<?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-10200845</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:41:43.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigmatic World</title><subtitle type='html'>random thoughts, some meaningful, some not so much from a mind of "applied and computational mathematics"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10200845.post-3130501289381636523</id><published>2010-06-14T01:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:38:00.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Working/living in Italy</title><content type='html'>So i'm using my other blog on here to let people stay up to date on all my happenings while working in Bologna, Italy.  Ok, well maybe not all of my happenings, but at least the key events :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The address of my other blog is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dsaussieexperience.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.dsaussieexperience.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;***i created my other blog to keep family/friends up to date on my study abroad experience back in '05 hence the url***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-3130501289381636523?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/3130501289381636523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=3130501289381636523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/3130501289381636523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/3130501289381636523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2010/06/workingliving-in-italy.html' title='Working/living in Italy'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-8374853893518906703</id><published>2009-05-31T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:10:44.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality quiz</title><content type='html'>so i took a little&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/"&gt; color personality quiz&lt;/a&gt; earlier this week that involved selecting colors in the order that made me "happy".  the results i think i kinda interesting and pretty true for me i think, at least for the current point in my life.  altho i'm not too sure about the arrogance part, but nobody ever thinks they're arrogant, so yeah :-P  then again the results are still kinda broad just like daily horoscopes, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Existing Situation&lt;br /&gt;-Is sensitive and easily influenced by other's thoughts and emotions.  Looking for friendly, easy-going relationships and jobs that help develop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Stress Sources&lt;br /&gt;-Feels empty and isolated from others and wishes to overcome this feeling.  Believes life has more to offer him than what he has experienced thus far, and doesn't want to miss out on anything.  He pursues all his goals and dreams, fearful than any missed opportunity will cause him to miss out on even more.  Quickly becomes an expert in any field he pursues and can sometimes come off as overbearing and nosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Restrained Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;-Current events leave him feeling forced into compromise in order to avoid being cut off from affection or future cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;-Stuggles to make his demands clear, but feels ignored.  Feels resentful, but acts as if he doesn't care, doing what is necessary to keep peace.&lt;br /&gt;-Feels trapped in a helpless situation and is desperately seeking relief.  He is able to find pleasure and happiness in sexual activity, as long as there is not a lot of conflict or emotional difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;-His arrogance causes him to take offense quickly.  Only those closest to him know deep down he is sensitive and sentimental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Desired Objective&lt;br /&gt;-Looking for a loving relationship, which brings happiness and contentment.  Brings emotional excitement to the relationship.  Helpful and willing to give as much as he takes, and requires the same sort of giving relationship from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Actual Problem&lt;br /&gt;-Needs to find a stable and peaceful environment which will free him of the worries that are preventing him from achieving the things he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Actual Problem #2&lt;br /&gt;-Prefers to be left in peace and avoids arguments, confrontation, and conflicts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8374853893518906703?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8374853893518906703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=8374853893518906703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8374853893518906703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8374853893518906703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2009/05/personality-quiz.html' title='Personality quiz'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-1898319518695747044</id><published>2009-04-08T19:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:55:15.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>revelations (of a sort)</title><content type='html'>So i'm not really sure how this post is going to end up.  I just know it's going to me being open, letting my fingers type the thoughts inside my head, while hoping its coherent and makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start with  i know i'm not the only person that thinks about what is going to be revealed here, but for the purpose of why i'm typing what i am, i am going to be assuming that i am quite rare in my feelings, beliefs, desires, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 6 months (or maybe even year or even longer, i'm not sure of the time frame exactly) i've been trying to find and figure out my place in a community of which i am a part of.  Part of me knows i should not worry so much about it, as the specific community is not my life, it is just a small portion of who i am as a whole.  Many things are disheartening about the community, at least the parts that i've witnessed.  I could make a list of them, but there'd really be no point in doing that.  Creating a list will not make those things go away, or even solve them.  If by chance you do want a list, let me know and i'll make one for you.  You will probably figure out a couple of the items i find disheartening by just reading on if you choose to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....continuing on....some of the things i find disheartening, it seems that not many others feel the same way about them.  it also seems that when i mention how i feel about them to others, i get the feeling that i have to justify myself about my beliefs and such, making me feel even more like an outsider than i already do.  maybe it's just that i haven't been able to find similar minded people as i'm looking in all the wrong places.  i never thought looking for similar minded people participating in activities that i enjoy (ie volleyball, swimming, etc) would be as difficult as its been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't believe that every action a person does is related to sex.  i don't assume that if a person has "activity partner" on their online profile under the section of what they're looking for on the site as meaning sexual activity partner.  i take it as they're looking for someone who likes to do the same things (ie hiking, running, etc)they do.  i do not play volleyball or swim in order to hook up.  i do not go out to hook up.  when i go out, i go out with friends and when i go home, i go home with the same friends.  for a month or 2, i went out, as i wanted to be wanted.  i got the feeling of being wanted, by "showing off" by dancing shirtless at one of the clubs.  i have not done that in several months now.  by acting like that, i was not getting what i truely wanted.  yes, i was wanted, but i felt as if i was only wanted for how i look, which actually made me feel like an object instead of an actual person.  needless to say, i no longer want to participate in that scene.  not saying i won't go dancing every once in a while, but when i do, i am going to go with friends and have fun (while keeping clothes on :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from many of the things i've seen/experienced over the past several months i have been cutting myself off from many things and people.  actually in general i've been becoming emotionless, except for anger, agitation, aggrevation, and other similar feelings.  this has made me realize that i am heading in a direction i never thought i would go.  thus i am going to try and make the changes in my life in order to do a 180 and get back to the person i know i am.  i foresee myself staying a bit cutoff for a bit longer, but that is so i can spend some time in deep thought figuring out the necessary steps/changes i need to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(something that would be great is if you read this, you somehow let me know you did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the changes i know i need to do (and have known for a very long time) is to stop keeping things bottled up.  hence this blog entry is a result.  i will try to make myself let others know when they do things that annoy me or that i just don't agree with.  this means i can't be as passive and will probably end up angering others in the process, but so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another change i need to make runs parallel with the prior item.  i need to take a stand for myself and what i believe, feel,  want, etc and not compromise the issues that are most important to me.  the main one being the correlation between emotion and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, that's all i can think of saying, ranting, etc.  hopefully in a weeks time or so you'll be seeing a more enthused me :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1898319518695747044?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/1898319518695747044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=1898319518695747044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1898319518695747044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1898319518695747044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2009/04/revelations-of-sort.html' title='revelations (of a sort)'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-1227602698525672596</id><published>2009-03-05T21:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:00:56.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 25 Songs</title><content type='html'>So here's a topic that more or less says more about me in a round about way.  Listed below are the top 25 songs according to how many times they've been played on my computer through iTunes out of the 2101 songs i have (at least in my iTunes library as theres many songs on my comp i don't have in that specific library).  I haven't connected my iPods to my computer in a while so there might be a few differences, especially the ones towards the bottom of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Face Down&lt;/span&gt; by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;2.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is Who We Are&lt;/span&gt; by Hawthorne Heights&lt;br /&gt;3.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becoming a Monster&lt;/span&gt; by Self Against City&lt;br /&gt;4.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn Regret&lt;/span&gt; by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;5.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventeen Ain't So Sweet&lt;/span&gt; by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;6.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sick or Sane (Fifty For a Twenty)&lt;/span&gt; by Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;7.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breathing in Sequence&lt;/span&gt; by Hawthorne Heights&lt;br /&gt;8.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still Searching&lt;/span&gt; by Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;9.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows&lt;/span&gt; by Brand New&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up Against the Wall&lt;/span&gt; by Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;11.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atrophy &lt;/span&gt;by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;12.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Great Escape &lt;/span&gt;by Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;13.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't Be Saved&lt;/span&gt; by Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;14.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;False Pretense&lt;/span&gt; by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;15.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Eight Seven&lt;/span&gt; by Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;16.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seventy Times Seven&lt;/span&gt; by Brand New&lt;br /&gt;17.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Girl, I'm a Blur&lt;/span&gt; by Say Anything&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stroke of Luck&lt;/span&gt; by Self Against City&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No Subject (Come With Me)&lt;/span&gt; by Cartel&lt;br /&gt;20.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Kissed a Boy Remix 2 &lt;/span&gt;by Chris Salvatore&lt;br /&gt;21.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jasey Rae&lt;/span&gt; by All Time Low&lt;br /&gt;22.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five Minutes to Midnight&lt;/span&gt; by Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;23.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the Strong Won't Survive&lt;/span&gt; by Self Against City&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Little Secret&lt;/span&gt; by All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a Drink&lt;/span&gt; by Quiet Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some songs i'm surprised aren't on the above list include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe Misery&lt;/span&gt; by Quietdrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voice in the Dark&lt;/span&gt;  by Autopilot Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make a Sound &lt;/span&gt;by Autopilot Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Failure by Design&lt;/span&gt; by Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Georgia&lt;/span&gt; by Cartel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly &lt;/span&gt;by Cartel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fight&lt;/span&gt; by Classic Crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking it All Back&lt;/span&gt; by Count the Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going Under&lt;/span&gt; by Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me" &lt;/span&gt;by Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yule Shoot Your Eye Out &lt;/span&gt;by Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tearjerker&lt;/span&gt; by Fenix TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fed Up&lt;/span&gt; by Gob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's Gonna Break Soon&lt;/span&gt; by Less Than Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Mannequin Can Dance&lt;/span&gt; by Matchbook Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Greatest Fall of All Time&lt;/span&gt; by Matchbook Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuct Up Kid&lt;/span&gt; by Mest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Not Okay (I Promise)&lt;/span&gt; by My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walkin' Alone&lt;/span&gt; by Never Heard of It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camisado&lt;/span&gt; by Panic! At the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Lie Awake&lt;/span&gt; by Quietdrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let It Enfold You &lt;/span&gt;by Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloody Romance&lt;/span&gt; by Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Tradition&lt;/span&gt; by Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Priest and the Matador &lt;/span&gt;by Senses Fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blackout&lt;/span&gt; by Senses Fail &lt;br /&gt;(plus many more Senses Fail songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ides of March&lt;/span&gt; by Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smashed into Pieces&lt;/span&gt; by Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If You C Jordan&lt;/span&gt; by Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Against the World&lt;/span&gt; by Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Loved the Way She Said "L.A"&lt;/span&gt; by Spitalfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Non-Toxic&lt;/span&gt; by SR-71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best of Me&lt;/span&gt; by The Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Ride&lt;/span&gt; by The Starting Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and there's many more, but my attention span is rather small right now (actually surprised i actually got to the S's in my library :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question now is what do the songs say about me???  (feel free to respond :-P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1227602698525672596?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/1227602698525672596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=1227602698525672596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1227602698525672596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1227602698525672596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-25-songs.html' title='Top 25 Songs'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-6232216765274587834</id><published>2009-02-23T17:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:18:36.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Known Facts</title><content type='html'>Well i saw this on a friends blog a while ago and thought it was a good idea.  Since i haven't blogged in a while i figured, heck why not, especially since i have some free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some known facts about yours truly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don't take compliments very well (would almost rather people didn't give me any, especially when it comes to physical attributes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I take criticism even worse than i take compliments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm competitive in most everything i do and feel i need to be better than average at it, altho i couldn't tell you the actual score of a game i played an hour or so after (i might be able to remember if we won or lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I don't like being in the spotlight, even on the extremely rare case that i think i deserve it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I believe i'm non-materialistic (i do own a lot of movies, but that's more for entertaining others and myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I don't like answering phone calls (more so when i don't know the number that's calling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I put others needs and feelings ahead of my own (which is one thing i'm trying to work on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  I love to travel, or to just go sit and observe people in their daily lives or interacting with others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I'm what i call messy organized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I like to sit on the floor (which is how my computer is set up right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  I don't listen to the radio, read the paper, or watch the news because i don't like hearing of all the things that are wrong in the world as there are so many positive things to focus on instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  People who don't accept that people have different points of views and opinions annoy me, especially when they try to force their views and opinions on others (its as simple as agreeing to disagree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I thoroughly enjoy thunderstorms and would be on a hill top watching them if it was safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  I try to not assume anything about things, especially people, as when you assume it makes an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on, but i need to be getting ready for volleyball.  however i will try to add more when i have a bit more free time and feel like typing :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-6232216765274587834?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/6232216765274587834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=6232216765274587834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6232216765274587834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6232216765274587834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2009/02/known-facts.html' title='Known Facts'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-6494518299448517462</id><published>2008-12-03T18:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:44:24.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis the season of likes and dislikes</title><content type='html'>well it's definitely that time of the year when everywhere you look there's an advertisement trying to sell you something to make someone you know/care about happy.  now i don't really want to sound like a scrooge, but i don't really care too much for this time of year.  well, let me rephrase that; i don't like this time of the year that all the stores have created.   it'll probably be easier to just make a list of the likes and dislikes of this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likes:&lt;br /&gt;-the food (why can't it be made at other times throughout the year???)&lt;br /&gt;-spending time with people i care about&lt;br /&gt;-people are slightly nicer (but also see dislikes)&lt;br /&gt;-people watching; people trying to carry more bags than they should is kinda funny, not to mention the crazy serious shoppers are too (altho they're also kinda scary)&lt;br /&gt;-hot chocolate with marshmallows (and kahlua :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dislikes:&lt;br /&gt;-how you have to buy someone a gift to show you care, and according to the stores, the more expensive the purchase, the more you care (hence people getting trampled on Black Friday).  similarly, that if you don't get a lot of gifts then nobody supposedly cares about you.&lt;br /&gt;-that it's the season for benevolence; why can't people be benevolent throughout the year? or why do people want you to give more at this time of the year than at any other?&lt;br /&gt;-houses that look like you can see them from space due to the xmas lights (especially when they've been up since october)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm sure there's probably more things i could list, but for now i'm sure you can see what my likes and dislikes tend to be.  the dislikes being those associated with physical objects or material items, and the likes dealing with things that inanimate/immaterial/etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-6494518299448517462?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/6494518299448517462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=6494518299448517462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6494518299448517462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6494518299448517462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-of-likes-and-dislikes.html' title='&apos;tis the season of likes and dislikes'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-8556158986501758537</id><published>2008-11-19T19:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:29:33.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rain, rain, go away</title><content type='html'>when it rains it pours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anybody else really have that feeling that there can never be just "bad" thing to happen, there has to be multiple "bad" things that occur around the same time.  (bad is in quotes because i firmly agree with the quote "for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." - shakespeare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could it be part of a person's mindset of thinking "what else can go wrong" that something will end up going wrong.  then you have to wonder if the events are independent of each other or not, or if somehow the one event had in some mysterious way influenced the results of the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in general i don't really think that "bad" events have influence on each other.  that is unless they are directly related.  i was trying to think of an example, but my mind doesnt really wanna work all that much.  anyways, i hope you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the positive thing of so called bad things happening is that you know when something "good" occurs.  without the bad you would not know the good (i'm pretty sure there's a quote somewhere that basically says that too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides with all the water there is in a downpour it makes all the plants nice and green afterwards.  that is if the downpour doesn't completely flood and kill everything :-P  yes that is kinda morbid, but it's also the weird mood i'm in right now and anything that makes me smile or snicker is worth every bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll have a more entertaining post in the near future.  on might be the tattoos co-workers were talking about wanting to get and the tattoos of other math/engineer people they know, which will make some of you hit your head and think "what nerds" :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8556158986501758537?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8556158986501758537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>scared</title><content type='html'>this might be a bit more descriptive than the previous post, but it will still be kinda vague as i'm not going to reveal everything in my life online.  only a select few get to know those details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, as the title says, i am scared.  i am scared that i'm becoming someone i really don't want to.  i'm scared that altho i feel i have strong morals i won't be able to hold on to them when i should the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in part of the cultural to which i live, it is ok and considered more or less innocent to hook up with someone and play (and yes i'm referring to sexually) whenever you feel the need.  i'm scared i will begin to think/believe this eventho for me i want and had always anything sexual mean something more than just something physical.  this scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after learning some other aspects of people in my life, and some of the events in their lives, and the troubles that arise from them, makes me think that i might be just like them.  this scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing some of the things i've done when i did and didn't necessarily have the best thinking capability, makes me think i'm not too far off.  this really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure where else i was going to go with this as right now i am in a much better mood than i was when i started this entry earlier today.  i am still scared of what i've typed, but the severity of the fear has declined to a manageable level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-6395247013669046445?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/6395247013669046445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=6395247013669046445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6395247013669046445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6395247013669046445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/11/scared.html' title='scared'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-6256480165294015305</id><published>2008-11-09T14:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:33:27.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally a free weekend :-) and :-(</title><content type='html'>it's finally happened, that i have an actual free weekend.  there's  no moving, no organizing/putting stuff away, no nothing.  ok, i do have one thing i need to do today and that is to play indoor soccer, but that isn't until 10pm (so glad there's coffee and free donuts at work on mondays :-P).  having a free weekend has meant that i've been able to sleep as much as i want as i don't have anything i need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm not sure i really like the lack of things to do.  it's making it so i have more time to think about what is going on in my life, and at the moment i don't want to be thinking about those things.  i would much rather have something occupying/distracting my mind, especially because i was actually dreaming about what i would prefer to not think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's probably better to try and solve the problems i perceive in my mind as soon as possible as opposed to later, but i just don't want to.  i also  know that altho i'm trying not to think about certain problems or issues i really am and it will just take time for me come to a conclusion/solution and then to become carefree again (and i don't mean the act of carefree when i'm around people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, this turned into such a downer of a post when hadn't intended for it to be.  such is life i guess, just have to take the bad with the good, and keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will end on a much brighter note tho.  like i said i do have an indoor game tonight which i'm rather excited about.  am kinda scared i won't be able to move tomorrow at work since i haven't done any running since i started work, but playing again should be fun.  hopefully they'll need a sub again in weeks to come.  actually i'm kinda hoping that someone at my work takes the initiative and creates an indoor team that's mostly co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that i think i'm going to go find some food, since  the only thing i've had since eating friday night has been nachos from qdoba.  laters all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-6256480165294015305?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/6256480165294015305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=6256480165294015305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6256480165294015305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6256480165294015305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-free-weekend-and.html' title='finally a free weekend :-) and :-('/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-6916779877954742818</id><published>2008-10-20T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:59:04.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>hmmm...maybe i should check to see what i've written in past posts so i don't repeat myself, oh well :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-6916779877954742818?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/6916779877954742818/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>moving and work</title><content type='html'>well i suppose it's about time for an update, and there's a lot to update everyone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first being that i'm going to be moving from my mom's basement to sharing my aunt and uncles house with my cousins.  i currently have probably 2/3 of my stuff there and the remaining stuff here (at my moms).  i should probably try to have it all moved by the end of this week, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another big update is that i started work a week ago (the 13th).  so far i like what i'm doing (more-or-less) and the environment that i work.  what i do is testing the hardware and software in electronic gaming machines, as which i had to initial a line in the 17-page form that i took in on my 1st day that i "shall not gamble upon any electronic gaming device in any jurisdiction in the world".  good thing i'm not really one to gamble.  when i mentioned this to one of my aunts, her first response was if it mentioned anything about family being allowed to gamble, which she was relieved to hear that there wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some other things at work that i find that are rather amusing or that i just simply like:&lt;br /&gt;1.  my cubicle is slightly less space than my dorm room (floor space that is, but my memories could be skewed as well, either way you get the idea)&lt;br /&gt;2.  on mondays there are free donuts and/or bagels&lt;br /&gt;3.  there's free coffee, which includes regular and strong, but no decaf.  (this is not helping me keep my caffeine intake low)&lt;br /&gt;4.  i've already been invited to 2 halloween parties, one of which is saturday and involves a party bus.  (i'm wondering if i should have a different costume for each party or not).&lt;br /&gt;5.  there is a costume and jack-o-lantern competition at work on halloween.  (which means i may need 3 diff costumes this year depending on if i decide to wear the same one to the parties).&lt;br /&gt;6.  i'd estimate the average age &lt; 35&lt;br /&gt;7.  people play cards or board games during lunch (i actually played pinochle today with some of the supervisors/managers)&lt;br /&gt;8.  the dress code is business casual, but the engineers are allowed to wear jeans.  (my title is test engineer so i get to wear jeans :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure there's some more things, but i'm starting to get tired and i think i'm still adjusting to the 8-5 schedule and all it entails with waking up early enough to "drive" in rush hour and still make it to work on time.  so for now that's it.  i should have some fun stories as i discover things at work, or at the least from the halloween parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1633929446990258527?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/1633929446990258527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=1633929446990258527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the last couple of weeks.  at least nothing drastic comes to mind.  just been playing volleyball about 3 times a week and trying to keep myself from spending my first paycheck before i get it.  i've discovered i'm not all that great at staying on a set budget, altho lucky for me i set my budget rather low so that if i do go over it i'm still (in a way) within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of paychecks, i really can't wait to actually start work next monday.  it will give me something to do with my time during the days.  also the dress is business casual, but the engineers are allowed to wear jeans.  i'm hoping that includes me since my title is Test Engineer :-P i still have to fully fill out a 17 page form to take in on my first day.  things on the form include everywhere i've lived in the last 10 years which is rather lengthy since i basically moved twice a year.  another interesting thing on it which i shouldn't have a hard time following is that as an employee of the company i won't be able to use any electronic gambling machine anywhere in the world.  for all those thinking of asking/saying "so you can tell us how to win," there is no way i will jeopardize my employment and have gotten kinda tired of people asking that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start working, i think i should move into my cousins (well technically it's my aunt and uncles house) place so that i don't have to move things after i get off work or during the weekends as i'm sure i'll be wanting to do other things.  oh yeah, i guess that's one things that's new.  my mom will be renting her house to people she knows the beginning of november because she got a new job and is moving to cheyenne.  there's a lot more to that story, but that's all i'm going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....what else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i'm heading to rapid city, which i find kinda strange.  when i moved down i basically had no desire to ever go back.  since getting the job offer tho, and it being M-day and whatnot i want to go back and see friends where this is there last semester/year.  plus my aunt is happy as now she doesn't have to put her cats in a kennel as she was heading out of town this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think that basically brings everything up to date.  i hope to have some fun stories once i start working, especially if people wear costumes at work on halloween :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til then, laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-2541161816692776302?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/2541161816692776302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=2541161816692776302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/2541161816692776302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/2541161816692776302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-1066587293869241237</id><published>2008-09-17T19:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:44:13.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good week</title><content type='html'>so this has been a good week, overall, and it's only wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it really started at the end of last week.  on saturday, i had gone to Boulder to listen to a friend be a support singer for one of her friends, and to enjoy the festivities that were going on.  I heard some really good music, that i normally wouldn't listen to.  what made the music even better was listening to it while in a cafe.  i am definately a fan of most of the people that played and sang.  I definitely recommend "The Monkey Song" and "At the Cafe" by Ryan Mintz.  he also has a couple other good songs that i found online after seeing him live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, was a nice day in which a picnic (of sorts) and volleyball was played in a park in Denver.  then there was a bbq at home when i returned.  so it was a day full of fun and good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, i had the most interesting interview i could have imagined.  it was an analytical interview, which involved getting 3 monks and 3 cannibals from one side of the river to another (with some rules involved), doors that lead to freedom or certain death, and a scale that costs $10,000 for each time it was used.  definitely wasn't the typical interview.  i then got called a couple hours after i had left to ask if i was still interested and they wanted to bring me in for a 2nd interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and also met up with friends and caught up over some rather good thai/indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was a little less eventful, but was fun as there was volleyball at night.  we ended up winning 2 and losing 2, but it was still fun as it was competitive, but not too competitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was just totally amazing because i called the company back that i had interviewed with last week (they had left a message on tuesday about they wanted to talk about my interview and position) and they offered me a job!  this just made my day completely as it's the 1st job offer of since graduating.  my excitement made it rather hard for me to calm down enough to go to the 2nd interview for the other company.  of which i think went ok, not great, but not horrible either.  then again, i thought i didn't do all that well in the interview with the other company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i should hear back from the one company tomorrow either way and then i may or may not have some decisions to make.  the location of both of them really won't be an issue as they are both in Golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my tummy is grumbling so i think i should go find some food.  i also foresee a bit of celebration occuring later on the week and/or weekend.  maybe friday since it's "international talk like a pirate day" or who knows.  but yeah...off to find some food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1066587293869241237?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/1066587293869241237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=1066587293869241237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1066587293869241237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1066587293869241237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-week.html' title='good week'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-5924347510185156464</id><published>2008-09-11T16:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T17:05:41.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>masks</title><content type='html'>below is a poem i like. i know that it was originally written for a specific group of people (at least i think that's what i was told in class), but i think that it can be applied to anybody regardless of the numerous sub-groups society puts us into. to me it show's a common feature everybody shares, but nobody ever really talks about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*note: the "We wear the mask" parts are suppose to be indented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Wear the Mask&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;by: Paul Laurence Dunbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wear the mask that grins and lies&lt;br /&gt;It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, -&lt;br /&gt;This debt we pay to human guile;&lt;br /&gt;With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,&lt;br /&gt;And mouth with myriad subtleties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should the world be overwise,&lt;br /&gt;In counting all our tears and sighs?&lt;br /&gt;Nay, let them only see us, while&lt;br /&gt;We wear the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries&lt;br /&gt;To thee from tortured souls arise.&lt;br /&gt;We sing, but oh the clay is vile&lt;br /&gt;Beneath our feet, and long the mile;&lt;br /&gt;But let the world dream otherwise,&lt;br /&gt;We wear the mask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to : "Lucky" by Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;(yes, that is what i'm listening to, it's just the mood i'm in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-5924347510185156464?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/5924347510185156464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=5924347510185156464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/5924347510185156464'/><link rel='self' 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hoping it's effects and not affects).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm not in any way, shape, or form and expert in english (especially the grammar part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i have a couple shirts in my closet that i shouldn't wear out to bars and such as they give people wrong assumptions. one being my shirt that says "Single", which is pretty easy to figure out why, but i just like the shirt because i think it's funny. when i wear it, i am not advertising myself. another shirt is a "Mountain Dew" one. when i wear it, i &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; mean 'mount and do" me!! i wear the shirt because for 1: i used to drink a lot of mountain dew and 2: it's green and goes with my eyes :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i always enjoy places that i'm not currently living, which i'm assuming is due to the feeling of it being new and exciting (ie this past weekend i visited friends in DC and am now thinking of looking for jobs there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. it's fun to sneak into career fairs at different colleges :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i let what others want influence what i really want. i believe this is mostly due to the fact that i am a people pleaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i'm scared that i'll never have the guts to stand up to someone for what i firmly believe/feel. (this really isn't a recent acknowledgement, but just something i've never let known, altho some of you may have noticed i never stood up to someone before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i've never really thought about the so called 'type' of people i like or whatnot. (in doing so wouldn't that be stereotyping???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i'm not alone in many things i think and feel. partly from meeting people, but also from Post Secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i unconsciously flirt with people, or maybe people think i flirt because i actually pay attention to what they say, i dunno (so would that count as a realization then???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. when i'm not sure about something when typing or texting i always use ??? at the end, but never use ?? or ????, it's always ???. also, if i'm using exclamations and question marks it's either !?! or ?!? depending on if i'm more excited or confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure there are more things that i've recently realized, but nothing else is really coming to mind. oh well, not like it's all that important. at least i don't think it is because, well, this is just a blog for fun and/or to vent every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, i'll think i'll bring this entry to an end. laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-6084388816208450580?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/6084388816208450580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=6084388816208450580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6084388816208450580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6084388816208450580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/09/recent-realizations.html' title='recent realizations'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-5432563479910994191</id><published>2008-08-07T04:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T04:55:55.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wee hours reflection</title><content type='html'>it's rather strange how much self-reflection can get done when wakes up for some odd reason around 2:30-3am for several days in a row.  part of me thinks that i'm waking up simply because my body is rested and doesn't need sleep anymore, which could be true since the last couple nights i have gone to bed earlier then i had been.  add in that i don't really do anything all too strenuous throughout the day and i have a body that doesn't need much rest (right???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the reflection that goes on at the wee hours of the morning also makes me think/feel otherwise.  the reflection of "what am i doing with my life?"  "will i be able to find a job?"  "what if i don't get a job simply because my gpa wasn't a 3.0?" and even "will i ever run into that special someone or have i already?" amongst other questions (some of which are too private for a blog :-P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one i try not to worry too much about, as i think that once i get some of the other things figured out and have started my life, having an actual routine and all, that i will meet that someone.  or who knows, maybe i already do know who that someone is.  i know that there's still someone i think a lot about, but for anything to happen the 2 of us would at least need to be on the same continent.  (those of you that know me, can probably guess who that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all the other questions, the only real solution is time.  i know i just need to keep looking for jobs here in denver and many other locations and my questions will get answered.  hopefully they're answered in a positive way, which i try to believe it will, as i go with the whole karma thing.  that is that thinking positive, in turn does bring positive things into your life.  if nothing else, thinking positive will give the self assurance needed in an interview for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or now an even simpler reason of why i'm waking up so early is insomnia.  actually that can be rather complex if you try to go into the reasons for insomnia.  then again, maybe not.  i do know (at least i think i do) that some insomnia is just caused by stress, which is kinda like what the previous questions i've stated do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that i've just gone in a complete circle with my reasoning, i think i should end this now.  laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-5432563479910994191?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/5432563479910994191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=5432563479910994191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/5432563479910994191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/5432563479910994191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/08/wee-hours-reflection.html' title='wee hours reflection'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-5601559739271414286</id><published>2008-08-05T23:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:25:23.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more song lyrics</title><content type='html'>so these lyrics are from the song "Another Beautiful Day" from the Latter Days soundtrack (like i said it's one of my favorite movies now).  if you want the music video for it here's a link  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebnBgI7mcNA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebnBgI7mcNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you were just a child of eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were taught you were not to deviate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only one way to heaven but half a million ways to fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well we can alienate the strange and the odd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we're one nation under God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He might love me but you're his favourite of all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's another beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's another beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's another beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the land of the free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can hate the Jews and the blacks and the fags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As long as we pray and salute the flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And fall on our knees to a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus who looks just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's another beautiful day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's another beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;It's another beautiful day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the land of the free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They blessed your soul and told you to travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dressed in polyester for a God made of gravel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your a man on a mission I wish you could save &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's another beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's another beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's another beautiful day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the land of the free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;other good songs in the movie are "Tuesday, 3am" and "More".  the tuesday one is kind of a sad one, but still a good heart-felt song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-5601559739271414286?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/5601559739271414286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=5601559739271414286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/5601559739271414286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/5601559739271414286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-song-lyrics.html' title='more song lyrics'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-999642522988999865</id><published>2008-08-05T16:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:31:13.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>job searching</title><content type='html'>so i've been searching for jobs, but its really hard to search when i don't even know the title of jobs i should be searching for that my degree will help me to get.  i've just been searching for analyst jobs.  every now and then i see one that i think looks interesting, but it says you need a business or accounting degree.  i'm pretty sure i could still accomplish those jobs because well, once you have proven calculus, the actual application of math (especially with just simple addition, subtraction, and multiplication) i believe is rather easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have applied for several jobs online, so now i just sit and wait to hear back.  while i wait i know i should also be continuing my search, but like i said i don't know what job titles to really look for.  i think i still have a couple of networkings (not even sure if that's a word or not) that i haven't tapped into, but will wait a bit more before i use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that has popped into my mind is during my searching and such is from someone's response to a question of how to get a job as they have an engineering degree but haven't found a job in over a year.  the response basically was that engineering and science degrees are usually very specific in what is taught, while other degrees such as business, marketing, etc can be used by any and all companies.  to think i thought i was going with a general degree :-P  nah i know it takes time to find a job once graduating, especially if you're not near the top of your class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that i think i'll bring this to a close.  altho if anyone out there knows of a company (or simply a job title) looking for someone with a BS in applied and computational mathematics , feel free to leave a message :-P  laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-999642522988999865?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/999642522988999865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=999642522988999865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/999642522988999865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/999642522988999865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/08/job-searching.html' title='job searching'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-7606471354720834889</id><published>2008-07-26T12:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:45:20.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hopeless romantic films (well sorta :-P)</title><content type='html'>so recently i've seen a couple of movies that are now hopefully at least in the mail as i thought they were so good that i bought them (thanks ashley :-P).  could be that i'm a bit of a hopeless romantic, but i felt the movies were just rather touching.  altho, i also have to warn you that i am by no means a film critic in any way shape or form.  to me, if the movie entertains me for however long it is, then i think it was a good movie.  if somehow i connect with a character(s) and the movie leaves a lasting impression, then i say the movie is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first movie is Latter Days.  I had heard some good reviews before i had watched it, and it looked like it had a pretty good story line (i'm not going to type it here, but i'm sure you could find it somewhere like imdb or youtube).  the movie just kept my attention the whole time and had a very emotional ending, as in there were slight waterworks (yup i admit it :-P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other movie was Shelter.  once again i had heard some pretty good reviews about this one, which made me curious about it.  i think i may have liked this one because (to me) it more or less deals with the choices a person makes in regard to those he cares about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, both movies just somehow touched me.  like i said could be that i'm a hopeless romantic or that i'm just trying to figure out what i really want.  either way, these 2 movies have now made their way into my collection and are in the favorite section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-7606471354720834889?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/7606471354720834889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=7606471354720834889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/7606471354720834889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/7606471354720834889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/07/hopeless-romantic-films-well-sorta-p.html' title='hopeless romantic films (well sorta :-P)'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-818499221250362747</id><published>2008-07-08T09:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T09:19:19.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>back home and growing up, well kinda :-P</title><content type='html'>well i made it back and all.  actually i've been back for about a week, but didn't really feel like blogging.  eventually i'll get something down about the trip, ie something dealing with the high school girls who said something along the lines of 'when we need to lose weight, we don't exercise, we just don't eat'.  let me tell ya, they were an interesting group (to put it nicely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i am back home, i need to really start looking for a job and join the real world :-(  which i have mixed feelings about.  i really want to have the feeling that i can survive on my own, but at the same time i also don't wanna grow up.  i think it's possible for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really haven't started to seriously look for a job yet, altho i do have an interview tomorrow at my brothers work for a contract position, which i think would be good for several reasons.  One is that i'll be able to get a taste of statistics in the real world, and then if i find i don't like it i won't have to feel bad about quiting as it's just a summer position.  if i do like it then i have my foot in the door and may be able to get a full-time position in the company.  also it will allow me to be putting money in the bank while i try to figure out what exactly i want to do (ie where i want to live).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i should try to be productive and prepare for the interview tomorrow.  this is one time i know i'm really going to hate being modest, as how can you sell yourself if you don't think you're 'all that'.  oh well, guess i'll have to try and make myself not appear as modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that i'm off to start preparing, laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-818499221250362747?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10200845.post-8041702286739058546</id><published>2008-06-12T08:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:00:41.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>off to Greece/Italy</title><content type='html'>so in less than a couple hours i will be on my way to the airport to jump on a plane heading towards Greece/Italy.  needless to say time is passing by a little slow right now.  i keep hoping that i haven't forgotten to pack anything, especially since i feel a bit like i underpacked since i have heaps of space left.  i plan on wearing everything i packed 2-3 times (over a 15 day period and yes i have some laundry soap to wash them in a sink), this means for clothes i have:&lt;br /&gt;-4 pairs of shorts (not counting the ones i'm currently wearing)&lt;br /&gt;-2 pairs of pants (1 of which zips off into another pair of shorts)&lt;br /&gt;-1 button-down shirt (in case i feel like kinda dressing up for dinner)&lt;br /&gt;-5 t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;-4 sleeveless shirts&lt;br /&gt;-2 long sleeve shirts&lt;br /&gt;-1 light/rain jacket&lt;br /&gt;-running/swimming shorts&lt;br /&gt;-1 pair of shoes (plus the teva sandals i'm currently wearing)&lt;br /&gt;-4 pairs of socks (i plan on wearing my tevas most the time)&lt;br /&gt;-6 pairs of underwear (i could always go commando right??? :-P )&lt;br /&gt;-and i think that's about it for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things i have packed include:&lt;br /&gt;-passport (this is probably the most important thing to pack)&lt;br /&gt;-the typical toiletry stuff (ie toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo/conditioner, etc)&lt;br /&gt;-laundry soap&lt;br /&gt;-wrinkle release spray stuff (which i also got in case i don't have a chance to wash clothes when i need them as the spray has a 'fresh' smell to it so it won't smell like dirty clothes)&lt;br /&gt;-baby powder (yeah, i was a slightly baffled with this item as well, but they said to pack it for use on sweaty areas and for possible chafing, ie on/near the feet)&lt;br /&gt;-mini first aid kit&lt;br /&gt;-2 chapsticks&lt;br /&gt;-sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;-sunglasses (and a hat)&lt;br /&gt;-2 books to read&lt;br /&gt;-travel journal (really should have started a travel journal on my first trip to Europe in '01, but oh well)&lt;br /&gt;-iPod (with charger)&lt;br /&gt;-power converter/adapter&lt;br /&gt;-2 hangers&lt;br /&gt;-watch (i'm surprised the thing still works as i think i've had it since elementary school, did need a new battery which was a pain in the a** to get out).&lt;br /&gt;-and i'm sure there's some more random things i packed that i can't think of, but i can't think of anything i might have missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really hope i do have everything eventhough my bag has space in it.  positive side though of having lots of space (like i said in an earlier post) is that it means i'll be able to buy lots of stuff and not have to worry about being able to fit it into my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm going to go look thru my bags to make sure (for like the 5th time) that i have packed everything listed above.  not sure if i'll have another post within the next 2 weeks or not, so laters, and i'll let you know how everything was when i get back.  ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8041702286739058546?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8041702286739058546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=8041702286739058546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8041702286739058546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8041702286739058546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/06/off-to-greeceitaly.html' title='off to Greece/Italy'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-4212992788734613674</id><published>2008-06-05T17:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:26:28.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>caffeine/energy drinks</title><content type='html'>so, was rather bored earlier and came across articles about how energy drinks are unhealthy for teens and can be 'red flags' for risky behaviors. to that i just say DUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granted i'm not one to say people shouldn't drink them, since i do, but now that i will theoretically have time to eat and sleep i fully intend to wean myself off of them. actually i'm going to try to cut down on my caffeine intake i general. however, i am going to be naive and believe that chocolate does not have caffeine in it because not having chocolate is just wrong to me :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, some of the people's comments on the article were rather valid. the main idea behind most of them was moderation. many were saying that the energy drinks caused many health issues with people they knew. however the people they knew had several energy drinks a day, and i know on the cans it says the recommended amounts. one person also said that their child almost ended up (or did i forget) in the hospital after having and energy drink because their child was sensitive to caffeine (another 'DUH' moment to me).   i just don't think people should really be blaming the energy drinks for 'causing' health problems when they actually do have warnings on the cans and do say what a serving size is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the 'red flag' for risky behaviors, i'd would like to know what things really aren't considered red flags for teenagers in regard to risky behaviors.  hello, they're teenagers.  i do agree with one of the comments as the person i believe quoted somebody else who had said (lots of he said she said stuff i know :-P) they hope their child doesn't do the same things they did because it was sometimes just luck that they survived, but also hopes that they do do the same things as thats what growing up is about.  granted there's probably a more philosophical and thought provoking way of saying that, but the idea still gets across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that's it for now.  tomorrow i'm leaving for middle of no-where SD, well it's a little east of middle, tomorrow morning for the weekend and then to greece and italy in a week (i can't wait!!).  so if i don't write again for another month or so it's not 'cause i don't care, it's just that i will have better things to do (to put it blatantly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4212992788734613674?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/4212992788734613674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=4212992788734613674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4212992788734613674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4212992788734613674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/06/caffeineenergy-drinks.html' title='caffeine/energy drinks'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-8057027043115132078</id><published>2008-05-29T13:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:14:55.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>busy month</title><content type='html'>i'm not very good at writing/blogging very often, eh oh well.  in the last couple weeks only thing that's really happened is that this past friday i felt like a human sundae as i was covered in whip cream, chocolate, and sprinkles.  before your minds get dirty, i was covered because it was my last day at work, and well that's what they like to do to you.  after being there for a couple years tho, i was expecting it so i had some silly string with me just to fight back a little.  fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking towards the future now, this month is going to be exciting and scary.  i'll be moving back to denver (temporarily or longer depending), going to my grandparents 55th anniversary, and then traveling to Greece/Italy for a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exciting part is probably pretty obvious.  visiting lots of fun and/or new places, and will be able to eat heaps of gelato.  what could be more exciting???  ok, well many things, but those things will have to wait until a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one not so exciting thing, however, is the living out of a suitcase (or 2) worth of clothing for the next month.  it really won't be so bad because well i lived out of a couple suitcases worth of stuff for 10 months while in AUS.  the part i'm trying to figure out is if i can leave enough space in the bags so i can fill them with amazing things i'll find while in Europe. I've already been given a short list from a few people of things to buy, altho i'm mostly going to be looking for stuff for me :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the scary part though is after getting back from Europe.  i'm going to have to start becoming (dare i say it?  i might as well) responsible.  not that i'm not a responsible person, i'm just going to have to join the working world.  just hoping i find a job i like.  there's loads of jobs out there, so i'm pretty sure i'll be able to find it, but that still doesn't take any of the stress away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyways, i have lots of people to catch up with before my move in a couple of days, not to mention packing, and a few other chores.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'til next time, laters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8057027043115132078?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10200845.post-7449833669008498856</id><published>2008-05-20T17:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:11:23.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer time desires</title><content type='html'>it finally feels like summer is here.  altho it wouldn't really surprise me if somehow there was another freak snow storm in the not too distant future, as well that's rapid city for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the things i'm looking forward to this summer (not counting my trip to Greece/Italy, as that's on a level all on its own) include:&lt;br /&gt;-lightning/thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;-bbq's&lt;br /&gt;-getting a real tan :-P&lt;br /&gt;-finding a job&lt;br /&gt;   -&gt;and thus getting my own place, that is assuming i have some money to do so&lt;br /&gt;-camping/hiking/boating or anything of the sort&lt;br /&gt;-and many other things that currently aren't coming to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting a place of my own i think is about the thing i'm looking forward to most, as then i'll be able to decorate it how i'd like.  plus then i won't have to have everything i own be in a single room (unless i get a loft or whatnot, but then that's one big room :-P) like it all has been for the past 6 years or so.  also, i'll be able to have all my clothes hanging up and such as i may have more than one closet (yes, i have that much clothes).  once i do have a place of my own with everything spread around, i'm sure it will seem like i don't own anything.  then again that will depend on how big of a place i end up getting, which will also most likely depend on whatever job i end up getting as well.  my mind is definately getting ahead of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking about how i'd like to decorate and have seen some things i really wanted to buy but restrained myself which was really hard.  what worked the best in keeping myself from buying anything is by telling myself that i already won't be able to fit everything into my car.  anyways. . .the style (more or less) that i think i'm going to decorate in will be a combo of oriental and modern (if that makes any sense at all), with the main colors being dark red/maroon, black, and then some random lighter colors like orange and yellow (and possibly some green).  i dunno, i have some sort of image in my mind, but also know that what i currently imagine will probably change by the time i do get a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that i'm going to hopefully find something to do that doesn't involve my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-7449833669008498856?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/7449833669008498856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=7449833669008498856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/7449833669008498856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/7449833669008498856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-time-desires.html' title='summer time desires'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-7528282100736434804</id><published>2008-05-09T18:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:36:16.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!!!!</title><content type='html'>finally don't with all exams, projects, etc!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats to everyone else who's done (for the semester, with college, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now time to go celebrate :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-7528282100736434804?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/7528282100736434804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=7528282100736434804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/7528282100736434804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/7528282100736434804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/05/done.html' title='DONE!!!!'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-4221021045021532623</id><published>2008-05-06T10:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:06:44.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finals week stress</title><content type='html'>k, so both my "finals" are done with.  really hoping i at least passed them, or else things would just suck.  still have to finish 3 projects tho.  all of which are relatively important.  one is definitely a lot more important than the others.  the one that's most important is my senior paper, which i'm pretty confident that i'll get done.  the other two i'm trying to think of how much i need to do to keep the grade that i have.  actually i'm probably putting more effort into that than the actual projects at the moment :-P (imagine that).  i'll just blame it all on senioritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing with that is, if by chance i don't pass all my classes this semester, that means that i wouldn't graduate.  it's not that great of a fear, but still there in the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have mixed feelings about the idea of finally graduating from college after 6 years of being in it.  i'm excited and rather scared at the same time.  i'm excited to close/end this portion of my life and to take the next step, but that's the scary part.  i'm not exactly sure what the next step will consist of (many other college, or even high school grads, probably have the same feelings).  i don't have a job lined up.  i'm not really sure where i would want to live, or even what i want to do with my degree (meaning don't ask 'cause i have no clue).   i think this is mostly scary because growing up i always had a plan of what i was going to do.  the only problem was that plan ended at college.  ok, well that's a bit of a lie, the plan was to graduate as an EE and get a good job, and well those that know me, know that i am not graduating as an EE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, would actually like to procrastinate a bit more, but well i can't really afford to at the present since i have the 3 remaining projects to get done plus having to work later today, tomorrow, and thursday (great fun let me tell ya :-P).  just gotta keep telling myself "almost there, almost there"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4221021045021532623?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/4221021045021532623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=4221021045021532623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4221021045021532623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4221021045021532623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/05/finals-week-stress.html' title='finals week stress'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-1752547496726594409</id><published>2008-05-04T08:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T09:07:42.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day Observations</title><content type='html'>There were a couple observations i made friday during the snow day.  the first was that i wondered why i hadn't procrastinate another couple days of taking my snow tires off.  The other was that eventhough i had the entire day to work on homework and to get various other things done, i still only got about the same amount of stuff done that i would have if i would have had to go to class.  Actually i think i may have gotten a little bit less done than i would have.  I blame the internal idea all students have when they realize they have a snow day, which is "yea!! i don't have to do anything today"  if only that was the case as then i'd have slightly less stuff to get done this week.  eh, oh well :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other observations has to due with society/rapid city culture (most likely it's just not here).  i find it rather hilarious that altho the entire city (well not entire, read on) can be shut down but yet the bars and the porn shop are still open.  granted the porn shop i don't think ever closes, but still, this kinda shows what is important to us as a society doesn't it?  i guess there were a few restaurants that did open as well, but those were few and far inbetween.  another factor i suppose is that the bars usually don't open until later in the day, and since it stopped snowing by noon and then got into the mid-40's (i think) the snow was becoming slush so it was a little less likely to get stuck, altho quite a few still managed.  luckly i wasn't one of them, eventho i was parked in an unplowed parking lot (hehehe, ashley??? :-P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yup that means i ventured out later in the day.  i started to get "cabin fever" or something similar.  i just don't like being at home all that much.  anyways, so first had gone to the movie theatre with some others, but sadly found out they were closed as well.  so we just went back to one of their houses and watched a little bit of a movie before heading to Dublin (ya for smoke free :-P) to celebrate a friends birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while at Dublin made a couple more observations.  The first being that a lot of times i think someone could be my type, i then have to ask myself "are they or are they a foreigner".   after talking to a friend, we concluded this was because people from other countries have a bit of a different fashion sense, and that they hold themselves differently.  the other observation kinda goes back to society, and was actually made by a norwegian exchange student.  he noticed that instead of studying the nights before final exams start we are all out drinking :-P  this could be that everyone was tired of being stuck at home, but i'm pretty sure most of the people there would have been drinking if there wasn't a snow day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that i should probably go do some studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1752547496726594409?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-10200845.post-3693220796651777208</id><published>2008-05-02T06:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:54:25.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>class canceled due to snow, in may?!?</title><content type='html'>that's right, my last day of college classes was canceled due to snow/blizzard conditions today.  was kinda excited to have a snow day, but i was also looking forward to knowing that today was my last day.  oh well, what can you do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am kinda curious how this is going to effect (or is it affect?) things, as lots of classes had things due today, or had exams, etc.  the only things that seems logical in my mind is to delay the due dates 'til monday.  not sure how the exam thing will work tho, as next week is finals week.  eh, not gonna worry about it as, i'm sure the profs will send out an email saying what the plan/changes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that i'm gonna crawl back into bed, eventho i don't think i'll be able to fall back asleep, it is on the other hand warm :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-3693220796651777208?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/3693220796651777208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=3693220796651777208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/3693220796651777208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/3693220796651777208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/05/class-canceled-due-to-snow-in-may.html' title='class canceled due to snow, in may?!?'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-4492552802750731606</id><published>2008-04-29T23:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:21:12.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>title-less</title><content type='html'>so most of my recent posts have been serious (more or less).  trying to think of a topic that is a bit more, well fun.  can't really think of too much.  i do remember always thinking some point during my day "hey, i should remember that and type about it later" but well by the time i sit down i forget what it was that i was gonna type about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have senioritis tho, which isn't helping much with everything i need to get done, but oh well.  other than graduating in about 10 days or so, other exciting things coming up include the free so called breakfast sunday evening.  i do remember it being a bit more entertaining the first couple years, but it's still fun.  for those that have never been to it, or know nothing about it, several of the professors and faculty make pancakes, sausage, eggs, etc for students the night before finals week begins.  they also have drawings to give out prizes.  it's a little sad that i didn't get a prize until i think the spring semester of 06.  altho i guess i can be happy i got something useful like a cd case instead of an inflateable field goal (what ever happened to that ashley???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so that might be the only thing that's coming up that i'm remotely excited about, other than when i turn in my last project next friday when i then anticipate going out and celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should either do some hw before heading to bed or just head to bed so i can wake up and do hw before class tomorrow.  laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4492552802750731606?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/4492552802750731606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=4492552802750731606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4492552802750731606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4492552802750731606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/04/title-less.html' title='title-less'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-8394330125197596343</id><published>2008-04-28T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:45:02.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neo-Earth = Fun</title><content type='html'>so i guess i get to see now where everybody is located that looks at my blog.  granted i guess i'm assuming that people (i know of 1, and thats about it) actually look or read what i write :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad thing tho is that having the little thing expires in a couple weeks as i'm a poor college student right now and don't really wanna pay for it (at least not quite yet).  maybe once i get an actual career (i say career as i have a job right now) i'll be more inclined to pay for it.  altho that's assuming i actually see that people do read what i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways enough procrastination, back to school work.  only 11 more days (or so) 'til graduation!!!  once again assuming i get my 3 projects completed and don't fail any of my 3 exams.  but yeah, laters all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8394330125197596343?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8394330125197596343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=8394330125197596343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Build, therefore, your own world" ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on the idea of choices; more of my thoughts involving choices are as follows (which more or less follow the above quote):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can choose to see either the good or the bad in things, this includes people, situations, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can choose what you want in your life. that is things that are "good" influences or those that are "bad" (good and bad are in quotes because well to quote shakespeare "for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can choose to stay in a life that makes you unhappy, or make the necessary changes to make you happy (this one i guess kinda goes with the previous one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly i guess i just believe that your life is what you make it and what you believe it is.  that is if you believe that the world is full of opportunity, beauty, benevolent people, etc. then that is the world that you will see and the world of which you will live in.  if on the contrary you see the world full of distrust, hate, and filled with people only worrying about themselves, then that also is the world that you will see and live in.  i'm not saying that you have to be naive about all the bad/evil things that happen in the world if you see it full of hope, love, beauty, etc. (and vice versa), as then you get walked all over and used. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's that i've been able to see a lot of the beauty and such in the world.  could be that having been able to travel has aided in this.  i dunno, i just know that there have been some people in my life that i want to literally shake (or smack :-P) and tell them that all people are not evil.  not all people think solely about themselves.  that there are people in the world that wont use them to benefit themself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone agree, disagree, or ???  anything thoughts in general???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to "This is Who We Are" by Cartel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8023585489735969483?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8023585489735969483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=8023585489735969483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8023585489735969483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8023585489735969483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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chest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I got it tattooed for a reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I just hold it true?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm still crashing all the funerals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of these people that I never knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stuck in a coma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck in a neverending sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some day I will wake up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And realize I made up everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shut the door and turn all the lights out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And listen to all the songs that the night shouts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They go something like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And drink yourself to happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stuck in a coma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck in a neverending sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some day I will wake up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And realize I made up everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can all hang ourselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(from gold chandeliers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And drink good bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all (al the pain and fears)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loose lips have sunk this ship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(To a shallow grave)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Washed up upon the rocks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I won't be saved)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I won't be saved)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stuck in a coma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuck in a neverending sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some day I will wake up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And realize I gave up everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(So follow your bliss, it reads on my chest)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I know I got it tattooed for a reason)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I shut to the door and turn all the lights out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't be saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I listen to all the songs that the night shouts)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i really didn't care for this song all that much.  at least i don't think i did.  i do know that i began to like it more after i saw the music video for it.  mostly i like it because of the chorus, which to me kinda represents growing up in general and not being true to yourself (ie 'made up everything').  in the end though you realize that by not being yourself, you are actually giving up more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so maybe i like it mostly due to the last sentence and how i tend to like anything that deals with the idea of "if you risk nothing, then you risk everything".  i really need to find that quote for sure so i can write it down and have it on hand whenever i want/need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also have you ever realized that lyrics tend to have a different feeling attached to them when you read them opposed to hearing them in a song???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4049050142817926226?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/4049050142817926226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=4049050142817926226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4049050142817926226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4049050142817926226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-reflection.html' title='Song Reflection'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-5865865650229488939</id><published>2008-04-13T21:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:50:04.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Whenever i think of choices, i begin to think of how the choices we make begin to define who we are.  Then my mind thinks of movies like Spiderman, X-men, etc., but i'm not going to follow that tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to choices defining ourselves.  actually, i'm not fully sure where i want to go with that.  i just believe that in life you have choices you have to make every day.  some of the choices are simple, like what to wear (ok, i struggle with that choice some days too :-P).  others get repeated daily, like "do i go to class today?"  still others are more complicated and may have drastic outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the choices that's sticking out most in my mind is how people choose to deal with the stresses and problems in their lives.  lots of people make "healthy" choices by somehow manipulating the stress/problem into a form that can be useful.  Anger for example is great motivation for running, plus while running you can sort things out in your head, at least that's my experience.  even more people however seem to make "unhealthy" choices, turning to alcohol and/or drugs.  it then seems that these choices are continually made becoming what is coined a "self-defeating behavior", and then it all seems to feed off of itself.  that is for example using drugs because you are stressed and then not being hired for a job because there was a required drug test, and then doing drugs and such because of stress of needing to find a job.  (i keep using 'seems' because this isn't for sure, its just my opinion from my observations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i care too much for people, as it makes me sad seeing people do things to themselves that keep them from achieving anything and everything they want or ever dreamed.  each person has so much potential, i just hate seeing such potential go to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granted i grew up in a 'loving' family, located in a good/safe area, don't ever remember money (or lack thereof) ever really being an issue, didn't ever get teased (other than from a sibling, but that doesn't count), and never really had anything that traumatic happen in my life.  i did, however, have extremely high standards to live up to.  i had to be, for lack of a better word, perfect.  it was expected of me to be the best or close to the best in school, or in anything i did.  it was expected of me to get straight A's.  it was expected of me to be the typical All-American Boy.  like i said, i was expected to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't feel that stress is enough to make a kid want to make "unhealthy" choices, try having that stress and then adding to it the stress of hiding who are are from everyone around you.  That is, knowing you are not like most other guys, but playing the charade you are, knowing that if anyone found out you really liked guys, you would be tormented. (well maybe not actually knowing, but at least knowing the teasing that happens to others)  this means never expressing my inner thoughts/feelings to anyone, especially not my parent's, and thus leaving a feeling of isolation from everything around.  Maybe that's how most people feel in high school, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do know however, that i chose to play the role of the perfect child: graduating as valedictorian, achieving Eagle Scout, excelling in soccer/volleyball.  I had chosen to use the role that was thrust upon me as the means of getting away and thus becoming who i am.  I don't feel i am done with becoming who i am or who i can be, but i don't think anyone ever fully does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, resonating effects of my choice is that i still hide who i am to all except those who have proven are trustworthy.  I have told my parents who i am, but beyond that i still only tell them the most basic of basic of what's going on in my life.  actually there are only 2 people i trust completely with my inner thoughts/feelings.  One is actually from high school, and the other is from college.  I trust several more, but not as much as the 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end i guess what i'm mostly trying to get across is that a person has the choice to take what is thrown at them and use it in a beneficial way or not, and that there is always a time to make a new choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my question, then to the reader, is "What choices do you make?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-5865865650229488939?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/5865865650229488939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=5865865650229488939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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patterns in things that i do so i can better understand myself.  you'd think understanding your own self would be easy, but i don't think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one pattern i've found (well it might not be an actual pattern, since it's only happened twice), is that when i know i'm going to be moving somewhere in a couple months, i run into someone i start to like a lot.  then it just adds stress to me as i neither times i've been sure of if i should try to start something and see how it goes or not.  both times i've decided to see where it goes.  haven't regretted either of those choices (but like i said in a previous blog i haven't regretted any decisions i've made).  one of my co-workers/friends brought up the point that maybe i find someone because sub-consciously i don't want to move.  well the first time i had to move, it wasn't sub-conscious of not wanting to leave as i firmly knew i wanted to stay in AUS (still might make it back there, but i'm not worrying too much about that right now).  anyways, it could be that i really didn't wanna leave, but i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other patterns in my life (that i know of) include: waiting until the couple of days before an exam to do the serious studying, stress makes me drink more caffeinated beverages, and ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually now i'm trying to decide the difference between a pattern and just plain habit.  dictionary.com has one definition of habit as 'an acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary' and pattern as 'a combination of qualities, acts, tendencies, etc., forming a consistent or characteristic arrangement'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe they are one in the same.  at least to some degree.  or maybe it could be said that a pattern eventually becomes a habit.  anyone agree/disagree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....i thought i had more to say about this, but i guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10200845.post-4506924450665638735</id><published>2008-04-10T15:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T16:03:23.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>so i'm hoping the last couple days are not what the rest of the semester is going to be like.  that is being at school by 7:30, have class until 3pm, having to be at work at 4, not getting done until 9:30ish, then heading back to school to study/do homework for several hours and then waking up to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i can't complain too much though, as this is really the only semester i've had that requires so much work, and i know others who have a full year or more of schedules like what i said.  i do believe i really should have some stock in caffeine, as then i'd at least be getting some of my money back :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....what else is there (on a lighter side that is)???  got a funny article about squirrels drowning while crossing a "frozen" river in search of food.  bit morbid in a way, but well i guess that's my humor :-P  one sad/funny part of the article was that a person accidently killed a whole family of squirrels when he hit the block of ice they were on with his canoe/kayak (or something like that) knocking them all into the water.  do feel a bit bad for the guy though, as he was trying to save them, but then 'caused there death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k well i gotta go get ready for work, and nurse the wound on my neck from my aunts cat trying to reposition itself on my shoulders and failing (so glad he only has back claws).  laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4506924450665638735?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10200845.post-8827224370873343967</id><published>2008-04-08T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:03:41.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation</title><content type='html'>so like i've mentioned before graduation is quickly approaching.  i have started to get a little stressed with everything i need to get done.  i think it was actually getting assigned the projects and such instead of just knowing that they were going to get assigned.  i'm pretty sure i'll be able to get everything done, i just have to use my time a lot more wisely than i have been using it lately.  i do tend to do better when i am busy though, as i know i don't have time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a forewarning to any of you that tell me you want to do something: you better not ditch out as my annoyance/anger level is gonna be pretty low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i am a bit excited for graduation.  it's more of i wanna get done with this school and go someplace completely else.  not that this school or city are bad by any means.  they just don't have what i need personally.  i'm not sure what exactly i'm gonna do once i graduate, but i'm trying to mostly just worry about the things that are slightly more important (ie all the projects i have to get done &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in order&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; graduate).  i have thought a little about it, and currently my resume is in the career planning office (hopefully getting looked over) and then they'll tell me what to change and such, and then i'll be able to send it out.  at least that's my plan with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i find rather funny, possibly ironic, is that i told my mom that i don't want a party or anything after graduation.  and now i may have to give up my bedroom that weekend for people coming for graduation.  not that i mind giving up my room when people visit, but i really didn't want people to visit for my graduation.  also i guess there's 4 or so sets of aunts and uncles that are coming.  plus my mom is asking what kind of cake i want, what kind of food, etc.  all to which i say "i don't want a party".  oh well i know she just wants to show she's proud of me and whatnot, but still it's getting rather annoying (and like i said my annoyance level is rather low).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think i should go grab some lunch or something to eat before my 1 class today and then start working on the several projects i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8827224370873343967?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8827224370873343967/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10200845.post-9066331446688418100</id><published>2008-04-04T17:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:34:42.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>finally the weekend</title><content type='html'>oddly enough i was actually quite stressed yesterday.  not sure when the last time was that i felt that stressed.  i'm just glad that by the time i left campus yesterday it had resided a bit.  afterall i was on campus from 7:30-4:30 working on school work, so theoretically i got quite a bit done.  still have heaps more to do, but i have a temporary schedule in my head of when i need to be working on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now tho, it's the weekend and i'm gonna enjoy tonight.  not sure what exactly i'm gonna do.  i might head up to sturgis and watching a live band play (i work w/ one of the people in the band) with some co-workers, just head up to my mom's place in the hills to relax and have some me time, both of the previous options as the house is within 10min of sturgis, or i dunno.  i just know that i'm gonna take the next 24hrs or so and just not think about school.  ok well that's slightly a lie, but i'm not gonna do anything school related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo, something fun did happen yesterday while working on hw.  so a while ago i wrote that i got asked to work at an abercrombie store.  well i had said that i might be interested, but that i don't graduate 'til may.  i gave them my number, and well they called yesterday to see if i was still interested in the MIT position (i'm assuming it means 'management in training').  i said possibly, but not quite sure.  they said they'd call back in May.  So if by chance i don't have a job (in my field i'm studying), at least i have that option.  that is as long as i'd make as much or more than what i make now as a server.  anywho, that's my fun news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm off to find something to do other than sit at my computer as i'll be doing plenty of typing and such in the next several weeks preparing all my projects (hopefully learning LaTex isn't too hard :-P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-9066331446688418100?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/9066331446688418100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=9066331446688418100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/9066331446688418100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/9066331446688418100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-weekend.html' title='finally the weekend'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-124184916895882845</id><published>2008-04-02T20:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:58:36.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>let the stress begin</title><content type='html'>so theoretically i think i should be preparing to be pulling out my hair.  graduation is in slightly over a month (can't wait!!), but there's still everything with classes going on.  so much in fact that i think i have around 5 different projects all due by the end of this month.  the weird thing is i'm not fully freaking out about it.  part of me really thinks i should be, but the other part is convincing me it's a good thing to be relatively calm.  towards the end of the month tho, there may be a whole different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm not really stressing as i don't feel the projects are really all that big or complicated projects.  one really is as it's my senior research project, and well i'm pretty sure if i don't get that done then i probably won't graduate.  plus, my project should be done (for the most part) in a couple weeks, as that's when my presentation is (dry run around the 23rd or so with the actual presentation the 25th).  i do believe i will be nervous during my presentation considering after my presentation a couple of profs are going to be giving a presentation that continues off of the work that i've done (no pressure there right???).  not to mention the presentation is going to be at the regional MAA meeting or whatnot (MAA=Mathematical Association of America for you none engineering/math people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think i've procrastinated enough for one night (well kinda, i'm sure i'm gonna find other things to get distracted by).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-124184916895882845?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/124184916895882845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=124184916895882845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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early.  probably due to the fact that if it was held on friday, nobody would really show up since that's when spring break starts.  kinda sad this is my last spring break :-( but not really at the same time as i'll be glad once may comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this week has been full of school and work.  never fails that teachers always give homework assignments or have exams the week right before spring break.  luckily one of my assignments due dates will most likely be pushed back to the day following spring break (all depends if i go buy a pie and bring it in for pi day today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well class is gonna start soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-5967147181389738963?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/5967147181389738963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=5967147181389738963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/5967147181389738963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/5967147181389738963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/03/pi-day-minus-02.html' title='pi day minus .02'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-452323140457205453</id><published>2008-03-08T15:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:42:46.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HS sports observations</title><content type='html'>so this weekend was the SD girls state basketball tournament here in Rapid City.  My cousin's team from Sioux Falls made it to the championship (against Pierre), which is in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've noticed some big differences between the high school sports here verses the high school sports i was in.  First, the furthest i ever had to travel for an away game was maybe 2hrs (and that was only about once a season) and then for state tournaments i believe it was the same.   Here the bigger schools travel across the state to just play regular season games.  I suppose tho, that if you want to have a fair competition between teams, you can't have a high school that is more than double the size of nearby high school play each other.  Granted there are some small schools/towns around here that have some pretty awesome teams, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that also stood out to me was the parents.  They seem to really get into it (and not only for the state tourney).  I'm not sure if it's just a girls sport thing or if it's a whole SD thing (i haven't been to any boys sporting events).  I just know that the parents of my teammates in high school were never too extravagant, or if they were i just completely blocked it out :-P  It's not that it's a bad thing, it's just an observation of the difference of where i grew up verses here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that kinda goes along with the first is that there are kids that aren't even on the teams that travel to the away games as well.  Not as many go to the ones on the other side of the state, but they still drive more then i would have ever been willing to drive to watch my high school play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate though, the games do make it fun to just people watch, ie to just sit and watch how they react to different things happening out on the court or around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should find something to eat before heading to the game.  i'm hoping that the ticket person only charges me the high school student price again.  then again the signs don't say student's k-12, they just say students and i am still a college student :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-452323140457205453?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/452323140457205453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=452323140457205453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/452323140457205453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/452323140457205453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/03/hs-sports-observations.html' title='HS sports observations'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-8759964433489259810</id><published>2008-03-02T11:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:45:19.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work rant</title><content type='html'>so just to warn everyone this is mostly  just a rant and not much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night was a UFC fight night and was pay perview (somehow that word doesn't look right but i don't wanna check to see if it's correct, instead i like to write a long message saying i think its mispelled :-P) or something like that, thus no where else really gets it so everyone that wants to watch it (but not pay for it themselves) come to watch it where i work.  i really really really dislike working on nights that we have the fights.  my reason for severe dislike is the same as when there are football games going on and such, which is that people come in sit for hours (like 3-4), but still only tip the same amount as if they had just been there to eat dinner and that was it.  since they are at a table for that amount of time (the 3-4hrs), no-one else can, which means that i'm not getting any new tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also do not show up, say there's only a certain amount of you and then more of your friends show up after you've already been sat for a set amount and expect us to be able to magically make space for everyone.  this comes to mind because there was a table that had been sat as there was only going to be 8, and it ended up being 20.  thats a big difference.  if it was just a couple more people, then it's easier to accommodate, but more than doubling the amount of people is just plain ridiculous.  luckily tho, the table was in an area that we could move tables (luckily people had just been there to eat so there were a few empty tables).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm gonna rant on tips for a little.  now i know that if you have an empty drink most the night and that if i'm not checking on you then yes i deserve to be stiffed with no tip.  however, if a couple people at the table say how awesome of a job i did, then it means that i more likely than not provided the same service to you.  tips should also be at least 10 percent, as that is what i am getting taxed on.  not only am i getting taxed on 10% of my sales, but i also have to give tip money to the bartenders, hostesses, bus boys, etc.  Thus if you stiff me or don't leave 10% tip, &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; am paying for some of your dinner or whatnot.  verbal tips are nice (ie you're very good at what you do), but if you then don't leave a good tip, then it's kinda like a slap in the face.  words are not gonna pay bills.   one last thing on tips.  just because someone else at the table is tipping, doesn't mean that you should not, unless that person is taking into account your bill as well (this is for when tickets are split up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i'm done.  mostly i think i needed to rant as i was at work from 5pm-1:40am and the ratio/percentage of my tips to my sales was just slightly over 10%.  maybe i just need to work as a waiter in a country where they don't tip, so you actually have an hourly wage worth something.  for example Australia :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, thats it, i need to go work on some hw and whatnot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8759964433489259810?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8759964433489259810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=8759964433489259810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8759964433489259810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8759964433489259810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/03/work-rant.html' title='work rant'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-4934648097792166538</id><published>2008-02-27T18:11:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:42:43.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>so for some odd reason i've been thinking about things i regret, or don't.  i've concluded that there's not anything that i really regret at all.  this in turn made me arrive at two possibilities regarding regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first being that not having any regrets means that i am living life the way i want and doing what i want.  also, i think having no regrets means that i'm confident that i've made all the right choices.  every now and then i think what would have happened if i would have chosen a different school, a different major, or who knows what.  however if i had chosen something different i wouldn't be the person i am today.  i would not have experienced the same things i have experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other possibility of having no regrets is a bit dark/gloomy.  no regrets may mean that i&lt;strong&gt; haven't &lt;/strong&gt;lived life to the fullest so far.  that i haven't experienced everything that i could have experience.  not taking chances, but living the safe life, taking the easy path, calculating all options to a decision with the outcomes/consequences carefully weighed, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe having no regrets is a bit of both.  afterall, i have studied abroad in australia.  i have gone on trips on a bit of spur of the moment (or little planning involved, ie portland).  every now and then i do throw myself into something that will challenge me to become better mentally, physically, etc.  however, i also think of what may happen due to my actions.  i wonder what people will think if i act a certain way, and thus keep myself in check the majority of the time trying not to react to events/situations/etc, but to logically and carefully consider the different ways to respond (which may not be a bad thing in the end).  i just know that once in a while i get the urge to just go wild and take the attitude of 'f-off if you don't like what i'm doing, i'm tired of worrying what you think'.  in the end however, i critically think of what i could do that will satisfy the urge, but with the minimum amount of repercussion after doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, the conclusion about regret is that it is a double edged sword, acting both in a positive and negative manner.  the only difference is the mood you (or me :-P) is in when thinking about regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, it's time to do some studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in case anyone's wondering, this topic came about because i've been trying to figure out what i'm going to do once i graduate, and having a hard time reaching a conclusion, thus wondering about a few choices i've made.  like i said though, if i had made different choices, i wouldn't be who i am, and i'm pretty sure i wouldn't change that for anything)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4934648097792166538?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/4934648097792166538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=4934648097792166538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4934648097792166538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4934648097792166538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/02/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-8234640073207276662</id><published>2008-02-24T02:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:16:05.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal Breakers</title><content type='html'>so an old teacher, which i suppose i can now call a friend instead of 'old teacher' is looking for input for writing a song about what it is, that makes you stop and think 'yup, definately can't date you' (aka deal breakers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some obvious ones that come to mind.  like smoking and/or drugs, but then again i've dated someone that's done both.  so in a way it wasn't really a deal breaker, but more of a boundary w/in the relationship.  anyways i'm digressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend is looking for something more unique.  the example she gave was hairy backs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't thought too hard on it, but i think i have figured out one deal breaker i have that i'm pretty sure i wouldn't ignore.  atrocious grammar/spelling/etc.  is the one deal breaker i don't think i could overlook.  i'm not saying i'm all that great at it myself (ie look at what i type), but having multiple misspellings and such just make me cringe.  i'm not talking about how some words get changed to make IMing or txting quicker or whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna spend a bit more time pondering on other possible things that make me say to myself 'you're definately not dating material' to try to help my friend out to make an awesome song/lyric.  anyone else have any unique deal breakers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i should head to bed, so i can actually be productive tomorrow (mostly finish my advance calculus homework).  'nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8234640073207276662?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8234640073207276662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=8234640073207276662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8234640073207276662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8234640073207276662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/02/deal-breakers.html' title='Deal Breakers'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-1057406678264012916</id><published>2008-02-20T00:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:13:06.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portland :-)</title><content type='html'>so this past weekend i traveled to portland by myself.  before leaving i was a bit scared as i was going by myself and not knowing anyone there once i got there.  those same reason's tho is what also made it rather exciting as well (maybe due to the adrenaline from fear :-P).  The weekend was long and not much (overall) sleep was had.  i worked friday night, didn't get home 'til about midnight, then had to leave for the airport at 4:30am on saturday (downside of flying standbye is the best flights to take are the ones no-one else wants to take).  got into denver around 7:30-ish intending to take a 8:20 flight to portland, which ended up being full, so then i got to sit around DIA until the 1pm flight.  good thing i had some homework/reading with me.  got into PDX around 3, took the train to the city center as the hostel i was staying at was w/ in walking distance.  i did get off the train at a wrong stop (right street, but wrong side of the city :-P).  finally made it to where i needed to be, checked in and then went walking around for a bit.  ended up back at the hostel around 9, and then went and got some pizza (free might i add :-P)  with a couple other people staying at the hostel (the hostel must have had a deal w/ the pizza place as there was free pizza every night as long as someone went the 3 blocks to pick it up).  ate the pizza, talked (those i talked with were either moving to portland or thinking about moving there oddly enough) and then went to bed around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 7:30ish (the one night i did sleep enough), got some coffee at the cafe across the street, and then went exploring some more.  my first destination was the washington park.  it was awesome eventho nothing was in bloom, which makes me wonder how great it looks in spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm getting tired so i think i'm gonna stop the hour by hour dictation of what i did.  in short i walked around heaps (enough that my shins were getting sore).  PDX was awesome and green (not sure if it was all moss or not :-P).  it's a different kind of cold there as i had thought, hey it's gonna be above freezing i just need a long sleeve shirt (this i discovered when i was walking around washington park in the morning).  No sales tax was a plus, altho i didn't really buy anything (i didn't have any room in my bags to take anything back with me).  the public transportation there was easy and free when in the city center.  definately think i need to head back sometime to check out some of the suburbs and such of it (mostly to price the cost of living, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that i'm off to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1057406678264012916?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/1057406678264012916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=1057406678264012916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1057406678264012916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1057406678264012916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/02/portland.html' title='Portland :-)'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-8998409772761550971</id><published>2008-02-13T22:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:51:55.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>singles awareness day</title><content type='html'>well it's not the 14th yet (it might be by the time i finish typing but that depends on how much i ramble) so why not mention the holiday that i more-or-less despise.  well maybe i don't despise it, it's more of i just don't understand it.  how did singles awareness day (aka valentines day) become such a big holiday.  i mean it goes straight from xmas stuff to v-day stuff in the stores.  i don't know why people like it so much.  i think v-day is really really stupid, and a bunch of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, it's not that i've never been dating someone on valentines day or whatnot so i'm angry at all the happy couples.  it's that i don't see why there's only one day that society (mostly the stores) says you should tell your loved ones how much you love them.  you should be telling them you love them throughout the entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't even get me started on having to buy people gifts to show them you care (ie diamonds, chocolates, etc).  plus what do guys get on v-day???  i'm pretty sure most the guys i know really wouldn't want flowers or jewelry, some might want chocolate/candy but who wouldn't want sweets???  the whole having to give someone a gift to show you care basically says everyone who does is materialistic.  some gifts could be alright if they have special meaning between the giver and the givee (i'm pretty sure that's not a word, but i'm gonna use it anyways) but the gifts should be given on a special day that isn't celebrated by everyone else.  wow for not wanting to get started on gifts i sure went on for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a different topic.  i was thinking of heading to portland this weekend to check it out, but other than getting the time off of work i haven't gotten anything else planned for it.  it doesn't take much to get a plane ticket (ya for finally being able to use flight benefits via my mom :-P) but finding a reasonably priced hotel could be hard.  then again, i should check to see if there's any hostels or similar there as they're usually good priced.  actually i think i might do that until i head to bed.  laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8998409772761550971?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8998409772761550971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=8998409772761550971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8998409772761550971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8998409772761550971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/02/singles-awareness-day.html' title='singles awareness day'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-5688380295793969714</id><published>2008-02-06T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:13:59.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaahhhh indoor soccer</title><content type='html'>i just realized that the 'aaahhhh' in the title could be taken as either a scared 'aahh' or a relaxing 'aahh'.  it's suppose to be the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intramural soccer has been going on for i don't know how long as has men's league indoor soccer, but i only found out about it yesterday.  supposedly the people that put the teams together from the schools club team thought i had graduated last semester.  granted i should have graduated by now, but it's not like i've failed classes and had to retake them.  i'm gonna be graduating with 150 credits, eventho for my degree i only need 128. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to soccer.  it was fun to play again tonight eventhough we lost.  the last time i had kicked a soccer ball i think was probably the last outdoor game from last semester, which i think was roughly late october or early november.  i was starting to miss the miscellaneous injuries (which i have a few of now :-P) from playing.  there's just something about playing hard and having evidence to prove so.  at least right now i'm thinking this, tomorrow on the other hand i may be saying something completely else :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that's always funny/weird is that whatever team i'm on, we're usually mostly defenders.  supposedly defense is what wins games, but when you don't have an offense player that will shoot, it makes it a bit hard to get any goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i do have a shirt that says i was in intramural co-ed soccer champion and it had only taken 4yrs to get it :-P  well one of those years i wasn't technically in the states, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm gonna head to bed so i can wake up and finish my math modeling homework in the morning.  so far the assignment has taken around 10hrs and it's only about 2/3rds of the way done.  plus i haven't even started my advance calculus homework (luckily that's not due 'til monday).  'nite all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-5688380295793969714?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/5688380295793969714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=5688380295793969714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/5688380295793969714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/5688380295793969714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/02/aaahhhh-indoor-soccer.html' title='aaahhhh indoor soccer'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-2136660250634483325</id><published>2008-02-03T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T20:47:21.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carnivorous cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(if you're wondering about carnivorous cats, skip this paragraph and go to the next one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  this weekends been alright.  glad i got off of work before anybody came in that was gonna be there for the entire football game, as we are to stay until our last table leaves (at least most the time).  that's all i really have to say about the game, as after i got off work, i had gone home changed and then went to the mall.  didn't have any desire to see any of the game at all, not even for the commercials.  might have been more inclined to if i knew of anyone having a party.  i did however end up at a friends house to watch the last quarter or so.  i think the biggest problem i have with the superbowl is that people say that the winning team is the world champ, which in my opinion they're not.  they haven't played any teams outside of the NFL.  granted they'd most likely beat any other team, but they never played them so i don't think they should be able to say they are the world champs.  i have the same feelings about baseball and the world series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on a completely different note, cats can be punks (aka annoying).  this weekend my aunt was gone so i was responsible for them.  last night i shut my door and didn't allow them in as i have too many things i think they'll chew up or whatnot while i'm sleeping.  now i have good reason too.  i had left one of my necklaces (my favorite one) in the bathroom on one of the shelves.  this morning while getting ready for work it wasn't there.  eventually i did find it on the floor next to the double recliner.  not really too surprised tho as i was kinda expecting that my aunts cats had done something to it.  i hadn't suspected tho that they'd eat it!!  luckily for me (and them i suppose) the necklace i had made myself out of leather from a craft store so i can just make another one as the charm is still fine.  actually i would have been more worried if i didn't find the charm as it's made of metal and is about the size of a 50 cent piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also curious which one of the 2 it was (or if it was both of them) that ate the leather.  my aunt and i have suspicions on which one it is that eat's the little toy mice they have.  oh well they're stomachs :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming up weekend is gonna be fun.  at least i'm anticipating it to be.  not sure what activities there's gonna be, but it will be fun catching up w/ ashley in person.  altho i'll be catching up with her in march as well assuming she doesn't have to go to china when i'm suppose to be heading to WI to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i should do some tiding up as my aunt gets home tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-2136660250634483325?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/2136660250634483325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=2136660250634483325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/2136660250634483325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/2136660250634483325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/02/carnivorous-cats.html' title='carnivorous cats'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-295279157640554817</id><published>2008-02-01T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:09:52.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an awesome poem</title><content type='html'>wow, second post (well kinda) in one day, that's like a record for me.  anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got the desire to clean my room/reorganize some things.  in the process i came across a photo album that my friends in australia had given me.  in the cover they had glued a poem by Marianne Williamson (from her book &lt;em&gt;A Return to Love&lt;/em&gt;).  The title of the poem is 'Our Greatest Fear' which is the poem below (it's copied how it was in the album) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,&lt;br /&gt;but that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brillant,&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking&lt;br /&gt;so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.&lt;br /&gt;It is not just in some; it is in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give&lt;br /&gt;other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our fear,&lt;br /&gt;our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm not a religious person by any means, and usually try to avoid anything dealing with God.  however, with this poem i make an exception (well kinda).  The message within the poem is just spectacular with or without refering to God (really hoping i'm not pissing anyone off, so if i am, i'm sorry, but this is the way i think).  The poem gives you the feeling as the reader that you have power that you should not be scared of but to embrace it and use it.  In the process of doing so, you help others to discover there own power, who in turn help others, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, just plain awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that i'm gonna get back to reorganizing so it doesn't look like a twister went thru my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-295279157640554817?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/295279157640554817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=295279157640554817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/295279157640554817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/295279157640554817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/02/awesome-poem.html' title='an awesome poem'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-4417442109489767629</id><published>2008-02-01T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:18:43.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>so instead of doing homework or something onlong that line to fill my time, i decided that this blog could use a little revamping or whatnot.  it'll be a slow work in progress, but let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4417442109489767629?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/4417442109489767629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=4417442109489767629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4417442109489767629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4417442109489767629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-4812713433518271023</id><published>2008-01-30T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:19:07.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days</title><content type='html'>so today was going good, but then a little after lunch it just turned into one of those days you just want to end.  the day started off rather well, but after eating lunch and working on some advance calculus homework, little things just started to get on my nerves.  there was no particular reason for this, but i just kept getting more and more pissed.  even while working out in the weight room i was getting angrier, which is weird because working out is suppose to get rid of anger/agitations.  at least it usually does for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the last several hours i've been trying to find things to calm my nerves.  this included going to borders and getting a mocha w/ an extra shot of espresso (caffeine is my comfort food, if you can call it a food), and then went tanning (i don't go all that often, only about once a week if that).  those things kinda helped a bit, but i'm pretty sure things might piss me off if i leave my house (mostly dealing w/ traffic/cars).  one thing that really annoys me (and not only when i'm already kinda angry) is when people don't use their blinkers.  they're there for a reason people, use them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm sure tomorrow will be better, at least i hope it will be.  if not then i guess i'll need to find some other things to try and calm my nerves.  any suggestions???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well can't think of much else to write, so i'm off to read, watch tv or something.  ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4812713433518271023?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/4812713433518271023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=4812713433518271023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4812713433518271023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/4812713433518271023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-those-days.html' title='one of those days'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-7715496758838181783</id><published>2008-01-28T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T15:18:39.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weather, what the . . .</title><content type='html'>i hate winter. well maybe not hate, moreso just a dislike for it. actually it might not be so bad if it was more constant than it is. for example it was cold all of last week and then this past weekend it was above freezing, mid-40's to low 50's, which was awesome. however today the high was at the beginning of the day, might have been around midnight i'm not sure. i do know that when i left for school today that i thought hey, i actually could be wearing a short sleeve shirt as it was in the low 50's. now i'm wishing i brought a jacket w/ me to school as the temperature is now below freezing and it's only 3pm and tomorrow's high is only suppose to be in the mid teens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get it. is this due to global warming or ???? i'd really like to be able to figure out what kind of clothes i should have packed and which ones i shouldn't (ie summer vs. winter clothes). mostly i would just like to have a bit more space in my closet, but then if i did i would probably fill it up w/ more clothes, so maybe it's a good thing i have to keep all season of clothing readily available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo and the whole global warming thing made me think of a show on discovery i saw some of (i was falling in and out of sleep). it was saying how global warming (or freezing) is a function of itself. well kinda. it was saying how white reflects the suns heat, while the dark (ie oceans) retain it, so the more ice there is the more heat is reflected making it get colder, which in turn creates more ice. also said the opposite was true (and i think is what's happening now), that the oceans retain the heat, making it warmer, which melts the ice, which makes the surface area of the earth covered in a darker color greater, thus making the earth warmer. so in a way global warming is natural, in a manner of speaking, but i'm also sure that we as humans have a bit of an influence in it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to go w/ train of thought writing some more. watched a movie called 'sunshine' (well i'm pretty sure that was the name of it). it was about our sun dying and there were a couple of missions to try to reignite it (the 1st mission had failed). it was an alright movie. missed the beginning of it where it explained why the people were flying towards the sun. i'm not sure if i'd say it's really worth renting, well maybe if its a cheap rental or whatnot as it wasn't like it was a bad movie, you just had to pay attention thru all of it, which i really wasn't doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm gonna battle the freezing weather to make it up to the gym. laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i just checked the weather again and it's now at 17 degrees, when i started typing it said 27&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-7715496758838181783?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/7715496758838181783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=7715496758838181783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/7715496758838181783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/7715496758838181783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/01/weather-what.html' title='weather, what the . . .'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-570629045910740751</id><published>2008-01-13T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:23:25.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brand names</title><content type='html'>first i just saw i have a typo from a couple blogs ago.   it's where i said something about a kitten on my lab, as it's suppose to be 'lap'.  so sorry to all you english majors and such out there, i'm a math person.  i try to be grammatically correct most the time (moreso when not in a blog), but sometimes i miss stuff.  anyways . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just thought this would be a fun topic to talk about (plus there's kinda a fun story that recently happened, well in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know there are a variety of brands out there and people that do and don't like to wear them.  me personally i am one of the brand name people.  however, i usually only buy the clothing when it is on sale as i will not buy a t-shirt for over $15.  ok every now and then i will buy something when it's not on sale.  additionally whatever i buy i prefer it to not blatantly state which brand i am wearing.  i don't mind if it has a little logo, but i don't want the only thing on the shirt to be the brand name which you can read from a block away.  lately i do kinda feel like an american eagle model or something, but i blame that its mostly due to the fact that it's the only store in the mall of the style of clothing i like.  there is the buckle, but even their sale rack is out of my price range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, here's the story.  it's rather short.  so i was in denver last week for a few days and on one of the days i was shopping in the mall.  while i was looking in the abercrombie and finch store, the manager (at least i'm pretty sure he said he was a manager, i was only half listening) asked how often i shop there, to which i said i usually do whenever i make it down from rapid.  he then asked if i wanted to work there when the semester ended, which surprised me as i thought he was probably just doing a survey or something.  anyways, i felt a bit flattered, as rumor is (not sure if it's true or not) that A&amp;amp;F doesn't take walk in applicants for jobs, they have to ask you to work there (if someone knows for sure let me know).  so to be asked to work there, to me, means that you look good :-P  and that's the end of the story, bit longer than i thought it would be, but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10200845.post-3160164735624787535</id><published>2008-01-08T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:34:07.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>into the future</title><content type='html'>so i finally took some initiative on trying to figure what i'm gonna do after i graduate in may.  not sure if i should be looking for a job and then where i want to live, or where i want to live and then a job.  the where first seemed more logical to me so that's what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i've come up with Oregon would be a nice place to live, by both word of mouth and from what i've read.  it's relatively warm most the time, the cities i've looked at all had heaps of recreational activities.  altho there's also heaps of hippies, but i think i could deal with that :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also looked a bit into north carolina and virginia.  both of which could be nice, but i haven't heard too much from other people about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus there's the idea of living in AUS after graduating, but i'm not sure exactly how to go about that.  i do know tho that if i really want to, i need to start trying as i've heard that the older i get, the harder it will probably be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just need to find everything that i liked in AUS somewhere in the US, which means i have heaps of traveling i need to do before teh semester ends, lol.  now if only i had the money in order to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone have any input of their own???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-3160164735624787535?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10200845.post-1816101015923389294</id><published>2008-01-06T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T20:02:52.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cousin's wedding</title><content type='html'>so was in minneapolis this past weekend for my cousin's wedding.  it was fun.  i was mostly just happy that i was able to go to the reception after it since i didn't really tell him i'd be there until a couple weeks ago.  i figured if worse came to worse i'd just be 'that cousin' standing next to the bar, lol.  it all ended up working out.  i was in the so called 'party room' which was the friends of the bride and groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's interesting what stories you learn at family get-togethers, which i'm surprised of learning some new ones since my family gets together once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i learned is to not try to close down the bar with older cousins.  i was paying for it this morning until about i got back to rapid city.  great fun tho, just gotta remember i'm a bit smaller than they are, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i need to do some laundry so i can start packing to head to denver.  lots of traveling within a weeks time, but might as well get all i can before classes start again.  more specifically before i have to get a real job after i graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow this blog kinda jumps from place to place, eh its how my mind works i guess.  anyways, laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1816101015923389294?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/1816101015923389294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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has begun</title><content type='html'>so i'm not big about the whole new years resolution idea. just think that if you want to change something in your life you should do it right then and there, not wait for a new year to begin. (little side note, don't wear a necklace where the charm dangles when there's a 6 month old cat/kitten on your lab).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...altho i don't care for new years resolutions, i kinda made one for me. in a way tho it's 'cause i also feel like i don't have much to lose. it might take me a while to fully convince myself tho that i don't have much to lose. what i plan to do is to follow a quote (which i know i've said i was gonna try and do a couple times before this). the quote is from the tv show Roswell, which oddly enough is one sci-fi show i got my mom into :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm a member of that group of...outsiders. I always knew I was different...and for a long...long...time, all I wanted was to be another face in the crowd...but in the end...it wasn't possible. I guess it never was. So from now on, I'll just...concentrate on being who I really am. Some of you might not like that, some of you might even...find that frightening. But that's not my problem anymore. I have to be who I really am...and let fate take care of the rest"&lt;/blockquote&gt;basically tho, my thoughts on actually following thru with this is to stop worrying about what other people will think, which is rather hard for me to do. towards the end of the semester tho i may be able to, 'cause well i have no intention on staying in rapid once i graduate. not that rapid is exactly that horrible of a place, but its definately not where i wanna live. plus how often am i gonna see the people that go to tech? not all that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, in short my new year's resolution is to just simply to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for something random, who agrees that its kinda awkward to pull up to a 4-way stop at about the same time a cop does, where the cop is going in a perpendicular direction to you (yes i am a math major so i like to use words like perpendicular, i'd use the upside T but i don't know how to do that on here :-P). do you wait for the cop to go, and how long should you wait for the cop to go before you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok my brain isn't function so well anymore, might be time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-8813564160842275359?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/8813564160842275359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=8813564160842275359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8813564160842275359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/8813564160842275359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-has-begun.html' title='the new year has begun'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-4884101120363727268</id><published>2007-12-15T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:16:58.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wants in life?</title><content type='html'>read a friends blog entry, which had a question at the bottom of it, so i thought i'd respond to it.  her blog is located at &lt;a href="http://musings-of-a-demented-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://musings-of-a-demented-mind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i want from life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest i fully don't know.  in general i know i wanna be happy, but i'm not sure what all exactly makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that at first i was happy in high school, but towards the end i couldn't wait to get away.  i know i was happy when i first got to sdsmt, but again i can't wait to get away.  i was happy when i was in AUS, but things seem different when i've gone back to visit.  still might be able to be happy there, but don't know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do know that i enjoy making other people happy.  i enjoy doing little things, big things, almost anything to make a person happy even at my own expense.  (i've sometimes wondered tho if i truely enjoy it or if i just fear rejection if i don't make people happy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe i also wanna find someone that makes me happy, but i'm not sure what qualities this person should have.  lately i've actually been thinking about the qualities and i come up with a little dilemma (of sorts).  is it ok to hold other people to the same standards that you hold yourself?  i think i need some more thought before i answer that question.  plus i really haven't answered the ? that started this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be able to see the world.  there is so much culture everywhere that the vast majority of people never see.  heck there's loads of people that are born, raised, and die all in the same place who have never seen a different 'culture' even w/in their own country.  heck some don't even see a different 'culture' within their state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be rich, but that doesn't mean i wanna be poor either.  i just want to have enough to not worry, but still have to be conscience of how much i spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want a big house or an expensive car.  those items and similar items are just ways to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to have an affect on people, not necessarily a life changing affect, but still an affect nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that i'm gonna go find something to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4884101120363727268?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/4884101120363727268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=4884101120363727268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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alright that's a bit of an exaggeration.  they probably started being stressful somewhere in high school when i started using my own money for gifts.  now it's only gotten worse (from a college students view).  there's the stress of trying to find the perfect gift for people while having enough money to pay for it, stress of trying to keep up w/ professors realizing they hadn't assigned enough hw during the semester to make up the amount of pts they said hw would be, and also that 3rd exam that they forgot about until the week before finals, then there's finals week itself.  all this at the same time.  oh and lets not forget having to work to have the money to pay for school, rent, and the assumed perfect gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know that i'm spoiled and my stress in some of those areas is slightly less, but still people wonder why college kids are stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily this is the last year (theoretically) that i'll have finals, holiday shopping, etc to worry about at the same time.  next year it should just be my job and the shopping to worry about, here's hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo, it is nice tho how some places try to relieve some of the stress.  for example on sunday there's free 'breakfast' at 9pm, or is it 7 and ending at 9.  eh either way it's free food and a way to take a break from studying and have a chance at winning some prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well time to stop procrastinating, back to studying and then work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-3106397126597757182?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/3106397126597757182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=3106397126597757182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/3106397126597757182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/3106397126597757182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season-for-stress.html' title='&apos;tis the season for stress'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-6884898500138981728</id><published>2007-11-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:14:14.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's cold</title><content type='html'>k i know it's not nearly as cold here as the east side of the state, but it's cold!  definately wanna move somewhere that doesn't get below 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;positive things of cold weather tho are:&lt;br /&gt;     -hot chocolate (w/ kahlua)&lt;br /&gt;     -fires (in a fireplace of course)&lt;br /&gt;     -cuddling  (preferably a person, pet works as a 2nd choice, then a pillow or blanket as a last resort)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;i'm sure there's probably more, but i cant think of any and i need to head to class.  actually i'm gonna go get a mocha before heading to class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-6884898500138981728?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/6884898500138981728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=6884898500138981728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6884898500138981728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/6884898500138981728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-cold.html' title='it&apos;s cold'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-4119249233219031351</id><published>2007-11-17T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:28:50.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>warning signs</title><content type='html'>some things make you come to conclusion that you work too much.  for me it's when i go out to eat and regardless of where i go at least one of the people working say something along the lines of "not working today?"  first thing that pops into my head is 'do i know you?'  actually that's not true, first thing that pops into my head is 'are you stalking me?' :-P  after the person asks that, the people i'm with then ask who that person is, which i say 'i have no clue, but they must go to Boston's a lot'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this then makes me think of when people come in, order a drink w/ alcohol in it, and then don't have their id's but say "don't you remember, you served us a couple days ago".  to this as a server you just wanna say "no i don't, do you know how many people i see in a day?  unless you order something completely strange there's slim to nill that i'll remember you after you leave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also another sign (but along the same line) is when out at a diff restaraunt, my server refers to me as 'Boston's guy'.  or maybe i'm looking at it the wrong way.  maybe i was just so awesome of a server that the people remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how about when asleep you dream of being at work?  not sure if that happens to me or not as most nights i don't remember what i dreamed (assuming i dreamed at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet another sign of working too much is altho you have a house/apartment there is no food in the fridge or cupboards 'cause the only thing you really do at home is sleep and shower eventho you're up from 7am to midnight most days.  this is mostly due to school and work combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright now i'm just reaching for things to type, so i guess that's it for now, ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4119249233219031351?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10200845.post-1460293542203242968</id><published>2007-11-13T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:50:08.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination</title><content type='html'>so should be studying for an exam tomorrow, but kinda don't wanna and i've already procrastinated using facebook, getting a mocha (to study with), emailing, etc. so i figured why not blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today in class my teacher said "the most destructive a person can be is when they believe 100% that they are correct" (or somewhere along that line).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think about it, he is right.  some of the worst things happen when a person (or group of people) believe they are correct and others are wrong.  for example war follows this.  or on a smaller scale, how about just arguing w/ someone in general.  usually an argument happens when someone believes that they're right, when they really aren't (unless the person just likes to argue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this got me thinking of things that i believe i'm 100% correct about.  i know earlier i was able to think of a couple things but right now i can't.  and actually that is really bugging me as well.  how is it i can't think of something that i believe to be 100% correct?  ok, my mind jumped to sexuality.  i fully believe that a person has no control on who they like.  a person can't just say "i'm going to like guys (or girls) as of right now".  there may be some influences as a person grows and it may also be genetic, or most likely than not some sort of combination of the two.  i just don't see how some people can believe that it's a person's own choice in being bi or gay.  the only choice the person has is if they want to follow their feelings or live a life where they are lying not only to everyone but most importantly to themself.  and i'm gonna stop on that topic now before i just start ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's really bugging me that i can't think of anything else i feel to be fully and completely true.  i know i always think of both sides of an issue, thinking of the positives and negatives of both, but there has to be some issues or topics or something that i would stand/fight for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess to whoever is reading this, what do you believe you're 100% correct about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1460293542203242968?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/1460293542203242968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=1460293542203242968' title='0 Comments'/><link 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that i only had to work 1 day of it that i woulda been a bit more productive and getting things done like cleaning, studying, yardwork.  but nope, i haven't done any of that.  well i guess i've done some cleaning, but that's only 'cause i need to see my bedroom floor (and needed clean clothes :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started being a little productive today tho.  been looking thru all my Aussie stuff as i'm gonna be giving a short presentation on studying abroad on wednesday.  it's amazing how so many memories can not exactly be forgotten, but covered up by fresher memories (even if the newer ones aren't as good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how honest i'm suppose to be during it.  probably want me to be fully honest.  the thing is tho, that i'm letting my fear persuade me from making stuff up.  i know why i went to AUS, as to my closest friends.  it was a trip to learn more about me and who i am.  it was meant to change my life.  it was to make myself more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is it worked, in the greater sense.  i am more confident in myself.  i have learned who i am.  it has changed my life (from knowing who i am more or less).  i just don't know if i wanna tell a bunch of people i don't really know that i went because i had to get away from everything i knew so as to not be influenced by them.  then again maybe that's what some of them would need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things i'm not sure what to say is about what all i did when i was down there.  mostly i partied.  i didn't do too much touristy things as that wasn't my plan before i went there.  i had wanted to live in a different culture.  i coulda traveled around all of AUS with the other exchange students, but i spent the vast majority of the 10 months in Canberra hanging out with the Aussies on campus.  I learned heaps of phrases, slang, and about the aussie life.  the other exchange student's probably picked up some phrases and all, but i think i may have learned more and experienced the culture (at least the aussie uni student culture) better than they did.  not that they didn't experience it, they experienced a diff part of the culture than i did.  which in reality is good, as they went and experienced what they wanted to while i experienced what i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i think i figured out what i'm gonna say.  still gotta decide tho if i'm gonna be open and say what i learned about myself or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if i could only figure out what else to do today instead of doing what i should be doing (aka studying/hw)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1644952347751817907?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10200845.post-277449988969071386</id><published>2007-10-31T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:13:22.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><content type='html'>well it's halloween.  almost kinda disappointing in a way.  only seen a handful of people in things that could be somewhat considered costumes.  granted my costume isn't all that good as i'm just wearing pj's, but it is at least something.  also if you add the fact that i don't really wear pj's when i sleep (i'll leave it at that and let you think whatever you want, 'cause whatever you think you're right about 1/2 the time).  now that most of you probably just said to yourself "way too much info", back to the disappointment of costumes.  you'd think more college students would be interested in dressing up, unless they're waiting for 2nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me i get to go to work 2nite.  kinda hoping i get done a bit early as there's a party i can go to, or just simply go downtown.  if i go to the party i gotta beat the costume i had last year, which i think i can (and some of you are probably wondering what was last year, and those that do know what last years was are wondering how).  to this i answer waterpolo.  if i go downtown, definately will be a bit more conservative (if i even have a costume, which if i do i think might be a biker or cowboy, not sure).  also know that if i do go to the party i'll be a bit self-conscience at first, but also really won't be able to drink that much as the cops will most likely be out in full force tonight.  eh oh well (to the being uncomfortable at the party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the lack of costumes, it makes me get excited to work somewhere that people dress up, or at least attempt to.  to this i am referring to my friend ashley's blog where she mentions the costumes of the people in neighboring cubicles and all (&lt;a href="http://musings-of-a-demented-mind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://musings-of-a-demented-mind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k back to costumes and work.  i get to wear one, which i'm probably gonna stay in my pj's.  i had called earlier to make sure we could wear costumes again, which they said yes as long as it wasn't gorey or short skirts.  bit sad on the gorey part, but told them they didn't need to worry about me wearing a short skirt as i've never had any desire to wear a dress, skirt, kilt or anything similar (and pretty sure i never will).  the gorey thing tho is sad, well moreso being scary and such as in high school i kept scaring little kids when i was helping at Trick-or-Treat Street (or soemthing like that, the kids would go classroom to classroom trick-or-treating).  i didn't mean to scare them, i just liked painting my face like a bloody skeleton (probably part of my morbidity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...maybe i'll have a costume party sometime.  altho then i'd have to find people that like to dress up, which could be kinda hard.  to me dressing up (or dressing down, whatever) is fun 'cause you can be something you're not for a day/night/few hours, whatever.  anyways time to head to class (well at least start getting the momentum to head to class).  laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-277449988969071386?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/277449988969071386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=277449988969071386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/277449988969071386'/><link rel='self' 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my def) cd's.  eh oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here i am taking a break from working on my senior project/research and/or advance calc hw.  i wonder if i'll eventually learn to not procrastinate so much.  i do tend to get things done, but probably not to the best i could.  i did get prepared tonight tho after getting off work to pull an all-nighter.  on my way home i stopped by the store and got a 4-pack of Rockstars, 4-pack of frappucino's, and a 12 pack of mello yello (i have no intention of drinking them all tonight, i just wanted a variety of caffeine intake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere i know i've said i don't see how people can both go to school full and and have a full time job.  i have a hard enough time doing full time (w/ just 12 credits) and working part time (suppose to be around 20, but this week scheduled for 26 and i currently have slightly over 18hrs and still have 2 days left to work).  anyways, yeah not sure how those people could do it.  i did try multitasking while at work during that slow times, as i had written some of the advance calc problems in my serving notepad.  some people did look at me kinda funny as i stood there looking at my notepad for several minutes, and then looked really funny/confused when i showed them what i was working on.  tend to forget there's people out there that really haven't seen calculus all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....i'm really debating now if i should try to pull an all-nighter or not.  it's not even 2am yet and i'm already getting kinda tired (and this is after having a rockstar, frappucino, and a mello yello since 11:30).  almost tempted to have another rockstar, or at least another pop (yes pop not soda) and try to get a bit more done, but not really sure if i have the attention span to do so (also hence why i'm typing away here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i should stop typing and try to get a bit more done, or at least go to bed and wake up early to get some stuff done.  ok my comp is sounding like it's gonna take off soon (really hoping it doesn't).  then again if it does i could probably get a new one :-P  oh yeah back to waking up early, if i do i'll end up going and getting a mocha at dunn bros. where most of them at least recognize me and know what i get.  i am a bit glad i made it 1/2 way thru the semester tho before going about once a day.  but yeah, back to hw or bed, not sure yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-4509492447194039779?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/4509492447194039779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=4509492447194039779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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order to post since i forgot both the name and password.  oh well, it's expected that'll happen or else they wouldn't have a button that says "forget your password"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wonder what people at stores at best buy or similar think when you are buying movies?  every now and then i do.  like yesterday when i went in and bought Black Sheep (it's about killer sheep), 28 Days Later, and Surf's Up.  the 1st 2 kinda go together as they're both "horror", but then the 3rd definately doesn't considering it's a kids movie, so it just seems kinda out of place.  then again the people at the checkout stands probably see all sorts of things that don't go with the main genre of what a person is buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it would be a bit more fun to have a bigger stack of movies all of which are horror (say all the Saw, Hostel, etc movies) and then throw in a kids movie just to see if there is a confused expression or not.  then again everytime i expect there to be some sort of reaction there usually isn't.  depressing i know :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, killer sheep pretty funny which is the only reason i bought the movie.  the box has the quotes "...possibly the single best midnight movie of its era..." and "not for the weak of stomach"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well that's all i have, which really wasn't much at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-7877977453756814714?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/7877977453756814714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=7877977453756814714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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change, like having to create a google account.  eh oh well.  once again i think i'm gonna try to post more often.  whether or not that actually happens is a completely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i have an actual topic to write about?  not really.  i do have to say tho that it's kinda entertaining to watch drunk football fans towards the end of a close game (the game i'm mostly refering to is the one that just happened where the cowboys beat the bills by 1 point in the last few seconds of the game).  there's always lots of yelling and cheering and lots of other things that people wouldn't do otherwise as they would appear rather odd or out of place.  however in a sports bar full of other fans there's no holding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm not much of a fan of any team in general.  heck i'm not even a fan of watching sports.  i prefer to be playing them than watching them.  there might be some sports i'd enjoy watching, altho it really wouldn't be the game i'm watching so much as the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, it's kinda late, i got heaps of work to do tomorrow before i head to work.  laters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-1150250930805994600?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/1150250930805994600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=1150250930805994600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1150250930805994600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/1150250930805994600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-time.html' title='about time'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-116907374998606013</id><published>2007-01-17T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:42:29.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this kinda worries me</title><content type='html'>ok i'm not one that really get's into political stuff or get's too worked up about things, but this does worry me a bit.  i'm sure that the intentions were probably for the best, but how the results of the research can end up being used is quite terrifying.  and yes i've realized i haven't mentioned yet was worries me so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is research going on about how to alter a living beings sexuality.  currently it is just animals.  anyways here's a link to the article that caught my attention about it &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2087-2524408_1,00.html"&gt;http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,2087-2524408_1,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone have any more info on this?  i really haven't done any research on it more which is probably what i'll be doing when i find a bit more spare time, but for now i gotta get ready for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-116907374998606013?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/116907374998606013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=116907374998606013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/116907374998606013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/116907374998606013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-kinda-worries-me.html' title='this kinda worries me'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-116775915054334352</id><published>2007-01-02T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:32:30.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas break</title><content type='html'>well imagine that i haven't blogged in ages yet again.  well now it is xmas break and i have loads of time to almost do nothing.  altho there is lots of stuff i want to do today before having to go into work, such as go to the post office and send a couple of gifts (yes i know i'm quite a bit late), go to best buy and spend some gift certificate money, and go to the gym to run or lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;running, hmmm... wonder if i should make a new years resolution.  i don't think i've made a new years resolution in years.  guess i never see the point in making a resolution for yourself only at the beginning of the years.  if there's something i think i need to do i'll make the resolution then and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno i've also felt more of a scrooge this year than ever before.  no i'm not mean to people or anything, i just don't like what all is expected around the holidays (ie a sign in a local store saying "if they're on your list, they're in your heart" or something quite similar).  the sign just made me angry 'cause it's like so.... if i don't get this person something it means i don't care about them.  pretty stupid if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong i'm all for giving people things, but i prefer to go with just fun little things, as in little pins that say random stuff (but i tend to give these at the ends of semesters).  also i just think the random things are a lot more fun.  an example is the gift ashli got me, a little Stitch that came with the stuffing on the side, so i got to stuff him :-P.  that was an awesome gift in my opinion eventho it wasn't very big or expensive (as far as i know) because i know i had mentioned several times to people that i wanted a Stitch.  i'm pretty sure i can say that ashli's gift is better than the digital camera i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else that probably made me quite a bit grumpy with gifts and all is being asked of what i want.  there are a few things i wanted, but the things i want most are things that people just can't give, ie they're not materialistic at least for the most part.  the things i wanted most but couldn't actually ask people for include:&lt;br /&gt;1.  not having to be scared of people finding out who i am (in regards to me "lifestyle" which isn't even a choice as some try to argue)&lt;br /&gt;2.  wanting to be more confident in myself&lt;br /&gt;3.  people to be accepting of other people regardless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm thinking this is starting to be a book so i'll end here and who knows the next time i'll blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-116775915054334352?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/116775915054334352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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a while</title><content type='html'>well, i figured that hey since i'm procrastinating on homework i might as well update the block that i've had for quite some time that only has a few entries in it.  not much to say of what exactly is going on in life, but here some weird or interesting thoughts that have passed thru my mind lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you go to a technical school when the teacher says "it makes it more transparent" when talking about the clarity of a math equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there most like will never be a fully complete humanoid robot.  this is due to how people are always acting illogical (myself included, eventhough i like to think i am very logical, i know sometimes i act illogically).  therefore there can never be a robot that is completely human like because the robot would be programmed to always act logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys are confusing, which is quite strange considering i am a guy, so i should understand them/us (not sure about the correct way to say that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's about it for now, i kinda plan on writing more random stuff, but don't hold me to it as between going to school, working, and trying to have a social life, it doesn't leave much time for other stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-115905925205485197?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/115905925205485197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=115905925205485197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/115905925205485197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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(and many other people for that matter). actually isn't it amazing at how someone can go on and on and on without actually saying anything with any kind of importance, kinda like this paragraph).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup nothing to say, ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day/week/month/year or who knows how long: "llama face"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-113366533421418350?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/113366533421418350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=113366533421418350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/113366533421418350'/><link rel='self' 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returns: If "good" is not necessarily good, and "bad" not necessarily bad, what is "small"?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i better first start off with explaining a little bit about the book (but don't quote me on anything 'cause i'm really simplifying it and i'm most likely combining the 2 books without really knowing it). in the book the author, Bemjamin Hoff, is trying to explain the chinese term Te, and what it all entails. part of it (and Taoism) is that things are they way they are, and that a person should not try to change how things are because it would work against nature. this also works with people and how they really want to be different and are really self-conscious about themselves because they worry/believe that they are not "big" enough to do things. however the book continues to say that although a person may not be able to do things that others can, the person is able to do a lot of other things that the "bigger" people are unable to do. in short, the book (at least to me) tells you not to worry about the things that you're unable to do because of your size/abilities, but to look at all the things you can do well because those are the things that will make you great. that really didn't have all that much to do with the quote, but if you'd like to know more about the books i would say to read the books because they are really awesome (in the self reflection aspect).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-111251728668283231?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/111251728668283231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=111251728668283231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ended up being good.  anyways  so the free weekend was suppose to last until the 18th (or so i thought), but turns out that as i was watching the hulk (i've seen it already so not too annoyed) Starz decided to end the movie weekend.  the thing is that it decided to do so at 7pm on the 17th, which was 1 hr into the movie.  you'd think they would stop it at midnight or something.  i could understand if it was around 10pm or so 'cause then it would be midnight or whatever on the east coast, but 7???  although it was kinda fun to go down one channel to the next starz channel (since they have like 8 or so) and do a count down to when that channel would get turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now there's nothing to watch on tv, at least not on the channels that my mom gets although it takes about 20 minutes to channel surf thru them all.  after working 8 hrs today i really don't want to do anything that involves any serious thinking, not that my job is all that intellectually challenging, but still.  i'm actually surprised i'm sitting at a computer right now, since that's what my job entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i could do is apply for my student visa online so i actually have it when i leave to australia in a couple weeks, but i think i'll wait 'til tomorrow, plus i need a credit card and well since i have no credit i really can't get a credit card (at least one w/ a good rate or whatnot) so i gotta wait to get my mom's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....this morning i found out that it takes some skill to use a coffee pot/maker, which i guess i don't have (at least not yet).  no, i didn't make a big mess, but i wasn't able to drink any of the 3 pots of coffee that i attempted to make.  each pot only had about 2-3 cups so it wasn't like it was a big pot of coffee.  anyways, 2 of the 3 attempts the grinds somehow made it thru the filter.  on the third attempt no grinds got thru, but i don't think i used enough grinds 'cause the coffee was not exactly coffee.  it was more like water with a hint of coffee (and color) which needless to say tasted really bad.  i would have kept trying to make more, but had to get to work and had to do so w/out the aid of caffeine.  turns out that at work they have coffee, so tomorrow i'll either attempt once again to make coffee or just wait 'til i get to the office.  although it would be nice to have some caffeine in me for my 1/2 hr drive to work, i've been a bit spoiled the last 2 summers of it only taking 10min max to get to work.  oh well it's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more note to the A cubed people (you know who you are), you couldn't wait to do those things 'til next weekend when i'd be able to partake in them.  actually though it would cost me money to have gone to chili's, best buy, etc.  mostly best buy, 'cause i can't seem to go in there without coming out w/ at least one movie and/or cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til another random thought (or moment of boredom)&lt;br 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coffee'/><author><name>daz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022693305209156900</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-10200845.post-110592820825507151</id><published>2005-01-16T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T19:16:48.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer moms</title><content type='html'>So today as i was riding with my mom, i saw a car that had a soccer sticker on it.  this got me thinking of how van's and similar vehicles are considered soccer mom vehicles.  this made me think of how football, baseball, basketball are more popular than soccer, but yet there are no terms like football mom, baseball mom, etc and if there is, they are not as widely known/used as the term soccer mom.  me being a soccer player may be why i haven't heard of the &lt;em&gt;other sport&lt;/em&gt; mom terms, but still.  has anyone else ever thought of that, or is it just something a bored mind thinks of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...really can't think of anything else that deals with the topic of soccer mom's so i guess that's it for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10200845-110592820825507151?l=espritsforts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://espritsforts.blogspot.com/feeds/110592820825507151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10200845&amp;postID=110592820825507151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10200845/posts/default/110592820825507151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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