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  <title>Only dead fish...</title>
  <subtitle>go with the flow.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-10-19T02:27:15Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:basktballpunk22:30877</id>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-10-18T22:11:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-19T02:25:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-19T02:27:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Best Days" by Graham Colton</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had an hour to spare in between classes on Friday with nothing else to do (or rather, nothing else I wanted to do). I took this meme from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_iluvbeingme23' lj:user='iluvbeingme23' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://iluvbeingme23.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://iluvbeingme23.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;iluvbeingme23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IDK why it took me all weekend to post it, but here it is anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things I wish I could say to people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I feel like you sit with me out of obligation. I understand that you have other friends, it doesn't bother me when you hang out with them.&lt;br /&gt;2. You invest too much in him. Find satisfaction in other areas of life, and learn to be happy without him.&lt;br /&gt;3. I really miss laughing with you, discussing random things, talking about music or television. I basically just miss your friendship.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes I hate it when you complain about work, because you don't realize how much I wish I could have a job like you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop being so self-deprecating. You're the only one who believes the things you say about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;6. I wish you were less judgmental. Maybe then I would feel more comfortable telling you things.&lt;br /&gt;7. It's called eardrums... I have them. Stop hurting them by talking so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;8. You are hilarious and you don't even know how much our conversations can lift my spirits.&lt;br /&gt;9. Stop liking Twilight. It's evil.&lt;br /&gt;10. I am so glad you are in my classes, because I would not survive them without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;note: if you really have an issue with something I said ^^ cause you think it's about you, just email me or something. LOL.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine things about myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am seriously addicted to Mythbusters. It is one of the coolest shows ever, and if I ever have kids I will probably force them to watch it. &lt;br /&gt;2. I actually enjoy writing a lot. I just don't enjoy having other people read what I write, which is why not many people know I do. &lt;br /&gt;3. I love music. Currently I am in love with Kris Allen's &amp;amp; John Mayer's music/voices and I cannot wait for their albums to come out on Nov.17th&lt;br /&gt;4. I like to take pictures and I kind of wish I had a nicer camera. Then Chaz &amp;amp; I could go out on photography trips. =D&lt;br /&gt;5. I have this odd desire to see if I could make enough pudding to fill a bathtub. I've wanted to do this for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;6. I've recently lost all motivation when it comes to academics. For the first time in my life, I'm turning in late assignments and it doesn't even bother me. &lt;br /&gt;7. I am kind of a control freak. I'm finding that the more I drive, the more it bothers me to ride with other people driving because of my control issues. &lt;br /&gt;8. I am seriously considering dyeing my hair. I need a change, even if it's just to a darker shade of brown. &lt;br /&gt;9. When my professors/classmates point out the fact that I'm always reading while on campus, it makes me really happy. I don't know why, but it does. (Bookworms, FTW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight ways to win my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch sports with me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not back down from a debate. &lt;br /&gt;3. Know music.&lt;br /&gt;4. Open doors for me (chivalry is not dead, people)&lt;br /&gt;5. Be happy. Don't depress me.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be confident, not cocky.&lt;br /&gt;7. Love kids and play with them.&lt;br /&gt;8. Chocolate- duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things that cross my mind a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Random songs (and they don't go away, urg)&lt;br /&gt;2. Family/Friends&lt;br /&gt;3. &amp;quot;I should twitter that!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jesus&lt;br /&gt;5. The desire to sleep&lt;br /&gt;6. Dirty jokes&lt;br /&gt;7. Books/TV/Movies (especially random quotes from them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six things I do before I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Check my email&lt;br /&gt;2. Turn on my air conditioner for noise (or TV now that it's colder out)&lt;br /&gt;3. Change into PJ's&lt;br /&gt;4. Take off my glasses &lt;br /&gt;5. Go to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;6. Set alarm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places that I want to visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Australia&lt;br /&gt;2. London&lt;br /&gt;3. California&lt;br /&gt;4. Rome&lt;br /&gt;5. Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four things I'm wearing right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Star Trek T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. Black jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. Socks that don't match&lt;br /&gt;4. Dirty sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three bands I listen to often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kris Allen (I don't care if that doesn't count as a band... he's at least 2/3 of my Most Played on my iTunes)&lt;br /&gt;2. The Fray&lt;br /&gt;3. Big Bad Voodoo Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be a mother&lt;br /&gt;2. Live on my own (just to prove to myself that I can do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Instead of paying attention in class this morning, I was twittering Chelsea, solving a sudoku puzzle, and browsing thinkgeek.com. I am becoming one of those students that I used to always look down on.</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-09-30T23:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-01T03:49:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-01T03:49:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;have a five page paper due on Friday that I&amp;nbsp;have not even begun to think about. Even though it's supposed to articulate my entire view on the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am far too apathetic for college. I don't know why I don't care about my grades anymore, but I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I&amp;nbsp;actually could get my license, and consequently a job, maybe I would feel like doing more with my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note: Xena and I&amp;nbsp;made caramel apples for the first time, GLEE&amp;nbsp;is freakin' AMAZING, the Kris Allen single &amp;quot;Live Like We're Dying&amp;quot; has been on repeat, I&amp;nbsp;get to hang out with my friends this weekend &amp;amp;&amp;amp; go see another football game with my dad. And did I mention that GLEE&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;FREAKIN' AMAZING?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:basktballpunk22:30280</id>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-09-08T23:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-09T04:07:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-09T04:07:10Z</updated>
    <category term="books"/>
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    <lj:music>I Want You Back by The Jackson 5</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I am slowly coming to find out that college is basically just like high school. In that it can be incredibly boring, there are classmates that will annoy the crap out of you, and there's still homework.... (although college homework is like high school homework on steroids). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do not miss high school in the slightest (something I am kind of shocked by), I&amp;nbsp;do &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;miss hanging out with all of my friends. I do have friends at college and hopefully as the semester progresses I&amp;nbsp;can make some more, but it just is not the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking all of that into account, I have enjoyed college so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I have not been enjoying? &lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;NEW&amp;nbsp;MOON&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well call it &lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;NEW CRAP&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; instead, because that is what it is: crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am being a little harsh (maybe not), but this book is getting on my last nerve. It epitomizes everything that is wrong with a modern pre-teen girl's perspective on love. And it makes it seem like it is impossible for a guy and a girl to be friends without any form of romantic feelings being involved, because every single male friend of hers has a huge crush on her. Which does not even make sense, by the way, since she is supposedly a clumsy, awkward,&amp;nbsp; ordinary/unattractive girl and yet all these guys are fawning over her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a very brief period of time in the middle of the book, I actually found myself enjoying it a tiny bit... but then Bella went back to being her emo, vampire-dependent self, going on about how perfect Edward is and how he basically ripped a hole in her soul by leaving. You know what, chica? Get over it. YOU&amp;nbsp;ARE ONLY SIXTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-06-22T01:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-22T05:36:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-22T05:36:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Belated Promise Ring by Iron &amp; Wine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on graduation, I feel like it was kinda... anticlimactic. Maybe it just hasn't really sunk in yet. Or maybe it's just because I&amp;nbsp;haven't really done much since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's another thing that is kinda weird... I say I&amp;nbsp;haven't done much, but I actually have done quite a bit, it just does NOT feel like it. I hung out with the family, I started Operation Organization, I&amp;nbsp;went to the Farmer's Market at Ostinango with Xena, I went to see a movie, I went out for lunch with the family and the Miners, ect...&amp;nbsp;That's a LOT more than I did last year right after school was over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. maybe I'm just in a strange mood right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random end-note: if anyone is interested in listening to a new song or something, I am suggesting &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87o2zIIPeq0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Tore The Line by Tyler Hilton&lt;/a&gt;. It's a good listen =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-06-19T01:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-19T05:31:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-19T05:31:33Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially launching Operation Organization tomorrow (uh, today? since it's 1:30ish). Since&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have no job for the summer, I am going to organize the Cramer Household to the best of my ability. I'm hoping maybe this will help me become more organized for college life (and life in general, I suppose). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 1 is the downstairs. Not even I, am brave enough to begin with the basement. *shudders* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to start with the kitchen counter, where it seems every paper or mail item ends up (and gets lost).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and here are the pictures Chels requested (again!):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/DSCF7137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/DSCF7140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/DSCF7141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Random...</title>
    <published>2009-05-24T22:40:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-24T22:40:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>No Boundaries by Kris Allen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When I went to church this morning, I sat in the backseat of my dad's car. I did not notice or remember that the seat I had sat in was COVERED IN GLITTER. So I went to church with glitter on my pants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the opening prayer for church Pastor Chuck said something that had me and my dad holding back our laughter. He was praying that we would live faithfully &amp;amp; something else that starts with an &amp;quot;F&amp;quot; and he then proceeded to pray that we would &amp;quot;live our lives according to those F-words&amp;quot;...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *open mouth, enter foot?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power went out during the closing prayer and when we got home we realized we had lost power at our house as well. So I had to find other ways to entertain myself. I&amp;nbsp;cleaned out the old hutch that we are replacing with the new one... and since I found a reciet in the bottom of one of the shelves dating 1995, I am going to take a wild guess and say we hadn't cleaned it out in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also descovered while cleaning it out that we. are. candle-whores. I'm too scared to count how many we own.</content>
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    <title>Pre-Jr./Sr. Thoughts</title>
    <published>2009-05-16T16:15:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-16T16:15:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't think people realize just how much girls have to worry about when it comes to a Jr./Sr. banquet type event. It is ridiculous how much work goes into it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- getting a date (some worry more than others)&lt;br /&gt;- coordinating outfit with your date&lt;br /&gt;- finding a dress (can't be higher than the knee, can't be showing too much up top, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;- finding a shawl/sweater to go with dress (since we can't show our shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;- getting shoes to match dress&lt;br /&gt;- doing nails&amp;nbsp; (toes &amp;amp; fingers)&lt;br /&gt;- figuring out how you want your hair done&lt;br /&gt;- making an appointment for your hair to get done&lt;br /&gt;- sitting in a salon for 2 hours getting your hair done&lt;br /&gt;- makeup &lt;br /&gt;- getting a boutonniere or corsage&amp;nbsp;for your date if you have one&lt;br /&gt;- and then everyone worries about after-party stuff and setting up carpools and times to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats just the surface! &amp;nbsp;Why do we bother with all this crap!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was up to me, I'd go to the banquet in jeans, T-shirt, &amp;amp; flip-flops, then go bowling and call it a day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all this worth it? Well, I guess we'll find out by tomorrow.</content>
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    <title>Soda Revelation</title>
    <published>2009-05-16T15:31:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-16T15:31:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just helped my mom count out the bottles and cans we have so my dad could take them to the Can Man. And this family drinks WAY TOO MUCH SODA! AND My mom said that the count this time was actually smaller than usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 171 bottles and 274 cans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets estimate that each bottle cost us $1.34&amp;nbsp; and that every can was in a&amp;nbsp; case of 12 and that each case cost $3.35. &lt;span style="font-size: smaller"&gt;(I&amp;nbsp;got the prices from my mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means we spent $306.19 on soda &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, no more soda for Heather.</content>
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    <title>Kris Allen Picspam</title>
    <published>2009-04-29T22:56:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-29T22:56:24Z</updated>
    <category term="pics"/>
    <category term="kris allen"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Urrrgg. Kristina!! She got me addicted to American Idol! I used to HATE this show. Now I am posting a BUTT-load of pictures of one of the contestants on my LJ&amp;nbsp;. **Sigh**&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&amp;nbsp;have decided that Kris Allen &amp;amp; his wife Katy remind me of Chelsea and Jonathan. In a good way. They are just too freakin' adorable together. Sometimes to the point that it is &lt;em&gt;sickeningly &lt;/em&gt;sweet. But in this case, it's just cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/1_447515925l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/1_835718176l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/1_839438552l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/3258658839_ec14fb7256_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/1_628796051l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/1_652299485l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/AI8-Cap-Kris-Top13L-0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because men with kids are &amp;lt;3, here are some more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/n55000495_33180257_813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/vq0206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/1_960515038l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then some of my personal favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/2aafpy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/n2215100245_38487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="702" width="780" alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/CHD-PAI-Kris-0021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think 14 photos is enough....&amp;nbsp;I am not a stalker I swear!!!</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-04-27T23:43:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-28T03:55:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-28T03:56:40Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I was watching CSI: Miami and the episode has to do with a&amp;nbsp; murder of a reality show contestant. There is a scene with Velera, a lab tech, and Ryan, a CSI, that I found interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valera: Oh yeah, sorry. I'm not really into TV. You can't beat the smell of old books.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;33333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, at the end of the scene Ryan comes back and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ryan: Thanks, Valera. Oh, uh, by the way old books are printed with lead-based inks, which makes them toxic. And they say television's hazardous to your health?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... WHAT!? I&amp;nbsp;say LIES! ALL LIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Kris Allen Story</title>
    <published>2009-04-21T02:59:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-21T03:01:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Okay, as most of you know,&amp;nbsp;I have never really been a big fan of American Idol. In fact one season, I actually &lt;em&gt;detested &lt;/em&gt;it. But Kristina got me hooked on it this year (uuurrrggg I&amp;nbsp;will get my revenge somehow!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite contestant is Kris Allen. And&amp;nbsp;I just read this story about him on a fansite of his and I had to share it.&amp;nbsp;It pretty much shows why I like this guy so much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;We heard a story about Kris that we felt we just had to share. As some of you may know, Kris has been on mission trips across the world to Spain, Morocco, South Africa, Mozambique, Burma, and Thailand. While the most predominant story that has circulated on the internet has been Kris&amp;rsquo;s near death experience in Morocco when he fell gravely ill, this story is heart-warming and telling of Kris&amp;rsquo;s character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before traveling to Thailand, Kris decided that he wanted to bring along his new $700 guitar, a beautiful Takamine, that his parents had recently given him. Of course, Kris&amp;rsquo;s parents thought he should leave his prized-possession at home and go without this guitar. Promising to keep it safe, Kris chose to take the Takamine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his trip across Southeast Asia, Kris managed to transport the guitar unharmed. But one day, Kris attended a worship service at a large refugee camp in Thailand. There was a local girl leading worship playing a guitar, though her guitar wasn&amp;rsquo;t compatible with the plug for the amps and most of the crowd had difficulty hearing. Without complete knowledge of why or what he was doing, Kris began to cry; and, feeling moved to act, he approached the stage and the girl. He laid down his guitar and plugged in his new, expensive guitar into the amp and walked away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris later called his parents, worried that they would be upset with him for having given away his new Takamine guitar. But, of course, the Allens were simply moved by Kris&amp;rsquo;s gesture and proud of the man they had raised. Now, on American Idol, Kris has received many free gifts from clothing designers and from the show, but none of which are more meaningful than a number of new, Takamine guitars.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/25ugrus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-04-12T23:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-13T03:59:47Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-13T03:59:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted on here in awhile so I thought I should. But unfortunately I&amp;nbsp;am feeling particularly uninspired today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just going to share&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqmfa0MdLnc"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video of Mason Plumlee, a future freshman at Duke. He actually makes dunking 3 basketballs at once look &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt;.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:basktballpunk22:27164</id>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-04-02T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-03T02:31:56Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-03T03:01:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben, I am proud to introduce you to the amazing show that is Boy Meets Word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the episode I&amp;nbsp;recommend for you to&amp;nbsp;watch first. It's the first episode of the 2nd season. If anyone else has any episode recommendations, post them in the comments! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PkHI0_4Byg&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekKdtM49fkY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJwh8jVIODc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETA: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode is also recommended, from the first season:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdQFlfO_KGQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDeu7q3aX8c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRf0193ePoI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, ignore the fact that the actors are older in the intro than in the episode. I don't know why it's like that.&lt;/strong&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:basktballpunk22:26994</id>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-03-25T15:19:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-25T19:28:18Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-25T19:28:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in a &lt;a href="http://basktballpunk22.livejournal.com/21255.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;said that I&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;found the wierdest mascot in Xavier's&amp;nbsp;Blue Blob. But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;clearly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I&amp;nbsp;had not done my research. Here are some of the &lt;em&gt;weirdest &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;scariest &lt;/em&gt;mascots from the NCAA Tournament:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/45760295.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Western Kentucky (I have NO idea what it is doing in this picture, btw):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/45760401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/herkythehawkeye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-03-09T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-10T02:29:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-10T02:29:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Extremely random post, and the only one who will probably get it is Xena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m28/basktballpunk22/lush_bathbombs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are Lush &amp;quot;Bath Bombs&amp;quot;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not very masculine in any sense of the word, lol...</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-03-03T20:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-04T01:51:01Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-04T01:51:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Duke vs. Florida State game</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning out my closet is a monumentous task. A task that I, for some reason, decided to tackle today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random things that I discovered in my closet include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini-basketball &lt;br /&gt;trampoline (with only 3 of 6 legs)&lt;br /&gt;cowboy hat (slightly dented)&lt;br /&gt;a crutch (only one... not sure where the 2nd one is)&lt;br /&gt;9 posters (Houston Rockets, NBA All-Stars, 4 different Star Wars, Penguins, A pheonix, and Linkin Park)&lt;br /&gt;carpet cleaning spray&lt;br /&gt;2 pillows&lt;br /&gt;2 picture frames (one with the glass broken, another inflatable flower-power one)&lt;br /&gt;a LOT of socks &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;towels&lt;br /&gt;a stuffed ape (that is staying in the closet), and a stuffed dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now my closet is extremely clean. AND I color-coodinated all of the clothes. At least I got &lt;em&gt;something &lt;/em&gt;done today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am watching the Duke vs. Florida State game, the only real &lt;u&gt;nerd &lt;/u&gt;way: online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-03-03T17:33:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T22:48:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-03T22:48:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;just watched a video in which this woman tested whether or not people view you differently when you wear glasses. She tested it in 3 different areas: a job interview, trying to get a date, and in a school classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the school classroom she had twins (one with glasses on, and one without) stand in front of the class and introduce themselves. Then she asked the class which twin they would want to help them with their homework. 36 out of 44 kids stood up and said they would want the twin with the glasses to help them. When asked why, they said that it was because he looked more intellegent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job interview wasn't really affected by the glasses at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third area was trying to get a date. She went into&amp;nbsp;a room with about 5 guys and they talked and then they had to fill out a survey about whether or not she was the type of person they would want to date. She went into 2 different rooms, one room she went into with glasses on and the other with contacts in. And the results were interesting... for &amp;quot;sex appeal&amp;quot; the first group, where she went withOUT glasses, she was given a 39 out of 50 and the guys said that she was attractive. But in the second group, where she wore the glasses, she was given only a 30 out of 50 and the guys said she looked &amp;quot;educated&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;like a librarian&amp;quot;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as someone who wears glasses, I am not sure what to think about this little experiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-03-01T22:27:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T03:33:24Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T03:33:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm watching this Discovery Health special called &amp;quot;Baby Madness and Candid Kids&amp;quot;...These kids are adorable and halarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to be a mother. Hopefully, that is something that God has in His plan for me.</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-02-18T19:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T00:26:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T00:27:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pleads and Postcards by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I wish that my parents were more strict with me. Made me get involved in things when I was younger, forced me to do chores, things like that. Because maybe if they had, I would actually have some sort of self-discipline in my life instead of just going through life with no real priorities or rules. Maybe I would have a passion for something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong:&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;LOVE my life, my family, and my upbringing. I am extremely blessed to have two amazing parents who care about me. And usually I love the fact that they've let me do practically whatever I've wanted to do. But I am just bored&amp;nbsp;with having no true desire or passion in life. Because maybe if I did have a passion or true interest in something I&amp;nbsp;might actually know what I want to do with my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, alas.... there are a lot of &amp;quot;maybe's&amp;quot; in this post. And I don't like dealing with &amp;quot;what if's&amp;quot; &amp;amp; &amp;quot;maybe's&amp;quot;....</content>
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    <title>Reflections...</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T03:44:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T03:48:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Oysters by Matt Duke</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It has been almost 2 months since the beginning of the new year, and already I have learned &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt;. About myself, my friends, life in general, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think The Fight (and yes, it deserves to be capatitalized) is what taught me the most. I&amp;nbsp;learned a lot about myself, and what areas in my life I really need to improve upon. I learned that I am more defensive and stubborn than I thought I was. I tend to think that my way is always the right way, even when it isn't, and when I start to think that way I ignore what other people are trying to tell me. Basically, I am a control freak. I'll admit it, okay! I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oddly enough, the reason I had been thinking about this has to do with a comment Chelsea said to me awhile back. It was when everyone was talking/debating about that worksheet/paper Mr. Churchward gave us where we had to mark which statement was true about salvation. She said something about how I&amp;nbsp;just didn't agree with him because I didn't like the fact that he was implying I had no control over whether or not I got saved.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sort of right in a way. I&amp;nbsp;think that is where most of my spiritual struggles are centered. I always try to fix my sin problems on my own. Which is obviously why they aren't fixed yet. I&amp;nbsp;need to learn that it's God who fixes those problems, not me. He is in control - not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also learned a lot about how I should deal with people. Specifically people who don't get along. But that is a whole other topic that I don't have the energy to talk about, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been meaning to write this post for a long time now. But yet again, my procrastination skills started working overtime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a random side note: I&amp;nbsp;hate it when youtube does &amp;quot;maintenance updates&amp;quot; and doesn't allow me to watch videos. That takes away half of my life when I have no school!!</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-02-14T19:18:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-15T00:24:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-15T00:24:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;saw Friday the 13th on... Friday the 13th, lol... and (if you take out the pointless nudity) it was really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made $750 at the bake sale we had today! That is AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of my aunts are at the house for the weekend, and I love them... they are awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I could get rid of whatever sickness thingy I have, then this weekend would be totally rockin'</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-02-12T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-13T03:28:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-13T03:28:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A true friend is someone who is there for you, when he'd rather be anywhere else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Len Wein</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-02-02T19:11:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-03T00:18:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-03T00:18:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I wish that I could turn back time and change things that I've done, or words I've said, or my response to situations. I would change so many things: the time a friend completely back-stabbed me and I felt actual fury for the first time,&amp;nbsp; the first time a computer and I were alone. Sometimes I would even like to go back and change how I responded to a certain wizard &amp;quot;wrockumentary&amp;quot; (shhhh... don't tell Xena). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, I really wish I could go back in time and just re-do this entire day.</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-02-01T18:34:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-01T23:47:23Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-01T23:47:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, Ben &amp;amp; Chelsea both did their posts about our new-found passion about pro-life rights, and I guess it's my turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I went to church there was an insert in the bulletin for the Life Choices Center. It's amazing the way God drops us little reminders here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get involved somehow. I kind of want to volunteer at the Life Choices Center, but I probably wouldn't be able to do that until I'm living on my own or at least can drive myself places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while I was looking at some websites, I came across this song that is by Flipsyde and it's written as a man's apology for his involvement in an abortion, and it is him addressing the child he would have had. I think it is amazing. Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qj3nWy7HMs"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen to it on youtube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>basktballpunk22 @ 2009-01-28T23:03:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-29T04:03:58Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Sometimes I&amp;nbsp;hate the internet. If you really stop to think about the way it has affected our society - is it really all it's cracked up to be? Sure, there are a lot of great things that we have been able to do because of it. Instant messaging, for instance, or skype - making it possible for us to talk to people on the other side of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is so much crap on the internet. Crap that can subtly make a way into your life... and slowly&amp;nbsp;change you, maybe even&amp;nbsp;desensitize you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&amp;nbsp;seriously hate how much time people - and I - spend on it. For instance, apparently it's not normal&amp;nbsp;anymore at my house&amp;nbsp;to watch a movie without doing something on your laptop while you're watching it. This frustrates me a lot.</content>
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