112783897621275821?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112783897621275821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112783897621275821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112783897621275821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112783897621275821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/falta-jente-que-quiero-mucho.html' title='falta jente que quiero mucho,'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112777076033606384</id><published>2005-09-26T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:39:20.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok im ready for a booty call...jk</title><content type='html'>lol...yea i think that why the break up hurt so bad is bc i knew it was coming but i was afraid to be alone. And i didnt want to be the one left behind...i wanted to be the one who did the leaving....horrible i know but then it wouldnt have hurt so bad. But now that i look back on it, it really wasnt that surprising that david would wanna be with someone else...i mean i am really hard to handle..and i require A LOT of attention and i have to have constant affection, which david would rarely do...he didnt even like to hold hands. I remember walking down the hallway in school and i would go to hold his hand and he would jerk it away from me...that really hurt. I really think that david isnt ready to have a SERIOUS relationship, which is ok but hes gonna be breaking a lot of hearts. Or maybe he just couldnt handle having meas his gf. maybe he just couldnt handle having to care for another person. he prolly forced himself to love me bc i loved him. but w/e....its his loss bc other than the fact that i am spoiled and need constant attention..im not that bad. in a month he'll be regretting this and then u know what? its gonna be too late. i will stand strong and will not go back into his arms...i have no room forhim in my life anymore, well as a boyfriend. And i can proudly say that i no longer love david....for now... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112777076033606384?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112777076033606384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112777076033606384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112777076033606384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112777076033606384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-im-ready-for-booty-calljk.html' title='ok im ready for a booty call...jk'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112775271690821299</id><published>2005-09-26T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T09:38:38.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a...</title><content type='html'> A Rooster!So you don't quite cluck, in fact, you cockle-doodle-doo. You're more brave than a chicken, but not completely fearless... thus I name you... a rooster. Good for you, but stay away from those sharp objects ;) Do you cluck or do you roar? this quiz was made by alanna &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112775271690821299?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112775271690821299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112775271690821299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112775271690821299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112775271690821299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am.html' title='I am a...'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112768393702919351</id><published>2005-09-25T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T14:32:17.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote's</title><content type='html'>I am a firm beliver that man can doall impossibles only if man belives in putting forth the effort to achieve what others deem impossible. Me ~Safire~  It is not the critic who counts. Not the man who points out howthe strong man stumbled or where the doer of deeds could have done better.The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whoseface is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly;who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause. Who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, at least fails while daring greatly, so hath &amp;quot;The young do not know enough to be prudent, therefore they attempt the impossible, and achieve it, generation after generation.&amp;quot;~ Pearl S. Buck ~  &amp;quot;You never conquer a mountain.You stand on the summit a few moments,then let the wind blow your footprints away.&amp;quot;~ Inuit Proverb ~  I expect to pass through life but once. If, therefore, there can be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.&amp;quot;~ William Penn ~ ....I am what never was....   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112768393702919351?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112768393702919351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112768393702919351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112768393702919351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112768393702919351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/quotes.html' title='Quote&apos;s'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112766607107669634</id><published>2005-09-25T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:34:31.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>question</title><content type='html'>S0o0o what are dreams supposed to mean?? if you have a dreamaboutsomeone cheating on you and them not giving a damn...what does that mean?? does iteven mean anything?? what if you have a dream of being very happy?? what does that mean?? (if anything) please please help me if anyone knows or has an idea of what they mean!! please!! thanks!!! Love Always-Shay &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112766607107669634?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112766607107669634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112766607107669634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112766607107669634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112766607107669634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/question.html' title='question'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112759482174380314</id><published>2005-09-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T13:47:03.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quiz...</title><content type='html'>      OKAY, I have seen this one on several sites lately so I don't feel guilty for poaching it. I'm gonna take it and anybody else who wants to take it, copy and paste it in the comments area...if you dare. It's just another way of exposing myself to ya'all. Boomer              GENERAL  Blog name = The World as I See it # piercings = ZERO # tattoos = ZERO height = 6'-1&amp;quot; hair color = Blond with some Gray (YUCK) I cant be that old!!! siblings = 1 Sister children = 4... B-22, B-20, G-18, B-14 How old do you look = 40 How old do you act = Depends, How much I've had to drink How old do you feel = 30 Do you have any pets = Yes, Jake the wonder dog  LAST... movie you rented = Can't remember movie you bought = Cant remember song you listened to = The whole License to Chill CD - Jimmy Buffet song that was stuck in your head = Trying to reason with Hurricane Season cd you bought = Jimmy Buffet - Live in Hawaii tv show you've watched = Dangerous Jobs - Crab Fishermen  DO... you have a secret crush = Yes you wish you could live somewhere else =Yes you think about suicide = HELL NO!!! Life is too good, and I'm not done yet you believe in online dating = Sure others find you attractive = So I've been told you like cleaning = some times you like roller coasters = YES  FOR OR AGAINST... long distance relationships = for (if need be) using someone = Why Bother smoking = Sometimes - Cigars Death penalty = Electric chair...Electric couch, Rapeist's, murders, child molesters, repeat offenders  HAVE YOU... ever lied to someone? = yes ever been in a fist fight? = yes ever passed out on a street from drinking too much? = Not on a street ever told someone you loved them when you didnt? = no ever cheated on a lover/spouse? = Once at the very end of my first marriage ever cheated on a test? = NO  WHAT... shoes do you wear most = Redwing work boots are you scared of = Marrying the wrong person do you want to be when you grow up = happily married is your least favorite chore to do = bathroom makes you the happiest = A great sunset at the beach with someone special upsets you the most = Stupid people and bad drivers and self centered people always makes you smile = Friday Night  NUMBER... of times I have been in love = 3 of hearts I have broken = 4 of people I can trust with my life with = 5 of times my name has appeared in the newspaper = Zero of scars on my body = 2 of things in my past that I regret = 2 of times I told people I loved them today = Zero  DO YOU THINK YOU ARE... pretty = I'm Not Pretty, but I am easy on the eyes funny = Oh Yes friendly = yes amusing = Yes. Ask anyone ugly = can be if I'm in the mood loveable = most of the time caring = yes sweet = yes sensitive = VERY a putz = yes mean = I can be when pushed to it   FAVORITE... 6 letter word = Harley Candy = Almond Rocha Cartoon = The Simpsons Cereal = 7 Grain with nuts Color = Chrome Day of week = Sunday, Church &amp;amp; brunch &amp;amp; bike Season = Autumn Movie = Titanic Book = Chapman Piloting TV Channel = Discovery Channel  PERSON WHO LAST... Slept in your bed with you = Deborah Saw you cry = It's been a while Made you cry = It's been a while Yelled at you = Deborah Smiled at you = Patricia Kissed you =Deborah  HAVE YOU EVER... Gone out in public in your pajamas = yes Kept a secret from everyone =yes Wished you were the opposite sex = There have been times...not really, I like being a man Stolen someones newspaper = no Borrowed something never meaning to return it= no  LOVE Do you believe in love at first sight = Lust at first sight Most important quality to you in a relationship is = HONESTY Who loves you most =My Mom  MISCELLANEOUS INFO Do you speak any other languages = Nope Last flavor you tasted = Lemonaide Last noise you heard = Some guy banging the ground with a pick Last smell you sniffed = The rain Last meal you ate = Chicken Last beautiful thing you saw = This morning's sunrise Last emotion you felt = Sadness Favorite item in your home = The fridge Worst feeling in the world = Anger &amp;amp; Hate  FINISH THIS SENTENCE: I Love ... myself I Miss ... a good woman I Wish ... for a better tomorrow I Hope ... The war ends soon I Want ... the best for my kids I am ... ready to go fishing Ineed ... A Vacation &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112759482174380314?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112759482174380314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112759482174380314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112759482174380314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112759482174380314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-quiz.html' title='Another Quiz...'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112757592249761434</id><published>2005-09-24T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T08:32:02.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And again...</title><content type='html'>Drove to Kent again...to see my sister sm. Got Olive Garden with mom after, then Angela drove home with me. We listened to Backstreet Boys. ..Yes, that is right-BSB! 5 (young) motorcycle guys drive by us...looked...did the peace/wave/nod thing...speed off/showed off. It was funny.  Now i'm just chillin. Actually...i'm not...i'm roasting like a hotdog.  I need to go buy water. I'm 5 gulps from being out.  Connor will be here in 30-60 minutes.  Hot Import Nights last night. Never seen so many souped up cars and half naked Asian girls in my life. We had fun though. I'll get pics up soon.  Man...it's hot.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112757592249761434?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112757592249761434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112757592249761434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112757592249761434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112757592249761434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-again.html' title='And again...'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112750746396513832</id><published>2005-09-23T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:31:04.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake Me Baby Shake Me</title><content type='html'>I just wanna be shook all night long. Take me in your arms, hold me close. Give me passionate kisses upon my lips. Give me a feeling that I'm sexual, A feeling so that I can love you. With all of me by your side in those arms, I will love with every being of my fiber. Every part of this body. I just wanna be shook all night long.  Sheilah Say :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112750746396513832?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112750746396513832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112750746396513832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112750746396513832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112750746396513832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/shake-me-baby-shake-me.html' title='Shake Me Baby Shake Me'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112748955795159873</id><published>2005-09-23T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T08:32:38.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Hello...How's it going?...well cold unfeeling computer it's between you and me and anyone else who is interested. I slept pretty much every chance I had the opportunity to today in school..floral design sucks butt cheeks, don't ever get into it, it's only good for sleeping sometimes..if we dont have work..well maybe it's because I have Mr. Ritchie..he's all senile.. Anyhow, I also slept in biology after I lost the whole ecosystem game...I'm such a sore loser, I didn't really lose..but I lost one card out of two in a &amp;quot;challenge&amp;quot;, it was similar to playing Pokemon, and I was mad because well with one card...wow..so I just gave it away and slept. I went over to Sam's as usual after school and pigged out...yum..then I conked out on the couch and she had to help my semi sleep drunk butt get to her bedroom. We made it and guess what? I slept again. I slept when I got home too. I love sleep..it's delicious. I'm anticipating Saturday so bad, I'm going to see Jay, My love! He's from San Antonio, we met through Sam, I love him! Well, I'm seeing him on Saturday, hopefully. I wanted to go to the carnival today...I called Abby, but as usual she's busy, I can't blame her. I miss the good times..when it was just Abby, Manny, and I. Anyhow, that's gone and yeah it was fun...my hamster is enormously fat now...and has no clue as to operating an exercise wheel..poor him..My Claude! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112748955795159873?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112748955795159873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112748955795159873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112748955795159873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112748955795159873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/beginning-of-spring-break.html' title='The Beginning of Spring Break'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112742201972558972</id><published>2005-09-22T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:46:59.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ghost Story &amp; Bible quotes...</title><content type='html'>No body believes ya when ya tell'm you saw a ghost. I mean its almost like they think Casper is just made up or somethin'. Well I have a story I have to tell ya. One day I was walkin along with my best friend and we both saw this GHOST by the library one evening after a photography class...he said...HEY look its a SPIRIT...when I looked all I saw was a kinda man shapped blur...but our curiousity got the best of us and we approached it...sure enough, it was a ghost, and he wanted to talk...so we let him jabber for a while and then, needing to get home before we both lost driving priveliges for six years, we told him as politely as we could that we had to leave...what is it? he asked, dont you believe I am a ghost?..watch...he put his head into the wall, then his arm and one leg...I had film in mycamera so I asked him if I could take a picture, and he agreed...In fact, we took quite a few with him posing in various ways to demonstrate that he was indeed a ghost...The next day we got so excited that we took the film to a one hour photo, retrieved the finished prints and raced home to show our parents who were pretty ticked at us, first for being late and then for trying to tell them we were late because we had seen a ghost...  We first went to my friends house to show his mother, and get him out of the dog house...she opened the envelope and looked at each of the 3x5 prints...raising her eyes and looking at us kinda funny. Finally after looking at all of them she got kinda angry...WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR some kinda FOOL...we looked at the pictures and they were just pictures of the WALL the ghost used to prove he was a ghost...no image of any ghost......I just didnt understand, where was the ghost?...she got really confrontational and said to us...HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS?...after a few minutes it came to me...I had to appeal to her believing side...well ma'am I offered...I think I know the answer...OK she said lets hear it..and it had better be GOOD!  Well, obviously, The spirit was willing but the Flash was weak...  On another occasion while attending College I used to have to walk up a hill to class...about midway up ten flights of stairs was a tunnel, about fifty feet long but well lit and very wide...it was abitterly cold morning when I followed a young coed up the stairs. I could see her breath as she nearly ran, ahead of me. As we entered the tunnel the wind gusted the below zero temperatures, and the cold went right thru me. She stopped for a second to adjust her books, and I approached her...WWWWOW I chattered, its SSSSSOOOO CCCCCOLD, have you ever sssssseen such bbbbbitter cccccold?......She looked at meseriously andsaid....  Hon, Many are Cold but FEW are Frozen....she then turned and hurried away...  Dont you just love it when people quote the Bible? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112742201972558972?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112742201972558972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112742201972558972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112742201972558972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112742201972558972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/ghost-story-bible-quotes.html' title='A Ghost Story &amp; Bible quotes...'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112740401623900619</id><published>2005-09-22T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T08:46:56.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hell...</title><content type='html'>I was bored as hell, so I figured I'd do this blogging stuff all out. I had this big-ass meal tonight. Soup, Steak, Ribs, Potatoes, Cake. Damn!, thats a lot a food! Anyway, I got this homerun derby tommorrow. Gotta go crush some baseballs! I must avenge myself for my poor showing last time, only three homers(in a softball field). I've been working at it, so they better watch out.  Peace until later... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112740401623900619?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112740401623900619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112740401623900619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112740401623900619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112740401623900619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-hell.html' title='What the Hell...'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112733536527039812</id><published>2005-09-21T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:42:45.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely flower</title><content type='html'>          Lonely Flower         Little Flower why do you look sad Life for you cannot be that bad But I guess in a way you are just like me Grounded to this earth and never free All alone you sit and you seem to cower You droop more and more every hour I suppose all things living have their ups and downs But our bodies shake it off with a frown When I look at you I can see tears But why do you cry you have no fears Is it because you feel all alone in this vast place? Even when you look around there never seems to be a friendly faceYes little flower I feel this way to But theres really nothing I can doWe will both have to get on with the life that we lead Just like every growing seedSo little flower wipe those tears from your eyes Theres really no need for you to cryI left the flower all alone outside Tomorrow I will see the puddle she has cried When I looked out of my window the next day The sad little flower seemed to have gone away  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112733536527039812?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112733536527039812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112733536527039812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112733536527039812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112733536527039812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/lonely-flower.html' title='lonely flower'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112731712524911110</id><published>2005-09-21T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T08:38:45.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy shiz</title><content type='html'>holy shiz my cali entry got cut short, holy mother!! that sux butt... Okay i am in love with Tim Burton he's my IDOL!!! My BIGGEST idol, and i'm gonna be first in line to see Corpse Bride on September 23rd, yes thats right SEPTEMBER 23RD mark your calanders!!! And in case ya'll dont know, Tim Burton is the director of Nightmare before Christmas and Willy Wanka, that man is a directing genious i swear it too you, i saw the trailer for Corpse Bride and it looks totally freaked out, i love scarry angst stuff!! So-- remember, thats september 23rd and make plans to go see it opening day!!BUT if the movie ends up stupid, that would be sad. If its stupid then i will burn it to the ground! HAHAHAA!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112731712524911110?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112731712524911110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112731712524911110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112731712524911110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112731712524911110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/holy-shiz.html' title='holy shiz'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112724850585126860</id><published>2005-09-20T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:35:05.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>()</title><content type='html'>()  &amp;quot;&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;L-O-V-E&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;??? &amp;quot;   &amp;quot; &amp;quot;  &amp;quot;  2            &amp;quot; &amp;quot;    &amp;quot;   &amp;quot;  .&amp;quot;   ..  ....    &amp;quot; ()     &amp;quot; &amp;quot;  &amp;quot;  &amp;quot; &amp;quot;...&amp;quot;   &amp;quot;...&amp;quot; &amp;quot;&amp;quot; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112724850585126860?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112724850585126860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112724850585126860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112724850585126860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112724850585126860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='()'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112723079132263132</id><published>2005-09-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:39:51.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten pound balls</title><content type='html'>I am so fucking sore... I swear that gym coach is trying to kill our asses form the bottom up so when she starts to chase us with her assault riffle we wont be able to run away...Damn...Today I got hit rite between the boobiess with a ten poundmedicine ball...I started coughing up stuff I didn't even know my body could produce. Then we had to do suicide drills. I kinda spaced out when she sed 'go' so I started last but my partner,sophia, and I were the first ones done...Anyway, The Third day of school and I'm already sick of those assholes. I mean I have alot of people in my classes that I go way back with (like Hannah, Sophia, Deshae...The list can go on for almost forever) They're cool and all, It's just those damn shitheades. Like I was saying in my last entry, they're all the same. Today there was this big ass group of guys talking about how they were all homophobic and they were saying all this shit... I wanted to go over there and slap the shit outta each and every one of them. It pissed me off because I bet none of them have ever gotten to really know a gay person. This, like the race issue, all goes back to stereotypes. Just because you hear something about a group of people doesn't make it true.( andpeople are people. It doesn't matter if you're white, black, latin, indian, asian, gay, bior strait. People are people and that is never ever going to change)And then instead of finding out for themselves they just assume... It's fucking amazing what people will beleive these days. If someone told them that cars ran on dog shit you'd see everyone holding their dogs asses up to their gas tanks... Anyways...After four days, I'm not so sure if I can do four more months in that class. Like I sed, I'd better loose some of that xtra baggage I've been haulin' around (not all just some) Thosebitches just need to whatch where they throw that damn medicine ball...  Friendly reminder: Don't even start to fuckin bitch to me if you dont even know what the fuck you're sayin...   Kyra  She's the angel on top of the tree. Sugarheart, here she comes, she's gonna fall on me. Innocence was her fire. We told the truth. I miss the sweet boys in the summer loving youth  Swing low, cherry cherry. Yeah, it's awful. He's drunk. He tastes like candy. He's so beautiful. He's so deep, like dirty water. God, he's awful. You're lost, oh, where's your daddy? It's so awful.   Hate, Hate your enemies Save, save your friends Find, find your place Speak, Speak the truth &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112723079132263132?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112723079132263132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112723079132263132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112723079132263132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112723079132263132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/ten-pound-balls.html' title='Ten pound balls'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112716292455457815</id><published>2005-09-19T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:48:46.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do, yet trapped in the computer room</title><content type='html'>Yes, I said trapped! I am in first hour, which is gifted, and i went into the library computer room. The Special Ed. teacher won't let me out! AHH!!! I am with Candi and Cassie. we are almost done with our Eight Grade filming, all we have left to do is Mrs. Cates. I am sooo bored. I have already done a physical education book report and a may calendar. Ten more minutes......ten more minutes.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112716292455457815?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112716292455457815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112716292455457815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112716292455457815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112716292455457815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-to-do-yet-trapped-in-computer.html' title='Nothing to do, yet trapped in the computer room'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112714435990405949</id><published>2005-09-19T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:39:21.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRISTA  IS A LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111113124rcfdv</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Well I'm babysitting tonight, yesterday I called Crista and she's all like yeah I can totally help you tomorrow night babysitting(tonight). So I just called her and she's all &amp;quot;sorry I can't cause Anthony (her cousin) is sleeping over.&amp;quot; It's like FINE WHATEVA JUST CANCEL PLANS TO CHILL WITH ANTHONY&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;!&amp;gt;!&amp;gt;!&amp;gt;!?!@lfjlksfad   lol. it's all good. I &amp;lt;3 Anthony. He rocks. But I'm still piiiszzzsed a bit at Crista.  Because nobody else can help me so I'll be all alone tonight, it's gonna be extremely boringggg  WEll IIIIIIIII'm gonna go.  Have a totally awesome evening, ya'll.  6 FooooKIN DAYS! -Kristin &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112714435990405949?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112714435990405949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112714435990405949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112714435990405949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112714435990405949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/crista-is-loser11111113124rcfdv.html' title='CRISTA  IS A LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111113124rcfdv'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112707549734520691</id><published>2005-09-18T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T13:31:39.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I miss you!</title><content type='html'>   Today, I miss you, my dear roommate, miss you so. Originating from a chatabout smoking friends, I start remembering everything from us, from our beautiful 10 minutes at the top floor of our dormitory. A whole year and a half, we talked to each other in another beautiful language besides ours, and we enjoyed the beautiful lives in collage -- we were so young that time, and we were so excited about what is around us, from the green grape trees between football pitch toattracting video games in computer rooms. At the top floor, wind was crazy, your long hair danced, our laughter danced.  I never forget those days, you remember? One day I was announced I could take part in the English Speech of our collage -- standing for computer institute, you were so glad for me, and I was too nervous to speak one word just like an ant falling into water because there would be some free talk in English during the speech. In order to make me feel easy, you suggested we went to the top floor to practise free talk. I agreed. So there was the longtime chat in English even after the speech. We talked about different topics, just a short 10 minutes at noontime, but those were the happiest period because a new habit was born. Besides that, we eated ice cream in winter, exchanged the experience of video games (what happened thatmy free topic of the speech is video games), you fellow told me sth aboutyour handsome teacher and the best method to sleep in class to let me know what was 'real collage life! Those were what I never forget. Maybe we were just common roommates, and unlike smoking friends, we did not need anything to make us feel free, the 10_minute chat was enough. Miss the ice cream in winter which made us trembling, miss the crazy wind on the top floor, miss the green scene we saw, miss the handsome boys we looked to, miss the 8 beds in our room, miss other sisters on the same ship, miss your no_end experience of how to become a real collage student, and miss you, miss you so! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112707549734520691?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112707549734520691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112707549734520691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112707549734520691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112707549734520691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/today-i-miss-you.html' title='Today, I miss you!'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112705799076670113</id><published>2005-09-18T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:39:52.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try My hand at some Photography</title><content type='html'>Last night I was at a party downtown, and was at the top of an apartment building with a nice view of the city, it was amazing. Well at this party therewas a guy that did some photography on the side, and wanted to take some pictures of the view, just with his digital camera. Now I had left my camera in the car, so I ran down to get it (God the elevators is this building were slow). Anyways, this guy gave me some pointers on how to take good pictures with just a digital camera, so I put his pointers to work.  Tell me what you think, they did not all turn out as good as I would have liked but they are good for me. Today we also stopped off at Benny &amp;amp; Fabean home, and I took some more pictures there. I have set up a photo album of pictures that I think are good, and I might start putting them up around the house. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112705799076670113?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112705799076670113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112705799076670113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112705799076670113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112705799076670113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/try-my-hand-at-some-photography.html' title='Try My hand at some Photography'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112698988315678014</id><published>2005-09-17T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:44:44.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrrrrr...stupid district.....</title><content type='html'>Grrr....... stupid district.... The bellevue school district is really dumb. they are trying to warp I.S. into something its not:normal. just take me for example. if you know me, you know that i am not normal, and at my school, i am not alone. well anyway, they are trying to forcibly move our fivorite teacher for only one reason: she spoke out against the district and how she doesn't like how the district is run. also she talked about how she prefered our old principle's (dion's) ways of doing things to tom's(current principle). and yes i know i am probably spelling principle wrong, but i am too mad to care. So Dr. Reiley isn't happy because she is being move for personal reasons and we are all trying to butt into his personal life, BUT HIS PERSONAL LIFE SCHOULDN'T INFLUENCE HIS JOB!!!!! please talk to your parents and get them to talk to their district rep.s(if you are in the bellevue school district) and get them to vote down Dr. reiley. he has been arround too long, and his pushing for near manditory AP is driving us all to failure. grr...... sorry... i really had to vent.  anyway. that's all i have to say. thankyoufor your time. there are some articles in the King County Journal about this. go to the archive at www.kingcountyjournal.com and search for international school. all of them should be rather recent. i especially liked Dr. Reiley's BS. anyway. that's all! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112698988315678014?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112698988315678014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112698988315678014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112698988315678014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112698988315678014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/grrrrrrrstupid-district.html' title='grrrrrrr...stupid district.....'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112697196826984689</id><published>2005-09-17T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T08:46:08.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fugly Duckling</title><content type='html'> The Fugly Duckling  Oncea very long time ago, there was a duckling, a duckling of 6 duckisters and duckothers. This ducklings name was erik kodmac, interesting name indeed, but remember a fugly name for a fugly duckling this all ties into the story. This duckling had a severe shmelting accident on the day of birth therefore the duckling had green legs and a slight bald spot that was only visible when the sun was facing south and hit the tip juuust right. Well...the duckling and its 6 isters and others and mother were strolling along in the pond one beautiful siren day when the duckling was approached by aicela and herpartner in crimeellehsim now aicela was a horny toad and her friend ellehsim was a hippo. The toad and the hippo noticed how fugly the duckling was and how green her legs were. &amp;quot;DAAAAMN!&amp;quot; said the hippo &amp;quot;WTF happened to you?!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;DAMN, SOMEONE FUCKED YOU UP!&amp;quot; commented the toad. Tears came to the ducklings eyes &amp;quot;Im the fugly duckling&amp;quot; &amp;quot;DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE!&amp;quot; they replied &amp;quot;They should punish you for being so fugly&amp;quot;. The hippo and toad went on their way and to the ducklings surprise SHE HAD BEEN STRANDED BY HER ISTERS AND OTHERS! &amp;quot;WAAAAAA&amp;quot; cried out the duckling &amp;quot;IF ONLYIWERENT SO GREEN, BALD AND UGLY! WAAAAAAA&amp;quot;.The next thing to happen was unpredictable! The duckling wondered into the darkest part of the pond where the voodoist alligator yentruoc lived. The alligator spotted the duckling &amp;quot;AHA! ALAST! FEASTING TIME!&amp;quot; the alligator snatched up the duckling &amp;quot;SHALAMAHYA SHALAMAHYA OOOGLAY DUUUUCKLAY FUGLY DUCKLY&amp;quot; the alligator chanted as the duckling was roasting in a south western spicy caujin sauce.The duck was about to meet her DOOM! The hippo and horny toad also arrived for this ceremony &amp;quot;FUGLY DUCK!&amp;quot; the hippo yelled, &amp;quot;OFF WITH HER LEGS&amp;quot; the toad added &amp;quot;OOOGLAY DUUUUCKLAY NO DESERVE TO LIIIIVAY!&amp;quot; and with that said in one clean swift sever to the knee cap the alligator ripped off the ducklings green legs as an appitizer REMEMBER YOU MUST EAT YOUR GREENS!!! ...And the rest was history! And NOW for the corny intro to the author... lol  **This wonderful and touching story was written by another good friend of mine, Mishelle, we've been through thick and thin... we've had many principal office visits together, and i have a feeling there will be more in the nearfuture. Stay &amp;quot;tuned&amp;quot; i guess, for more awesomely bad stories... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112697196826984689?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112697196826984689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112697196826984689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112697196826984689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112697196826984689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/fugly-duckling.html' title='The Fugly Duckling'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112690343589069233</id><published>2005-09-16T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T13:43:55.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA the Bigger picture- 18th May ,2005</title><content type='html'>Wow jus needed to laugh ... ever have that point of realization where things dawn upon you and all u wanna do/can dois laugh!?! ... hahah well yeah that jus happened to me ... and I real good ... I would say happy ... but i doh tink daz de word to describe it ...iz like dis -as the pieces come together in your mind and more and more things come to your attention ... you start to understand more and the big picture continues to come into view ... you see things u were blind to before ... and because of that blindness ... the big picture is real funny cuz u see things u didn't see before ... &amp;quot;inebriate of air am I&amp;quot; &amp;lt;---- daz how I feel! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112690343589069233?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112690343589069233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112690343589069233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112690343589069233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112690343589069233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha-bigger-picture-18th-may-2005.html' title='HAHA the Bigger picture- 18th May ,2005'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112688566602202026</id><published>2005-09-16T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:47:46.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.giovedi :D:D..</title><content type='html'>wee gente!!! che bello doam 1 ora di scuol aalle 9 e poi dalle 10 VACANZAAAAAAche bellooooooo poi lidooo :D hihihihi cazz sn mega felice, e la sera cn la mia maialina,giona fra etccc :D sn mega happy ora skippo,baciuzz ciau raga.. :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112688566602202026?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112688566602202026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112688566602202026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112688566602202026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112688566602202026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/giovedi-dd.html' title='.giovedi :D:D..'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112681665191378834</id><published>2005-09-15T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:37:31.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interrupted</title><content type='html'>I struggled through the entire day. A horrid sense of unrest and an unforgiving feeling of not belonging. I wanted to cry most of the day. I don't know why other than Jackie seems to be withdrawing more and more. I thought she might be angry with me, but it seems that she is not. I try to become invisible when people are angry with me. Kerstin says that it is due to the trauma that came with anger when I was a youngster. I need to find another way to deal with other people's feelings. I guess I should try to identify the cycle and see where I can break it, before I begin to feel unwanted and alone. Instead of trying to talk with Jackie about how she was feeling, I set her about to crocheting an afgahn. She has been asking me to teach her for the last several weeks. I think that she is struggling with Mark these days and needs something to keep her mind occupied. It sounds like he is treating her rather poorly and vice versa.   I finished my book, Girl Interrupted by Suzanna Kaysen. What a good book. No where as intense as the movie and other than the names of the character, nothing else is the same. It is presented in a rather flat way, but and easy read. I don't know if I would recommend it to anyone, but it was a gentle break from the SO books that I read so often. I sometimes look at Jackie as 'interrupted'...I suppose anyone whe has experienced a traumatic experience can be considered 'interrupted.' Jackie tries so hard to be tough and self reliant, but she struggles everyday just as I do. I worry for her. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112681665191378834?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112681665191378834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112681665191378834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112681665191378834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112681665191378834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/interrupted.html' title='Interrupted'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112681440864692748</id><published>2005-09-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T13:00:09.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister</title><content type='html'>My sister turned 39 today. She just had her 2nd baby on August 5. This is her 2nd delivery but not her second pregnancy. She has had a several miscarriages so its great that everything worked out for her this time and little Hailey is here safe and sound.She also has 6 step-children.  Well we have gone a couple of days without anyone getting injured, so that is good. There has been some progress with the village by us. Some weapons and some insurgents are found. We are having fun trying to keep all of the different vehicles in workin order for us to go outside the wire. Well thats it for today, Happy Birthday to Tammy! She says I ruined her 7th birthday. 7 years and 2 days apart. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112681440864692748?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112681440864692748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112681440864692748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112681440864692748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112681440864692748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-sister.html' title='My sister'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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-16008100.post-112679871222813823</id><published>2005-09-15T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T08:38:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a job...and some other stuff</title><content type='html'>so i feel like a little kid again.  i wake up on the floor, sit around.....don't have anything to do. maybe its not little kid, maybe its &amp;quot;i have no idea what i'm doing&amp;quot; syndrome. i kid you not i havent' done anything in nearly three days, nor have i eaten anything because i don't feel the need to waste the carbohydrates on lazyniss. so i discovered the wonderful yet painful somehting......i have nothing to write about.....okay here's the thing...i miss my friends in a sort of not miss anyone sort of way...i spend lots of time sitting in someone elses house thinking of what i could or maybe be doing. sitting here, i just kinda dream about stuff, what sort of job i could have, the magicians nephew, food, excercizing, homosexuality, death, God, friends, christofori's dream, my dream, college, what the fuck am i doing? but not really, then i just know i'm not supposed to know, in a sick, sad, faith sort of way. wow...i'm hungry for milk, chris doesn't drink milk....i want lots of money, no rent, a new car, less of a complete feeling of hopeless ness and the ability to actually have any form of relationship without hurting someone  have you ever had the feeling you just mess with people's minds when really you know they are messing with yours? i've always had the ability to just make people be my friend, when really, i think everyone pretends to be, or something and then when they are hurt because of my overpowering self worth arh, i have no idea what i want to say....maybe its just that i miss stuff, even though i'm heartless....i guess freedom is cool. i want to be at college with some of my friends...i want to move to scotland....why can everyone else do there thing? i have to do someone else's. NO, i have to choose to do someone elses. that makes me feel horribly useless yet all important all at once. the thing is, im doing this for myself truely and not another person....yet i feel weird like i'm seperated from all human life.....cuz i am................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16008100-112679871222813823?l=johnedithnotes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/feeds/112679871222813823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16008100&amp;postID=112679871222813823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112679871222813823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16008100/posts/default/112679871222813823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnedithnotes.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-need-joband-some-other-stuff.html' title='i need a job...and some other stuff'/><author><name>John Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07418786436795758144</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>
