<?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-8168172713806179571</id><updated>2011-09-02T13:44:18.015-05:00</updated><category term='Phes'/><title type='text'>cRaSh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-603281834637902454</id><published>2011-09-02T13:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:44:18.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Journal....(insert Doug theme song here)This week has been nuts.Started off with a Tribe game with Ron Kent...They were free tickets and Jim Thome just came back so we had a great time at the game even though we lost. On Wednesday I go to another game with Nate and we find tickets that are 5.50 in the third row of right field...yes please. We go and have a ball. We get on the jumbo tron and I got on TV while doing the peanut butter jelly dance. We tried to hold out for the end of the game but it wasn't meant to be. Then on Thursday I began an internship I guess you could say at a radio station here in Canton. That's nice because I get some training in a radio station and it fits my schedule pretty nicely. Hopefully I can get more hands on experience here in the future.  I've been here in Canton...not on campus for a change. I've been staying with Cantleberry and it's been great catching up with him and doing stuff with him and fitting work in there every once in a while. We've been working on our golf game. The first game we played we shot 60 and 59and that was before the game on Wednesday...not really good at ll. Thursday we go to the driving range and try to figure out what is going on with our swings and we end up going again on Friday and we shoot 51 and 50. It's not the best but it's better than what we did before. I haven't made any new progress in the work field unfortunately...hoping the thing with my aunt will work out. I'd love to begin working in a hospital. If I could get any job in a communications field I'd be happy cause that means no more old navy. Things may not be advancing in the work field but relationally with my lady...I think things are moving pretty well. It's been hard not being with her...it just seems like we've been almost inseparable as of late and to all of a sudden not be able to see her and for such a long period of time..sucks. It's only been two weeks and that shouldn't feel like too long? maybe? but i can't stand being away from her for long. And once I left her last she finds out that she is really sick and I can't be there to help her feel better and it's been a roller coaster. I know that she has to have priorities and I'm the first to remind her if there is a choice that should be made but making the right decision isn't always the one that is the most fun or feels the best. If she has to choose between staying up to see me and driving home so she can get better...I want her to stay with me...but I know that she should get home so she can get better. Ugh, I hate tough choices...I hate having to leave her..I hate not having a job that is full time so I can get a ring to put on her finger...But we talked last week...I feel discouraged because I don't have a legit job and I want to be able to support living in my own place and being able to do stuff. Everyone asks me when I'm gonna put a ring on her finger and I keep saying when I get that job. They respond with what does money have to do with it? You love her, marry her already. For some reason I can't get past that. I've always pictured this marrying thing being easy? I'm not sure what the word I'm looking for is...Can we work it out as a couple this whole money thing? Yes. So I should have no reservations about putting a ring on it then right? Just need to talk to her about this more...and I look forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-603281834637902454?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/603281834637902454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=603281834637902454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/603281834637902454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/603281834637902454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-journal.html' title=''/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-6477101406447059382</id><published>2011-05-03T13:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:51:14.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>Recently I spent some time on campus of the place I've graduated from. I was on the floor I stayed every year. The floor was pretty empty, just a few people remained after graduation and it felt so much different than graduation last year. Last year I knew that I still had to go back and finish my last couple of credits...didn't realize that it would take another year for me to finish the last one. While I was staying in the room it reminded me of my first night on campus five years ago. The hall was quiet the room was empty and it just all felt like my first day alone on campus. I realized that I've come full circle and the feeling of finality came over me that night and it was a very peaceful feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-6477101406447059382?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6477101406447059382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=6477101406447059382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/6477101406447059382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/6477101406447059382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2011/05/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-125314130055937619</id><published>2010-11-16T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:39:10.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>I had so much that I wanted to write about but that was last night before I fell asleep so I've forgotten alot of it by now.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll start from after Australia..I have an email from my school that lets me know that I still have four credits that I still have to finish. Kind of a huge bummer for me. I thought that I would be finished with the whole school thing but I'm still in it I guess. &lt;br /&gt;I applied for two different jobs while in Australia..both of them Admission counselor positions. One of them at Geneva and the other at Malone and unfortunately I didn't get the nod for either of them. But that's ok you know. It's just not what God has planned for me. I just wish that I knew what awesome thing he has in store for me and how long I'll have to wait to get it. I'm willing to wait you know, I just wish I knew how long. &lt;br /&gt;I'm back on campus because I received a call from one of the professors here and she needed me to come and fill a position after it was vacated. And I'm really glad that I have the chance to come back after being in Australia. I know that not everyone has the chance to do what I'm doing right now. I'm thinking that I have the opportunity to end my college career at college and not half way around the world.&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is incredible. I can't put into words what she means to me. Last weekend we went to the osu football game and we just had a blast. Even though I managed to lost my ticket before getting to my seat and we missed all the pregame festivities and the first half of the game was terrible...just being there with her makes it all worth it. I want to be everything she needs in a boyfriend and eventually a husband. The thought of possibly being able to marry this girl blows my mind. But I know that I still have things that I have to do to get ready for that. Like a job...and a place to stay..simple things like that...I know that she makes me happy and my hope is that I can do for her what she does for me. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-125314130055937619?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/125314130055937619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=125314130055937619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/125314130055937619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/125314130055937619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/11/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-7504455374095433078</id><published>2010-05-17T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:38:05.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get crazy</title><content type='html'>I know it’s really early for this type of stuff…but I’ve graduated from college and looking at the job market this guy is kinda nervous about it. I’ve been searching for jobs that apply to my major and there aren’t too many available at this precise moment. Well there are some around that are looking for people that have a communications degree but none are actual broadcasting jobs. I don’t wanna be a guy that is doing a job in a cubicle without a window and isn’t happy doing his job. (no offense if that is you) But then again I don’t wanna be a bum either. This could be a career building job but I don’t know if it’s “the one.” I don’t want to give up on the dream so soon. I just got outta school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-7504455374095433078?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7504455374095433078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=7504455374095433078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7504455374095433078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7504455374095433078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-get-crazy.html' title='Don&apos;t get crazy'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-9045663522493702574</id><published>2010-05-17T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:30:39.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>It’s been way too long and I apologize for that. The semester here is coming to an end and that means all the teachers are piling the papers and projects on us at the last minute. It’s been a pretty huge time away for me since the last time I wrote. The biggest thing would be last weekend. On Thursday, I left one of my classes early, hopped on a plane, and began my trek home. Another long series of flights and I arrive at home on Thursday around midnight. My sister had no idea that I was coming home so that was a great surprise for her. I stayed up pretty late that first night because of the time change and adrenaline still pumping through. Sleep finally came at 3 and I woke up at 6. Holly had no idea that I was coming back either and that is what I dedicated Friday to. I was in cohorts with her dad and her seesters. Holly ended up being in the shower when I arrived at her house so I sat on the couch until she was ready. After getting herself all beautified, her dad led her out to the living room where she sees this mass of blanket on the couch. Then I am unveiled and she begins to shake and her knees buckle and tears begin to flow…we meet each other at the middle of the living room and for the first time in three months we hug…one of the most if not the best feeling I’ve ever had. There’s nothing like being away for an extended period of time and seeing someone you care about earlier than both of you expected.  For the rest of the day we were able to actually talk to each other. Skype had been letting us down lately so the only way we could “talk” was via instant messaging. We talked and made each other laugh; we attempted to take a nap but with the weather being so nice + my terrible ability to take naps= we talk outside in the warmth of the sun for three hours. We were totally fine with just enjoying each others company. I spent the rest of the day down there with her. In fact, I spent most of the weekend with her and seeing people that I haven’t seen in three months. I was able to walk in my graduation and surprise everyone else that was walking. My grandparents had no clue that I was coming either. Tyler got a nice surprise visit from me too. I stopped by his new church and said hey. Then Holly, my sis, tyler and I went to Starbucks and watched Iron Man II. All in all this was probably the best weekend getaway trip one could ever ask for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-9045663522493702574?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/9045663522493702574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=9045663522493702574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/9045663522493702574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/9045663522493702574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/05/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-1162299980909506666</id><published>2010-04-30T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:40:06.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>I finally got the chance to talk to the guys on my floor. Such a great opportunity:) I miss them heaps. When I did talk to them they told me that it is the final week of school and they have begun cramming for finals. I miss that and everything that comes along with it...late night food runs..energy drinks..late nights with no sleep...mariokart...late night runs to keep you awake..So many of those i've been so accustomed to for so long (3 years) and to not be there for the final go around and graduation...it's a really bittersweet moment. Hopefully they lived the moment up for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-1162299980909506666?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1162299980909506666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=1162299980909506666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1162299980909506666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1162299980909506666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-7290933247636829825</id><published>2010-04-20T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:53:23.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/S86EvFdbOJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/70zFOfOH4j4/s1600/100_0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/S86EvFdbOJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/70zFOfOH4j4/s320/100_0802.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462449342501304466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the A.S.Cer’s went on a trip; A trip to the Outback. This is the legit place with red dirt and heat that you’ve probably seen pictures of all the time. We left school on Monday the fifth and it was a so-so day.  It was raining most of the week before and the forecast for the upcoming week was for more rain. We left the school Monday afternoon and we could see the sunshine on the horizon but we never knew when it would reach us.  The drive was a gorgeous one. We drove past the Blue Mountains and saw a great view of Sydney and of what lay ahead of us.  Two hours into the drive we had a lunch break and we all had the chance to stretch our legs. We get back onto the bus and I finally have a window seat in the front after many rides in the back of the bus in the aisle. I’ve been staring out of the window for about three hours now and my eyes are getting heavy again…(I tend to fall asleep very easily during car rides. Not so much when I’m driving though…) I’ve been searching the landscape for kangaroo for two months haven’t seen one yet even though others have…and boom! My heart skips a beat, I forget to breath, and I scream at the top of my lungs “KANGARRROO!!! KANGARROO TO THE RIGHT!!!” I look at the tree line in front of my window and I see a mob of 10~15 kangaroo grazing on the grass and I finally feel as if I am Australia. We end the first night in a city that I don’t remember the name of and 12 of us decide we want to play some ultimate Frisbee. Turns out that there is a park around the block from the motel that we are staying at and we play there. In the middle of the field there is a tractor. That’s right. A huge, farming tractor sitting right in the middle of a field. But it was a great game nonetheless. Towards the end of the game we could see lightning and hear the thunder roll in and became fearful for the rest of the trip.  As we walk back to the motel after our game we talk to the owners of the place and they tell us that this is the first time that the city has seen rain like this in 100 years. That isn’t a typo. The next day we wake up and get back on the bus where we receive the news that the road to  Burke (the place where we’re supposed to go) is flooded and we won’t be able to get there. We are supposed to make it there at the end of that morning, Tuesday. When I hear that news I am devastated. That is one of the main reasons I came here and being the first class not to go because of rain did not go over well. We make it as far as we can, Cobarth, and we spend most of the day at a museum there that focused on the Gold Rush of Australia. Not really what I wanted to be doing on our “Outback Trip.” We spend the night there hoping that the rain will stop and the sun will come out but that would never happen.  We fall asleep to the raindrops on the roof of our rooms and we wake up to more news of the roads being flooded and no one really knowing what the new plan will be. We wait for a new plan in the dining room of the motel (which had very great food I should add. The dinner we had the night before was 30 bucks a head. Multiply that by 40 heads…they made a heaps load of money the two days we came. Because of us they actually had to put up there no vacancy signs.) and somehow Ian, the legendary driver, Melanie and Kimberly our ASC teachers know another place where we can go. Our new destination is Mt. Marunthumble. It took us another five more hours to get there but we did make it to the red ground of the Outback. We get off of the bus; look around and there isn’t too much to see. We look at the rooms and on top of our bed is a mattress covered in red dirt and cobwebs. At this point I almost broke. I was so close to being totally fed up with being out there and not doing what I thought the perfect trip would be. We end the night with a spaghetti dinner and a plague of locusts fell upon our campground. They leapt into our juice, leapt onto our plates, into our food, leapt down the shirts of so many people and down my pants. They were literally everywhere. They even jumped into our campfire while we sat around hoping the clouds would part so we could see the night sky, but it would not happen that night either.  The only thing that saved the night was the life stories we began to tell each other. These were basically our testimonies but hearing what other people have gone through totally brought us closer as a group. We wake up Thursday morning with the sun on our faces. And we’ve all been rejuvenated. We eat egg in a basket thanks to Ian and start the day off with a bang. We were staying on 35,000 acres of property and the guys who own it took all of us out on a ride on the back of their Ute= truck. The ground was still wet so the roads we traveled on were still muddy so when we drove through the puddles we were all splashed with mud. AND IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!! The Ute I was on was termed the party Ute because we were screaming at the top of our lungs any song that we could think of. Not to mention how crazy we went every time we see a kangaroo. We saw so many kangaroo riding around in the Ute. The best story I have from the back of the Ute is the two roo’s we see hoping right next to our Ute. We slow down a lil bit so they can get ahead of us and one of them does get ahead of us. We begin following that one and letting the smaller one hop behind us and over the fence. So there is a roo in front of us on the road and a fence to our immediate right. We’re flying, and screaming, “you can run you can hide but you can’t escape our love.” All of a sudden she tries to jump the fence to our right and she failed, but kept on hopping. A few feet later she tried again…and failed. This time her tail had too much of the road and we ran it over. And I have it all on video if you wanna watch it on facebook=-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-7290933247636829825?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7290933247636829825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=7290933247636829825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7290933247636829825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7290933247636829825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/S86EvFdbOJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/70zFOfOH4j4/s72-c/100_0802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-8777540841073070027</id><published>2010-04-11T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:47:58.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Crisis pt. II</title><content type='html'>So another thing i've been thinking about lately. Well not really thinking about but a kind of reality that has hit me recently...people look up to me? Really? That is something that i never expected to tell the truth. For the longest time I never wanted anyone to look up to me. I'm not a role model, i'm not a saint, i haven't saved anyone's life, why would anyone look up to me?!? One of my roommates, Trevor (who takes awesome pics btw) recently said that he looked up to me when it comes to the relationship that i have with my girlfriend and that took me by surprise. I've never done this before...this is my first relationship and i'm trying not to screw up to royally and i'm a role model because of it? Another aspect that has taken a while for me to get used to is age. I'm one of the "older" people here both in school and age. I'm graduating next month :-O and not to many people here are above sophomore status and over 21 and that's weird for me. Most of the time I have been the younger or youngest person to do something and now to be an elder statesman of a group, I don't know how to react. People automatically look towards the elders just because they are elders...I still think i'm a youngin but maybe it's time to accept the role...i dunno just throwing the content of my mind out there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-8777540841073070027?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8777540841073070027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=8777540841073070027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/8777540841073070027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/8777540841073070027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/04/identity-crisis-pt-ii.html' title='Identity Crisis pt. II'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-2751445237462820451</id><published>2010-03-29T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:52:06.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Crisis</title><content type='html'>This past Friday we had the opportunity to go to Canberra which is the capital city of Sydney. The dilemma…I had to get up at five in the morning. Now I haven’t slept well lately so sleep is very precious to me. Always has been, always will be. And I know for some of you this is a very easy thing to do. You have my up most respect. So I wake up at 5 and start getting ready and Trevor who has been up for an hour now comes into my room and begins talking to me. Dilemma two…I’m not a morning person…I’m not a five in the morning person. All I wanted to do was get through the morning, talking as little as possible. Trevor was up an hour before anyone else so he was already good to go. Needless to say he dominated the conversation and every question asked to me was answered with either yes or no…even if the question was not a yes or no question. I was beat. Anywho fast forward to Canberra. We get there and the first place we visit is the New South Wales Art Gallery. We have an hour here to walk around and see what we can see…and that wasn’t much. This place was huge and to see all that it had to offer you needed at least three hours just to give a glimpse to all the photographs, paintings, and movies here. Next was the Indonesian Consolate. There we have the chance to talk to two ambassadors for the Indonesian government. They had thick Indonesian accents and it was kinda tough to understand what they were saying but it was nice of them to come and talk to us. The next stop was the New Zealand Consolate and he was awesome. Funny guy and made foreign affairs between New Zealand and Australia very easy to understand as well as enjoyable. We stopped at the aboriginal consulate which didn’t have a building. The only thing they had was tents in front of the Australian Government Building. The land in front of the building was given back to the Aboriginal people, but that is a nugget compared to the land that they have lost. The people staying on the small piece of land in front of the building are there everyday pleading for the government to do something about the land the Aboriginals do not have. (blog on the similarities of Native Americans and Aboriginals to come.) The final stop was the hostel we were staying at for the night. At this point everyone is exhausted and wanting to eat and go to bed. But the day doesn’t stop there. Arranged for us is a class debrief of everything we saw as well as what we think about two songs, Waiting on the World to change and American Idiot. The night ended around 11.30 and sleep didn’t come easy even though I was exhausted. Underneath the hostel was a bar with an outside lounge. People were loud and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the room. With the missed opportunity of sleep the not so happy feelings of the day past stayed with me. The whole day I was feeling not so me like. I was a bit of a loner and just wanted to be off by myself. We visited the New South Wales Portrait Museum, not to be confused with the first place we visited; as well as the Australia History Museum and the War Memorial in closing. All of these places could have been more fun but it seemed like we were herded from one place to the next. “It is nice to have a schedule of things to do but let us enjoy it our way.” Being by myself most of the day gave me time to think about home and family and friends and missing people…it all came on like a landslide and I couldn’t really stop it. I’m glad it happened though. I was kinda wondering if it ever would…it reminded me of a first week of school. I look back and see how long it took for me to be comfortable back at Malone. It took a while for me to find my comfort. I had been there for three years and I knew how things went down. Now I’m in a new place with a group of new people. I’m now seeing how well I can adapt to new surroundings. This past weekend I remembered that it won’t be the same as everywhere else. I haven’t been here for three years so I’m not automatically going to be friends with everyone, I’m not going to trust everyone here right off of the bat. At times I may feel lonely, but I also need to remember that I’m not the only one that feels that way, so am I really alone? Crisis avoided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-2751445237462820451?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2751445237462820451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=2751445237462820451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2751445237462820451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2751445237462820451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/03/identity-crisis.html' title='Identity Crisis'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-306139864969178904</id><published>2010-03-09T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:28:15.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At a Stand Still</title><content type='html'>Thanks to everyone that has talked about how they are doing. Its good to hear from ya’ll. I miss you guys heaps and heaps. This past weekend was pretty awesome. It started off on Friday evening. I will be at home with just my home stay family every Friday just because the other two guys have other things they want to do. So I did some homework and I finished most of the homework for the upcoming week. Then Sue (the mother) asked if I wanted to try Thai food…I said yes. We went out and picked up some Thai and ate it at home. They all fell asleep pretty early and I watched the television. Kung Fu Panda was on and that equals a good way to spend the night by your self. Saturday consisted of some Spiderman cartoons and breakfast cereals. The whole day it was forecasted to be cloudy and thunderstormy. I had plans to go to the beach and rain or shine I was gonna go. And I did meet two other brave souls and we traveled to the beach called Bondi. We were waiting for the storm to come and the only thing we saw that day was the blue sky and the sun that is seven times shinier than in the states. We threw the Frisbee around and jumped a couple of waves and five hours later we decided we were hungry. Back in the city of Sydney there is a restaurant call Pancake on the Rocks. Imagine IHOP but three times better. The food that is in the picture of the menu is the actual food that you get in front of you. They have a blueberry pancake special, a chocolate and vanilla pancake platter served with chocolate ice cream on top, and the delicious chocolate pancake with chocolate syrup and chocolate covered strawberries. Bingo Bango…afterwards we walked around the Sydney Harbour and sat in front of the Opera House and watched the moon slowly rise. Sunday came and me and one of my roommates Trevor, spent the afternoon back at Bondi and threw the Frisbee around. At around five we came back home and watched movies on tv: Gran Turino, Flubber, and One Missed Call:). Great way to end another pretty good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So it’s been almost a month now… a whole month has almost past. That is amazing to think about. It has gone really fast already. We haven’t even done our trips to the Outback, Canberra, or New Zealand; and we still have two weeks off for Spring break and Easter!!! Time is just gonna fly by quicker and quicker. I’m having a great time here getting to know some Aucka’s and the other students that came with me, its hard for me to realize that things are still going on back home. I’m trying not to miss all the fun that is happening without me…all the things I want to be a part of but can’t cause I’m half way round the world you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-306139864969178904?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/306139864969178904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=306139864969178904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/306139864969178904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/306139864969178904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/03/at-stand-still.html' title='At a Stand Still'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-480956872742545780</id><published>2010-03-09T16:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:26:20.608-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daravi</title><content type='html'>There is a Cambodian exchange student that is staying with us here in Aussieland. Her name is Daravy (pronounced just like you read it da-rah-v) and she has been working on a 250 page thesis for her Masters degree in hydro development to take back to her home in Cambodia. We were talking about her home land at dinner Tuesday night and this is part of her story. In the 80’s the Cambodian government was overthrown. Genocide spread through the country. 2.5 million people were killed because they were educated. One of those people was Daravi’s aunt. The few ways you could live in the country were to somehow hide the knowledge you had while being inspected or you would die. How could the government know you were educated? If you knew English…the rich were the only ones to have any say in the country. The rich were the only ones with food; meanwhile the poor are starving to death. Daravi tells a story of students like her receiving scholarships to go out of the country to continue school and while overseas the Cambodian government would offer jobs to the students so they would come back. The students would come back and once landing on back on their home soil realized that it was a trick to get them back…these students were killed also. The Cambodian government rules all media of the country: tv, radio, newspapers…any criticism of the government is not tolerated. Such is the story of Daravi and her uncle. He was a reporter for one of the newspapers and he leaked much information incriminating the government showing how corrupt it is. A couple days after the article was released her uncle and his son finished running and while on the way back home were shot and killed. The paper claims that one of the friends of the son got into an argument and he is the one that shot the two men. The government is so corrupt; they had two Prime Ministers in the same year. The first won by election…he was assassinated by the man that was next in line and he would then become the next Prime Minister…this stuff is still going on over there right now.&lt;br /&gt;The mind blowing part is that she wants to go back. She is engaged and her future husband to be is still living there. Everyday they live in fear of what can happen to them just because they have gone to school. Daravi says there are many students that she talks with that go to school in a different country and never comes back. If everyone does that then who will stay and attempt to rebuild the country? She wants to be one that helps rebuild the nation. I don’t know if I could do that. I mean there is a certain level of fear that we live in back in the States, but it’s not to the level of wondering if I will die because of being smarter than the government is. I respect Daravi so much for what she wants to do for her country even though the government has done such wrong to her for such a long time…&lt;br /&gt;And that’s just part of her story…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-480956872742545780?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/480956872742545780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=480956872742545780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/480956872742545780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/480956872742545780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/03/daravi.html' title='Daravi'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-7649829487547041001</id><published>2010-03-03T15:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T16:00:24.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Little Help from my Friends</title><content type='html'>So I want to hear how you guys are doing as much as you want to hear from me. How do I have a list of blogs that I can go to? Do you know what I mean. Like a subscription list? I'm just slightly blog illiterate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-7649829487547041001?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7649829487547041001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=7649829487547041001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7649829487547041001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7649829487547041001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-need-little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='I Need a Little Help from my Friends'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-349692492228430732</id><published>2010-02-24T16:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:33:59.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine is bigger than yours</title><content type='html'>This is my typical day here in Sydney. Wake up at 5.45. I don’t know why this happens. It just does. It’s been like this for a while now and instead of fighting it trying to get back to sleep I just roll with it and start the day off strong. Roll out of bed, do a couple push ups to get the blood flowing, and say a prayer while I’m pushing.  Then go to the bathroom. Eat some breakfast at 6.15 as well as fill the water bottle and prepare something for lunch. Brush the pearly whites and put on some clothes and I’m out the door around 7.15. Walk to the train station and that probably takes five to ten minutes…probably closer to ten. Our train arrives around 7.45 and we (me, Trevor, and Eddie my homemates) stay on for two stops. We hop off the train and wait at the bus stop. Yeah for public transportation!! &lt;br /&gt;It’s is really nice here just for your information. Everyone, and I mean everyone takes it. You don’t really need to worry about guns here because they are outlawed. So kids on their way to school are taking buses and the trains to school.I know that we can’t say that to be true back in the states. There are a TON of kids going to school via the buses and they all have ipods. Every type you can imagine they have. I’ve been on the bus for a little while now and I’ve got mine in my pocket and a song that I don’t like comes on. So I reach into my pocket and all the kids standing in front of me all turn and look at me and I’m wondering why. Then the person sitting next to me I can see a smirk coming on her face cause she can see my ipod and she’s thinking to herself, “HAHAHA, silly American with his puny ipod. Mine is bigga than yoaurs.” (That was my best Australian accent attempt.) But everyone knows that its not the size that matters. It's what is on the inside that counts. You can have 3 movies on your ipod and have it be filled, or you can have 857 songs like me and be perfectly content...Any who back to me:) Depending on the traffic it can take a very short time as in 25 minutes to arrive at Uni. (that’s university in Aussie speak) Or if traffic is bad it can take up to over an hour. That is why I will try to get to school relatively early just in case. Because I get here kinda early this allows me to check the email, skype if I can, you know, the essentials…so if I have your skype address and I see that you are available then watch out cause I may give you a ring (that’s aussie for call) I’m out of class on Monday at 1.30, Tuesday and Friday at 5, Wednesday at 2 and Thursday at 4. Then to get back home I take the bus back to the train station and then two stops later I hop off and walk back home. Shouldn’t take more than 45 minutes to get back home. We eat dinner together at 7 and we eat and talk about our days and joke around with each other. Shower and homework happens until about 9 and by that time I’m exhausted. I end the day with a little devo and hit the hay after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-349692492228430732?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/349692492228430732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=349692492228430732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/349692492228430732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/349692492228430732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/02/mine-is-bigger-than-yours.html' title='Mine is bigger than yours'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-463130408169024036</id><published>2010-02-21T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:45:01.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Australia</title><content type='html'>If you are reading this then you are awesome…if you aren’t reading this then you’re just ok…don’t get me wrong you’re still pretty cool..but not as cool as those actually reading it. I hope you know that I miss you guys and hope that everything is well back in the states. So just so you know I did make it to Australia just fine…Other than dealing with the popping of my ears during the decent of the airplane in both LAX and Sydney. And yes I did sing Party in the USA after stepping off of the plane in LAX. Am I ashamed about it?.....I’m still not exactly sure about it. Everyone else here was doing the same thing. The people doing this program have been awesome. It’s killing me that I don’t know everyone’s name. The girls know my name and all the names of the other guys. Albeit there are only seven guys and thirty girls so it’s easier for them to know ours than us to know theirs. I’ll have them down by June so I’m not worried about it:) It is so beautiful out here and the roads are paved with palm trees and smells of flowers are everywhere…I’ll put some pics up and talk about some of the things that we have done in the first couple of days here. Miss you all more to come once I figure out where my classes are:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-463130408169024036?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/463130408169024036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=463130408169024036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/463130408169024036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/463130408169024036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-australia.html' title='Welcome to Australia'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-3349924479936955048</id><published>2010-02-05T16:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:38:45.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I love music. I love it alot. &lt;br /&gt;In recent news there has been two of my favorite artists that have come into some recent problems. Tye Tribbet and Da Truth cheated on their wives. Truth did it with Tye's wife and Tribbet did it with one of the girls of his choir. When I heard this I was crushed. These two guys are people that a lot of people look to for leadership. They are frontiers men on the music front and gave many a needed understanding of theology. When I heard this news I couldn't listen to any of their music without getting discouraged. How can I listen to be encouraged by music that is made by someone that cheats on their wife????&lt;br /&gt;That was in November...&lt;br /&gt;After some thinking I realized that nobody is perfect. If we all had our dirty laundry out there, our lives would fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;My church has said that we should ban the listening of their music. I disagree with this. I don't believe that we should leave these men when they need us most. We should gather around them in their time of need instead of kicking them to the curb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-3349924479936955048?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3349924479936955048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=3349924479936955048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/3349924479936955048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/3349924479936955048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-5237703072514551701</id><published>2010-01-26T12:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:33:05.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thoughts during a lazy afternoon...</title><content type='html'>For the longest time I've felt like I needed to catch up on things that I've missed out on. Being home schooled was an awesome experience and I'm really glad that I had it. I thought I was missing out on so much that alot of other kids went through. I had missed making the middle school transition. It may have been a very awkward and terrible time but I think I would want to endure it. The terrible freshman year everyone complains about, I know nothing about. Coming into my first year of high school all I wanted to do was catch up on all of that stuff. You can't really replicate those things though. It is something that needs to happen on its own. Now I can look back and say I'm glad things happened the way that they did. You can't rush time. It will always catch up with you in a strange way.&lt;br /&gt;I read this a couple of weeks ago in Genesis. The people making the tower of Babel were all speaking the same language and were able to work together and make this tower that was capable to make it to the clouds in the sky. God came down to the earth and said,"If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them." Gen 11.7 Really makes me wonder what good we can do now if we all work together now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-5237703072514551701?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5237703072514551701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=5237703072514551701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/5237703072514551701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/5237703072514551701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-thoughts-during-lazy-afternoon.html' title='Just thoughts during a lazy afternoon...'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-6659934133127676853</id><published>2010-01-04T20:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:49:22.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive sides of a magnite...</title><content type='html'>THESE TWO THINGS SHOULD NEVER BE TOGETHER!!! Chocolate and mint..and i look at it like this...when i see chocolate i think sugar, sweet, tasty, goodness, bad for teeth, dirty. When i see mint i think refreshing, cool, goodness, clean. So when you go to the olive garden and pay for your meal and you get those mints after wards...i can't eat em. i think they are horrible. either give me a mint, or give me chocolate don't give me something with both mint and chocolate in it. Or how about mint chocolate chip ice cream?? nope..that's not acceptable either. Another thing i don't see working well together is the combination of salty and sweet=nuts in ice cream. nuts are just terrible in general and should not be placed in ice cream. They are things that should be kept apart like positive sides of a magnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-6659934133127676853?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6659934133127676853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=6659934133127676853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/6659934133127676853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/6659934133127676853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2010/01/positive-sides-of-magnite.html' title='Positive sides of a magnite...'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-7201908868493293984</id><published>2009-12-27T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:03:18.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When did I grow up?</title><content type='html'>its so weird not going back to campus. its really like i'm being forced to grow up. there is a part of me that doesn't want to. leaving friends and family behind is not really what i want to think about. but there is another part of me that is accepting what is coming. i really don't have a choice though do i? i'm getting ready to go to australia, and getting ready to graduate...i just need to keep reminding myself that this transition like all the others are not permanent. the people i care about now i will still care about and that is all that really matters..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-7201908868493293984?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7201908868493293984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=7201908868493293984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7201908868493293984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7201908868493293984'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-2472784554413125605?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2472784554413125605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=2472784554413125605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2472784554413125605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2472784554413125605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-theres-this-girl.html' title='So there&apos;s this girl...'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-1632050746790440699</id><published>2009-05-13T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:38:15.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phes'/><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>its been a while since i've done one of these...&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought that i'd never use this thing again...&lt;br /&gt;but i've been wanting to keep a type of journal to just write down things a type of journal if you will..when i think of stuff so here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;i really love my parents..we've been talking about alot of the accident and it really touches the heart to hear stuff from the parents that shows that they really care about you so much...i think sometimes i forget that they care so much when i'm away at school you know..that accident really hit me hard (no pun intended) and opened my eyes to many things that i don't think i really noticed before..and they've been good things..and i'm glad that it happened minus all the bad parts and this dumb scar on my forehead that needs to hurry up and heal but alot of good has come from it..its strange how God can use things that really hurt us and us them for His good..and another school year has just passed and i totally kicked its butt even though i missed a week of school right before finals..3 a's and 3 b's..bent it over and rocked it:)i was really worried during finals..i thought i wasn't going to do so well..i always worry during finals especially because of scholarships that depend on the last week of school..but i really need to stop worrying and trust in Him more..cause He always seems to get me through it to the point where i can just say...Phew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-1632050746790440699?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1632050746790440699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=1632050746790440699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1632050746790440699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1632050746790440699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2009/05/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-5073798052447307713</id><published>2007-04-25T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:56:15.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Festival</title><content type='html'>The film festival surely lived up to the expectations I had for the show. There were the hilarious films, and the serious ones as well. Altogether it added up to a great time. My favorite two were Still Roommates, and Leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Still Roommates talked about these two guys from lower Barclay who are runners for the track team. One of them wants to go running, but its in the middle of the winter and his roommate thinks its too cold and doesn't want to go. Then they battle back and forth with snippets of songs trying to sway each other into doing what they want to do. They used Don't Touch This, Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head, and a multitude of other songs which all added up to being the best movie of the festival. In my opinion of course.&lt;br /&gt;The other great film of the night was Leaves. This was a different type of film. It was and animated type of film like Angela Anaconda, claymation, and Paper Mario all mixed in one. Its a long stretch but I understand what I mean. It was not a typical comedy, but there were some aspecs that were funny, like the way he walked, or his facial expressions, or the way that there were no words spoken at all. It was a film that just interested me. There were some other films that were more serious and very welll written like When There are No Words as well. But those two were the ones that stuck out the most to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-5073798052447307713?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5073798052447307713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=5073798052447307713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/5073798052447307713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/5073798052447307713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/film-festival.html' title='Film Festival'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-2985536315839849938</id><published>2007-04-21T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:49:12.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Serious?</title><content type='html'>Baby, baby, I'm taken with the notion&lt;br /&gt;To love you with the sweetest of devotion&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, my tender love will flow from&lt;br /&gt;The bluest sky to the deepest ocean&lt;br /&gt;Stop for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm so glad you're mine, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, the stars are shinin' for you&lt;br /&gt;And just like me, I'm sure that they adore you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, go walkin' through the forest&lt;br /&gt;The birds above a-singin' you a chorus&lt;br /&gt;Stop for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Baby, they're so glad you're mine, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since the day&lt;br /&gt;You put my heart in motion&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I realize that there's&lt;br /&gt;Just no getting over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, in any kind of weather&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you always and forever&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, no muscle man could sever&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is true and it will never&lt;br /&gt;Stop for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm so glad you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since the day&lt;br /&gt;You put my heart in motion&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I realize&lt;br /&gt;There's no getting over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since the day&lt;br /&gt;You put my heart in motion&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I realize that there's&lt;br /&gt;Just no getting over you&lt;br /&gt;Over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, always and forever&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;Here for you, baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about you, it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, be mine&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop giving love&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop, no&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm so glad that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have the lyrics of Amy Grants controversial smash hit "Baby, Baby."  Before the song came out Amy Grant was known as a Christian artist.  One who wrote worship songs about Christ.  And when the song debuted it came as a shock to the Christian radio stations. They were boycotting the song because it was not the typical stuff they were acustomed to. Now look at that time there are some reasons that I agree with it, and other reasons i don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian music had a certain type of standard in the 90's. And the song didn't really fit those, and that's understandable.  But to boycott the song is wrong. It's a song about love.  Christians do happen to fall in love and get married. Or maybe its a different type of love song for God.  These critics believed she was going mainstream so she could make money.  The only thing she was trying to do was make "family friendly" music that did not have any cursing, or references of sex. She wanted good music on the radio.  If that is something to be persecuted for..then so be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-2985536315839849938?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2985536315839849938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=2985536315839849938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2985536315839849938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2985536315839849938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-you-serious.html' title='Are You Serious?'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-903049050236510669</id><published>2007-04-14T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:51:46.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days and Three Nights</title><content type='html'>so i have to make a list of all the media i have taken in for the past three days......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television-Sportscenter, Cleveland Indians Game, Family Guy, Jeopardy, Cavaliers Game&lt;br /&gt;Books-Challenging Minds&lt;br /&gt;Music-Jay-Z, Linkin Park, Lecrae, Rascal Flatts,Grits, Superchicks, Fred Hammond, Avenged Sevenfold, Building 429, Jonas Brothers, Relient K&lt;br /&gt;Internet-facebook, hotmail, espn fantasy baseball, sports illustrated, malone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television-Sportscenter, Cleveland Indians, Malone College Station, Lingo, Man vs. Wild&lt;br /&gt;Plays-Screwtape Letters&lt;br /&gt;Music-Jay-Z, Linkin Park, Lecrae, Rascal Flatts,Grits, Superchicks, Fred Hammond, Avenged Sevenfold, Building 429, Jonas Brothers, Relient K, Fergie, Village People, Michael Jackson, *NSYNC, Marcia Griffith, and a whole lot more i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Internet-facebook, hotmail, espn fantasy baseball, sports illustrated, malone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television-sportscenter, cleveland indians, cleveland cavaliers, american gladiators, shark tales&lt;br /&gt;Music-Jay-Z, Linkin Park, Lecrae, Rascal Flatts,Grits, Superchicks, Fred Hammond, Avenged Sevenfold, Building 429, Jonas Brothers, Relient K&lt;br /&gt;Internet-facebook, hotmail, espn fantasy baseball, sports illustrated, malone, blogger, google&lt;br /&gt;from what i can tell from the list i have a very scheduled life..i listen to pretty much the same stuff, watch the same shows, and visit the same sites on the web.i thought i was an interesting dude, but my life is just a scheduled list of things to do before i go to sleep, and then i do the same stuff the next day...but maybe i'm not as scheduled as i think. this all may be a result of being a college student, or maybe its a sign that i'm finally growing up..but not too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-903049050236510669?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/903049050236510669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=903049050236510669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/903049050236510669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/903049050236510669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-days-and-three-nights.html' title='Three Days and Three Nights'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-7991160326776568705</id><published>2007-04-14T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:08:10.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Touches</title><content type='html'>so last class we had a huge discussion on music and how it effects the way we feel about certain parts of movies and television shows. i listened during the class and realized that i never really thought about music like that, so i put it to the test. early this morning, after the dance was over, i was laying in bed watching either animal planet or discovery channel and there was some show about monkeys on. this guy was in some remote forrest by himself and these apes in trees. now the guy had been walking around for a good ten minutes, with the monkeys jumping from tree to tree the whole time. he heard them, but was not able to see them and he became slightly frightened. i was totally fine because it wasn't me that had to worry about being attacked, but all of a sudden this scary music came on and my heart started to race. then i realized that i was in my room, by myself, in the dark. it really creeped me out, and then they put a picture up of a "demonic monkey" that they had computer generated and all the fear went away because it didn't look real at all.  but the fact that i was fearless until the music came on made me realize that music plays a very important part in media. everytime you turn on the tv there is music. there are very few commercials without music. and if you hear that song that you can't get outta your head you by it on itunes or you just walk around with an annoying song in your head and you will always remember it as that geico song with the neanderthal walking through the airport...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-7991160326776568705?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/7991160326776568705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=7991160326776568705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7991160326776568705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/7991160326776568705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/musical-touches.html' title='Musical Touches'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-40808293792415364</id><published>2007-04-07T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T19:28:06.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Compare the News</title><content type='html'>so i was watching sportscenter, the news epicenter for all sports fans, to see what was happening in the world of sports when stuart scott says the browns have signed jamal lewis to a contract.  now this was going on at the time where many other free agents were being signed also, so it just came in a huge segement with the other big stars going to new teams. to me this is a monumental event. i turned the channel to cbs around the time the local news was on and they were  a little bit more excited about the signing, and so where the papers around town.  it was tough to see the writers excitement though because it wasn't in my face at the time that it happened it was a day later. but the paper did have more inside information that sportscenter and the news did not have which made it a plus anyway. i sometimes wish sportscenter and the news would wait until they had all of the informaion instead of speculating or guessing what the next move will be. sometimes they may get it right, but most of the time they are way off and that makes me not trust them as much with the information that i get from them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-40808293792415364?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/40808293792415364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=40808293792415364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/40808293792415364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/40808293792415364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/compare-news.html' title='Compare the News'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-1479061811133417299</id><published>2007-04-07T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:35:30.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm one two..8-0</title><content type='html'>Reading Kendra's post on how she is a Beckie..I realize that we all have that one thing that we will do pretty much anything for, and if we miss that something it is either for a death in the family, or wife giving birth and our hearts break.  But we can just tape or tivo that thing if its on tv and watch it when we get back to our daily routine.  Kendra's obsession is listening to Glen Beck.  &lt;br /&gt;Mine is watching 24 and listening to the Indians on the radio. Like the trekkies they watch the new show every week. I do the same with 24 and the tribe and i get this close[                } to crying if I miss any of them and something vital happens. &lt;br /&gt;I two try to get all the inside info on the indians and 24 such as new video games and movies for 24..and any trades or signings for the indians.&lt;br /&gt;when listening to the games on the radio i find myself talking to the announcers or laughing out loud with them, or screaming at them..i do that alot for 24 as well now that i think about it. but this does not make me crazy..it just makes me a lover of the sport of fanaticism&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-1479061811133417299?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1479061811133417299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=1479061811133417299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1479061811133417299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1479061811133417299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-one-two8-0.html' title='I&apos;m one two..8-0'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-3629736508238613085</id><published>2007-03-31T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:43:44.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an observation</title><content type='html'>I am watching John Q at the moment and I saw a couple of things that i wanted to harp on...&lt;br /&gt;In the opening scene there is a young woman that is driving a car and we never see her whole face.  It just sparks my intereste in her..what part does she play in the movie..I mean they would not just have a random lady being hit by a car for no reason you know..its kinda like that guy on home improvement..the one that we never see his whole face..its either covered partly by a fence or there is some other obstruction that keeps us from seeing any part of his face from the nose down.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I wanted to harp on was the scene where the "Barbie" girl  in the hospital scene beats up her boyfriend.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/Rg8OBJtquSI/AAAAAAAAABo/iUni10ithW0/s1600-h/johnq%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/Rg8OBJtquSI/AAAAAAAAABo/iUni10ithW0/s320/johnq%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048269120255736098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She totally just kicks the living crap out of him and the other hostages in the emergence room cringe in pain and laugh at the worthless bag of dirt that is being run thrown into a erupting volcano that has been dormant for years...i just thought that it showed the human side of the actors..i was able to relate to what was going on..not the man being beat up by his girlfriend and rightfully so..but the people that we're laughing at him..that sounds sorta harsh but its true..i was laughing at him too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-3629736508238613085?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3629736508238613085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=3629736508238613085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/3629736508238613085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/3629736508238613085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-observation.html' title='Just an observation'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/Rg8OBJtquSI/AAAAAAAAABo/iUni10ithW0/s72-c/johnq%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-5465760113341467419</id><published>2007-03-31T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:32:05.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Serious</title><content type='html'>"Space, the final frontier.  These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.&lt;br /&gt;Her five year mission: to explore strange new worlds.  To seek out new life&lt;br /&gt;and new civilizations.  To boldly go where no man has gone before"...That is what Captain Picard said at the beginning of each episode of Star Trek the Next Generation.  Thanks to that series there have been many runoffs of the show such as Voyager, Deep Space Nine, and Enterprise.  There have also been many different movies that have been made as well such as Nemesis, First Contact, and not to mention the series of nine from 1980 to 1998.  But the one movie that is the least serious of them all is the documentary called "Trekkies".&lt;br /&gt;     Now as you all know we had to watch the movie in class and Rudd told us to take the movie seriously and take notes on it.  Now i'm not gonna lie I thought I was gonna take it serious the class before because I had never heard of the movie.  Wow.  The first five minutes of the movie let me know that I was going to be laughing the whole time.  The movie focused on the fast growing obsession of the television show.  One of the people it focused on was a fifteen year old that was preparing to attend a convention of the show.  His father equipped his old car into a space shuttle from the Next Generation Series, and he was able to get some lady that he knows to sew a uniform from the show for him to wear to the convention.  Now when everyone saw this there was a huge uproar of laughter and snickering over the amount of time and effort that was required for all of this to happen, and the fact that there are kids our age that would actually want to do something like that.  One of the ladies that were talked about wore her uniform to a trial at which she was a in the jury.  You would think that if you were called to be in a jury trial that one should wear something appropriate for the occasion not a costume from a television show. Should we take this type of thing seriously.  Maybe we should.  Its not that far from the football fans that wear ourlandish things to football games and have tailgate parties starting at six in the morning on December 24th.  Its not as crazy as some of us may think it to be.  I'm sure we all have that something that we go absolute crazy for...star trek just happens to be there's...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-5465760113341467419?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/5465760113341467419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=5465760113341467419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/5465760113341467419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/5465760113341467419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-serious.html' title='Are You Serious'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-62007100017372225</id><published>2007-03-17T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:54:16.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Debate</title><content type='html'>Friday, as we know, we had a debate over which is better the media conglomerates that are on balance..that was the good side..the other side doesn't really matter right now..both sides did bring up some good points and i don't think that both sides were completely correct in the conclusions they came to. you know what no..i believe that the good side won that debate..first of all it was the harder side to choose. the fact that we were had a rebuttle for every idea that they tried to bring up would probably mean that we had the better ending.the debate is more than the people that came to the podium and made jokes..its about the info that the speakers gave. to say that people can't be indivduals is crazy..if this were to be true then there would be no blogger. in my opinion the info of the group that stated how the m.c.'s are on balance won..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-62007100017372225?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/62007100017372225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=62007100017372225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/62007100017372225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/62007100017372225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/great-debate.html' title='The Great Debate'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-6748284612785001679</id><published>2007-03-17T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T22:36:05.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now That's Comedy part deux</title><content type='html'>And then we have a younger commercial...&lt;br /&gt;The Budweiser commercial that we all saw last year at the superbowl..if for some reason you haven't seen it here is the low down..there is one beer left at this house party, and two guys walk up to the cooler and both of them want it so they decide to have a rock, paper, scissor battle..one guy throws out paper and the other a rock that knocks out the other guy..its really funny when you see it..my writing about it does not give it justice..&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfyyAOZme1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Kazz2gf_EUs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfyyAOZme1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Kazz2gf_EUs/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043101399683332946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that really grinds my gears though is when there are the commercials that don't really have a meaning to it.. i mean some of the good ones are funny and you know what they are selling at the same time..like the officemax commercials..but then you have some of these like go daddy. com and you don't really know what they are trying to sell so you have to end up watching the commercial fifty times to figure out what is going on..but anywell that's all i've got to say about that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-6748284612785001679?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6748284612785001679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=6748284612785001679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/6748284612785001679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/6748284612785001679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-thats-comedy-part-deux.html' title='Now That&apos;s Comedy part deux'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfyyAOZme1I/AAAAAAAAABc/Kazz2gf_EUs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-2214844206917911927</id><published>2007-03-10T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:53:16.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's comedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some of the funniest things happen during the one thing that most television watchers hate the most..commercials. personally, i would think the world we be a much better place without these things that interrupt 24. but i know that without these commercials 24 would not be possible..but anyway back to the topic..some of the older funnier commericals...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfOKV-ZmezI/AAAAAAAAABM/SEDnU-lREiA/s1600-h/040223_quiznos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfOKV-ZmezI/AAAAAAAAABM/SEDnU-lREiA/s320/040223_quiznos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040524518089980722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one i remember for Quizno's Subs. they had this unusuall looking rat type deal and it would sing in a high pitched voice, "We love the subs! 'Cuz they are good to us. The Quiznos subs. They are tasty, they are crunchy, they are warm because they toast them. They got a PEPPER BAR!" when i first saw that commerical i was between freaked out and pee in your pants..that is one of the weirdest commercials that one could ever see..if you wanna check it out you can go to www.visit4info.com quiznos sub..&lt;br /&gt;another old hilarious commercial is the rubberband man commercials for officemax..the two funniest ones that i rememeber are the ones where he is walking through the office, and through a town in the summer. for the one through the office he is walking around with a cart full of different office supplies and is dancing while giving each one out to the workers in the office. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfOLDeZme0I/AAAAAAAAABU/iEFje55AB4k/s1600-h/rbm02%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfOLDeZme0I/AAAAAAAAABU/iEFje55AB4k/s320/rbm02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040525299774028610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the summer commercial he is dancing through a city taking away all of the fun things that the kids are playing with and giving them school supplies. and throughout the whole commercial the oldschool rubberbandman song is playing. (that might be a lil oldschool for all you kids out there i know) and you can check this one out at www.visit4info.com keyword officemax. well it looks like that will be the last blog for the week..i'll have to finish this one at another time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-2214844206917911927?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2214844206917911927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=2214844206917911927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2214844206917911927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2214844206917911927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/now-thats-comedy.html' title='Now that&apos;s comedy'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfOKV-ZmezI/AAAAAAAAABM/SEDnU-lREiA/s72-c/040223_quiznos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-8504799399912761376</id><published>2007-03-10T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:14:04.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Armed and Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was playing a well known videogame a couple of days ago (HALO 2) and one the guys i was playing with brought up an amazing observation. he said that everyone else was wearing no armor, but the two main characters that you play as are wearing the most. i paused the game and thought about that for a minute. i thought about all of the movies and tv shows and other video games that i played and realized that it is true for most of them. ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Keifer Sutherland-24- most of the time he goes into a situation with guns blazing with nothing on. unless its an organized thing. at that time he might be wearing a bulletproof vest. but it doesn't matter because Jack eats bullets for breakfast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mel Gibson-The Patriot, Braveheart-in both of those movies he kills people with an unorthodox method..no protection..and with a hatchet..that means he is very close to the man he is killing with an easy chance of being shot or stabbed..and he does get stabbed and shot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Denzel Washington-Deja Vu, Man on Fire- once again he doesn't wear any protection and he ends up getting shot..alot..in both movies he ends up dying at least once because of gunshot wounds..(sorry if i ruined the ending if you have not watched any of these movies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfNJMeZmeyI/AAAAAAAAABE/i6Gjys9Shrw/s1600-h/me-halo2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040452886625418018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfNJMeZmeyI/AAAAAAAAABE/i6Gjys9Shrw/s320/me-halo2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Commander-Halo 1,2,3-need i say anymore..look at him for crying out loud..he can sleep in a tornado and not feel a thing...that is how you go into battle..with as much armor on and the most powerful weapons you can have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-8504799399912761376?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8504799399912761376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=8504799399912761376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/8504799399912761376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/8504799399912761376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/armed-and-ready.html' title='Armed and Ready'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfNJMeZmeyI/AAAAAAAAABE/i6Gjys9Shrw/s72-c/me-halo2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-1508440033453504079</id><published>2007-03-10T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:49:11.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for Visiting Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;we had everything we wanted except for the perfect actor for the job. the problem was we could not settle for anything than the best. instead of leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hollywood&lt;/span&gt; with our heads down and our tails between our legs, we walked over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;arnold&lt;/span&gt; bodybuilder and talked to him for a little while. it turned out that he was not satisfied with the part that he was offered by another writer. we ended up putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arnold&lt;/span&gt; in a corner by himself with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laura&lt;/span&gt;, myself, and the producers surrounding him and we all talked to him about the script that was made for him and he ended up signing the contract with us and everything was settled. towards the end of the class we tried to sign a love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;interest but she was too stuck up. she said that she did not want to have a back up role with an actor that has never been in a bust. but that was her decision. hopefully the people will like what laura and i came up with and all the people that talked trash about us wil eat their words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-1508440033453504079?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1508440033453504079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=1508440033453504079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1508440033453504079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1508440033453504079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/thanks-for-visiting-hollywood.html' title='Thanks for Visiting Hollywood'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-3739198219108654533</id><published>2007-03-10T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T17:37:04.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so i think that i'll agree with the other thousands of students that have taken the class when i say that the hollywood class is the best fifty minutes we will spend in that classroom. it was fun to be a part of the role playing as everyone was either a writer, agent, actor/actress, and producer. the class gave us a fun way to take some of the things that we had learned in class and actually put those things to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was the partner of laura s. and together we were the beginners luck writers. as the writers we had a list of things we were. one thing on the list was the type of movie we were supposed to write. we knew the type of movie was supposed to be an action flick but we had a tough time coming up with a good story line. we didn't finish in the time that we were given so when everything had been set into motion all the writers and actors/actressess flocked over to the producers with the most money trying to sweettalk their way into getting the producers approval. we took our time trying to come up with a good story, but once we did we realized that we were on the outside looking in because the two producers we hogged up. instead of trying to sweet talk our way into a signing we decided to talk to the producers that had the least amount of money. we were able to get them to sign us and we were on our way to making a movie. 270&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;unfortunately, it took probably half of the class time to make a script that was up to par with what we wanted an&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfNApuZmexI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xZtcx5IxU18/s1600-h/tomb%20raider[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040443493531941650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfNApuZmexI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xZtcx5IxU18/s320/tomb%2520raider%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d the producers that the actor we wanted, arnold bodybuilder, had already signed with other writers. so laura came up with the brilliant idea of changing the lead around for a female that will kick butt like angelina jolie in tomb raider..334 we looked for Gloria we were able to talk to her before she made her final decision. she did not want to be in another pretty girl movie and the thoughts of going around the globe killing guys interested her very much. we thought that we had found the person for the part, she had us in her final two she choose from, but she decided to sign with some other writers that had already had experience in the field for some stupid reason so we were back to where we started..without a actor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-3739198219108654533?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3739198219108654533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=3739198219108654533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/3739198219108654533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/3739198219108654533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome-to-hollywood.html' title='Welcome to Hollywood'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RfNApuZmexI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xZtcx5IxU18/s72-c/tomb%2520raider%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-3104651804650226436</id><published>2007-03-03T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:08:33.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/Reop_sLg2zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/H6yIzWZbyNo/s1600-h/facebook%20ad[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037885307335269170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/Reop_sLg2zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/H6yIzWZbyNo/s320/facebook%2520ad%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The new semiotic domain that has taken over the world is Facebook. You can put a profile which tells the world all about you. You can put your age, hometown, school, interests, activities, favorites, and relationship status. You can put your favorite pictures up for the friends to see, and the wierd stalker people as well. Messages can be placed on a wall that everyone has in their profile, and for those messages that you don't want others to see you can send those messages too. Different people ask to be your friend from your profile, and there are smaller groups that invite you to be a part in it. Some actually have a point and others don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;People can join the facebook nation just by signing up for it. Anyone with an email address can. That's probably why so many people have. Facebook started only for the college folk, but after enough bickering from high school kids the Maker's decided to let them in as well. I joined thanks to a friend of mine. I didn't want to have a facebook because I thought it would be an easy place for stalkers to know way to much about me. The day after I took the red pill I realized that it wasn't that bad at all...I was hooked. I spent more time on facebook than I did doing homework. The only way that people can become an expert in the art of facebooking is being on it a lot. There are a lot of different features that take a lot of time to get used to: pictures, making groups, events, and my posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-3104651804650226436?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/3104651804650226436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=3104651804650226436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/3104651804650226436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/3104651804650226436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/03/book-of-faces.html' title='The Book of Faces'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/Reop_sLg2zI/AAAAAAAAAAw/H6yIzWZbyNo/s72-c/facebook%2520ad%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-2136033108052746683</id><published>2007-02-17T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T18:52:40.077-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogme 96</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RdevAiqSVrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XJUrO-1K5qY/s1600-h/gigli_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032683532448847538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RdevAiqSVrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XJUrO-1K5qY/s320/gigli_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Dogma 95, at the time, may have been a good idea for producers. The main thesis for the movement, in my opinion, was to have a way for producers with not a lot of resources to make a mediocre movie and get it out into the mainstream. The cost of production would be cut drastically when not having to use props, extra sound effects, visual effects, lighting, or cameras. It would make everyone involved with the movie focus more on what is being filmed; actors and moviegoer's alike. Therefore, there would no longer be any movies out there like "Gigly." And not to mention there would be no sex scenes or killing in the movies so anyone could go and watch. The only time that would be used would be the here and now so we would be more focused on what is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion though, the idea is horrible. Most of us that go to the movies so we can see the killing, visual effects. We want to be scared so much that we pee in our pants. We want to be able to imagine what the future will be like even though we are not able to fly with cars yet. The visual effects are what make the whole movie. The better that they look, the more the sound effects blow us out of our chairs, the more we will want to go see the movie over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-2136033108052746683?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/2136033108052746683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=2136033108052746683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2136033108052746683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/2136033108052746683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/dogme-96.html' title='Dogme 96'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RdevAiqSVrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/XJUrO-1K5qY/s72-c/gigli_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-8761629161388527390</id><published>2007-02-03T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T17:18:05.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen Saw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RcUYJXxF7SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VmGTSUzepNs/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RcUYJXxF7SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VmGTSUzepNs/s320/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027451108306840866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you haven't seen saw let me be the first to tell you that it is not for the weak of heart..or stomach.  the first two movies use both open and closed frames, but more of the open frames.  it is used  a lot when there is a scene where someone decides to cut some random part of their body off.  i believe that those are the worst parts because you can't see what's going on so your imagination gets the best of you.  thoses scenes really freak me out because you know what's going to happen but you cant see it. then again you have the closed scenes where you see people being burned alive, or being decapitated, and those just make you wanna puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-8761629161388527390?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/8761629161388527390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=8761629161388527390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/8761629161388527390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/8761629161388527390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-seen-saw.html' title='Have You Seen Saw?'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fLFa6Q6NsCg/RcUYJXxF7SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VmGTSUzepNs/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8168172713806179571.post-718771036432453204</id><published>2007-02-03T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:37:23.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mice and Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So two thursdays ago i got the chance to host a prospective student. i was really excited to get the chance because it doesnt happen to often.  he called me the night before and asked me some questions about the things that happen on campus and about how excited he was to come.  everytime i answered a question he said," oh that's really cool."  he finally came on a thursday evening and as we were walking to my dorm he asked me some questions about the campus.  as he was talking i remembered answering the same questions the day before.  when he came back from celebration i asked him how it was and he said," oh it was really cool."  before we went to sleep he had more questions to ask, the same that i answered earlier and to every answer he said,"oh that's really cool."  the next morning we headed to breakfast with jon.  tristian asked him a couple of questions and they were all the same ones that i had answered the day before. after breakfast we headed back to the barn and he once again told me how excited he was about staying and i said," yeah man that's really cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-718771036432453204?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/718771036432453204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=718771036432453204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/718771036432453204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/718771036432453204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-mice-and-men.html' title='Of Mice and Men'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-1563104956073154360</id><published>2007-01-27T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:32:44.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The one place that I could trust to give me information on how to live has let me down.  Turning to Disney has given countless of others false hope on how to find love.  Lets use Aladdin for example.  We all know the story.  Two restless, young hearts searching for something to fill an empty feeling in their heart somehow bump into each other in a crowded street.  One being a beautiful princess and the other being a worthless street rat.  And before you know it Aladdin has Jasmine back at his place.  They haven't even known each other for a day.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And as we know how the story ends they end up getting married thanks to a flying carpet, monkey, and magic genie.  First of all genies and flying carpets don't exist so they can't help you out. A monkey may be able to though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Beauty and the Beast, Belle's father gets lost in the middle of nowhere, and is taken captive by a Beast.  Belle finds her father, takes his place as captive.  They read a book, have a dance, dinner, and a snowball fight.  They end up falling in love and living happily ever after.  This can be seen in every Disney movie with a princess in it.  When are they going to show the real side of love.  A guy being turned down by a girl.  And since when has everyone in the movie been incredibly good looking.  It usually doesn't work that way.  &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately, most of us have had to learn the hard way.  But if we wish upon a star maybe that dream can finaly come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is love?  Is it just a four letter word? A second hand emotion? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-1563104956073154360?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/1563104956073154360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=1563104956073154360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1563104956073154360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/1563104956073154360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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-8168172713806179571.post-6216058124057364407</id><published>2007-01-10T10:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T13:01:39.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universal Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The older I get, the more I realize that music is a very important part everyone's my life.  I use it almost too much.  Right now its to the point to where it gets scary.  When I am doing homework in my room I either have the radio on, or a CD playing.  When I walk to class I have my I-Pod in my ears, and if I don't I am usually singing some song in my head.  There's a guy that lives across the hall from me, and he is always complaining because he hears a song that I am singing and the song gets stuck in his head.  The stuff that I listen to is very broad.  One day I'll be listening to Earth, Wind and Fire, and the next day I'll be listening to Alanis Morissette.&lt;br /&gt;We have that song for when we fall in love, when we get angry we turn to this type of music.  When we get happy we listen to this type of music.  We may not listen to the same stuff, but it would be very tough to find someone that can say they hate every type of music.  Music, like the world, is so diverse.  No two types are the same, but it contains a universal language that we all speak.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8168172713806179571-6216058124057364407?l=worldofwaves.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/feeds/6216058124057364407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8168172713806179571&amp;postID=6216058124057364407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/6216058124057364407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8168172713806179571/posts/default/6216058124057364407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worldofwaves.blogspot.com/2007/01/test.html' title='The Universal Language'/><author><name>d-lew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03216708406250372138</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></feed>
