<?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-13016923</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:33:20.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb stuff I notice</title><subtitle type='html'>Things I noticed when I went to College</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016923.post-2014440506147281844</id><published>2007-06-12T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T19:06:47.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Work</title><content type='html'>Alright boys and girls heres somethings you need to know. I work at a local day camp that is until this morning when I gave them my 2 weeks notice. Any way This morning we had a women come in and drop off her daughter. Now I have spoken to this women many a time and she has always been very pleasent to me and my staff. however last night when her husband picked up her daughter he claimed to have seen my self and a member of my staff acting in a inapproprete manner in front of th children. This is Bull, if any one knows how to act and when to act it is me. however this mother did not comfront myself the man incharge of day to day opperations she went striaght to to director of the enitre country club. he then phoned my boss who called me and the young lady involved in. we came in expecting that this was just a run of the mill meeting. we were wrong. The young women and my self are very close personal friends and have been seeing each other socialy for the past 3 weeks we did not want any of the co workers around us to think that I was playing favorites or that she was just trying to get better pay. so anyway we were given  the right act about how to behave in front of children, We sat there and smiled and agreed and said nothing to contridict what was being said. We then informed them of what was happening in our lives and that we have been seeing each other for about a month. they laughed and said just keep it proffesional. we had no roblems with doing that. however at the meeting I could not help but wonder what we had done wrong, I do not remeber kissing her or touching her in a manner that I should not have in front of children.  So I asked, this complaint was issued because she was holding my hand as we walked back to the tent from aquatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see My only point is maybe she was just a close friend who need to be comforted or maybe she was playing around. I have this strange feeling that people just need to lighten up. If this man feels so uncomfortable looking at 2 people who care enough to show then how does he show his wife love or his children? Now I know love is a strong word God knows I am not really sure what love is, but I like to think it is knowing that you like someone enough that you dont care who knows it and they feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mans wife Came in today to pick up their child and I could not help but wonder if he thought holding hands in front of children for but a brief period of time was inaproprette then when was the last time he said a kind and loving word to his wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I am getting at is that if you have someone that you like enough to think that you love them then say and show it. because if you say it, it is nice but if you show it well That is just the icing on the cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-2014440506147281844?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/2014440506147281844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=2014440506147281844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/2014440506147281844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/2014440506147281844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2007/06/love-work.html' title='Love, Work'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-116831326346563948</id><published>2007-01-08T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T19:27:43.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new sister.</title><content type='html'>I know that there are very few people who read this blog but it is just a way for me to speak my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to talk about my parents today. you see I am the oldest child of six. I am going to college and getting ready to take flight adn become a productive member of the world. my youngest brother is a sophmore in highschool and is loving it. he is playing football next yr and wants to go to college in Phili.  Then I havemy sisters, first is aynsley she is a swimming manica. she wants to swim for university of gorgia which I guess is big, and Hope she wants to be a proffesional violinist. and go to julirad. then the smallest of us all for now is lark she is three yrs old and is a running terror but we love her. she wants to be dora the explore when she grows. So now my parents are getting on a plane for Hong Kong tomorrow to get my youngest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see my parents have so much love for there children now that they decied why not share with a child who does not get any at all. If every person would just show half as much love has they did I think they world would be that much of a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-116831326346563948?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/116831326346563948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=116831326346563948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/116831326346563948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/116831326346563948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-sister.html' title='My new sister.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-116191480828600792</id><published>2006-10-26T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:06:48.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal Science</title><content type='html'>Alright I am in my second year of college in Durango. and I am taking a class that is really cool and really fun. But today We went to Sunnyside meat proscessing plant and watches to sheep give there lives so that we could eat them. Now I will let you know that tis did not bother me a great deal. the person in the class it did bother is friend of mine I will refire to as Shyhawk 1 he is a very big guy and is a wide recevier on the football team. He is a great guy but had no idea what was going to happen and ending up  stadning with his face in the coner and saying that he was never going to eat sheep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, The whole thing was very interesting the way the kill the animal and they way the gut it it was all very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-116191480828600792?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/116191480828600792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=116191480828600792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/116191480828600792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/116191480828600792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/10/animal-science.html' title='Animal Science'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-114749501586878763</id><published>2006-05-12T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:37:42.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draining the Lizard.</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am was driving home form durango where i live during the school year and I had to get up really early and check out cause My school housing sucks. Anyway, I drank about 6 Mountain Dews and 2 six packs of these drinks called Vault. I had never had them before and WOW those things are AMMMMazing, anyway I was drinving back and came to the consturction on wolf creek pass and i had to wait for like an hour and half but as i sat there waiting within the first five minutes I had to go and to make things worse there was a waterfall beside me. So I sat there holding really hard this piss in. so I got going and I did not need to go again. So I was haulin balls home going between 90-95 on I-25 and got about 45 minutes outside pueblo and I had to go bad. By this time I had, had another three DEWS. I was on a roll. So I pull of and start draining the lizard. I then here the one sound that would make a grown man .....well Pee himself . There is not one but 2 state troopers behind ma and are walking up on me. So I have no control over what is happening in the lower half off my body and they tell me to turn around I say sir I am taking a leak the say do it So I do and the girl trooper starts to laugh so hard and the older man tells me to put it away I have no control So I do a force piss which hurts alittle bit and pu it away. The officer says that they have been following me for about and hour and I say crap here comes he ticket. I tell them that I am sorry but I have been up since about 7 o'clokc this moring and am just trying to get home. I told them the resaon I was moving so fast is because I wastrying to get to peublo before I stopped and peed but could not make it. I showed them the bottles of dew and vualt that now covered the passenger side floor and they told me because The roads where not to busy and that I had enough eviedince proving I had to go that they where just going to issue me a verbal warning. I was lets just say relived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-114749501586878763?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114749501586878763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=114749501586878763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114749501586878763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114749501586878763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/05/draining-lizard.html' title='Draining the Lizard.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-114611077685643404</id><published>2006-04-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:06:16.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>Well the end of my first year of college has come I have moved out of my dorm room and am writing my first post to you from my bedroom in Colorado Springs. As i write this post I was going to tell you about the amount of traffic i had to put up with to get home or tell you how for half of the trip I followed a large truck that was carring a large tank. Then I came to this one thought Home what is home Is it where you sleep at night. If that is the case then I have a lot of homes. I have a home in Durango, Washington, Idaho, Texas, New Mexico. I have a home in every state, or is it where your things are well the smae case. I have come to the conclusion tha home is not where it is how. Home is when you walk in the door and have no problems taking your shoes off or leaving them on and putting your feet on the table and just relaxing I think home is a place when you come in you are automaticlly welcomed and no one asks you why you are there.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I say this is because I just came home and I have to say it feels great no having to worry about anything and I can eat good food again. But The first thing that happened to me when i came in was My little sister ran up to me and gave me huge hug and said HI. Then my mom did the same thing. My dad already had the one meal I had been craving done and out of the grill CHill DOGS MMMMM. I sat down and we had dinner like nothing had changed.&lt;br /&gt;If there is sucha thing has Heaven on earth this is my heaven sitting down with my family and eating my favorite meal. With Dora the Explorer on in the background to keep my baby sister from driving us all crazy, my little brother talking about nothing but video games, My parents listening and trying to get into the whole video game thing, both of my sisters wanting me to takeing them to the mall tomorrow and me justing wanting to eat my Hot Dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-114611077685643404?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114611077685643404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=114611077685643404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114611077685643404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114611077685643404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-114377093642567310</id><published>2006-03-30T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:08:56.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I wish I could do</title><content type='html'>Today Nothing happened and I am so happy about this As I am sitting here I can not help but notice that the campus is very quite tonight. It is a strange feeling you see for the first time since I have been here This night is the quitest it has ever been and you know what I love it. As the school year starts to come to an end I am realixing that I am about to finish up my first year of college and I only have three years of this left. I have never thought this through untill this moring as I sat down in front of a really bad omlete I sat and i realized that there is stuff that i thought I wanted to do in school and things that I want to do. I have to admit that I wanted to go to spring break in cancun but now I sit back and realize that My have been a mistake and what i really want to do is back pack in Zion National Forest And go to europe for three weeks over christmas break I want to go snowboarding in Alaska Which is where I am originally From and then the one thing that i really hope that I a do is find My future wife someone that I can live and love for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things i want to do in my college life and I hope I can do them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if this post sounds like I am rambaling It is because I have been up for about 19 Hours and are ready to call it a night but still have stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I will talk to you guys later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-114377093642567310?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114377093642567310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=114377093642567310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114377093642567310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114377093642567310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-i-wish-i-could-do.html' title='Things I wish I could do'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-114307000998470982</id><published>2006-03-22T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:26:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Crappy Weather</title><content type='html'>Ok so spring break is over and it is time to go home. When the saturday before I left I heard that there was a huge snow storm that had dumped about 2 feet of snow On the mountian pass that I to drive over to get home. This pass is goes by the name WOLF CREEK PASS. This pass is really steep and kinda scary road. Anyway me and my 2 friends that i was giving a ride back to school left The Colorado Springs area at about 10 o'clock in the morning. so that put us at the pass at about 1 o'clock and when we got there we found out that the pass had been closed and would not open untill about noon on monday. well the problem with this is we had classes monday morning. So to make a long story short we indeeded  up driving to new mexico to stay the night with my Grandma. Both of my friends hit it of with her and before we knew it she was making us change ligh bulbs and  then we went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way I missed all of my classes trying to get to Durango and my friends missed most of theirs. anyway I have to say that I would love if the weather would give me aweeks notice when it deciededs to do something like that because it screwed my whole week up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-114307000998470982?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114307000998470982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=114307000998470982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114307000998470982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114307000998470982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-crappy-weather.html' title='I Hate Crappy Weather'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-114127301218578721</id><published>2006-03-01T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:16:52.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring break</title><content type='html'>Well It is that time of the year when the college kids do one of 2 things. The first of which would be go to mexico and get drunk and and have unprotected sex and try to get on MTV. The other would bego home and start looking for a summer job maybe eat some home made food and get some sleep. Well ladies and gentalmen I am doing the second one I am going to go home and sleep and go do some stuff maybe on monday I will begin looking for a summer job then after that we are down to the food. There are a few things that I love one of which is food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I need form you. I am asking for all of your crazy or funny spring break storys. If it something you did on highschool or college come on and tell me it should give you and all of my readers a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-114127301218578721?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114127301218578721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=114127301218578721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114127301218578721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114127301218578721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring break'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-114066982843621382</id><published>2006-02-22T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:43:48.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentalmen I am not going to be funny today or tell an amusing story that has happened to me during my time in college. As many of you know I worked with the Colorado Springs police department. Today at about 11 o'clock this morning one of the Officers with the Colorado Springs Police department was shot and killed. Now I personally did not know this officer but fell that as a person who writes a blog should let you know that these men and women go out on the streets every day and risk their lives to keep you safe. so the next time you get pulled over or have any contacted with the police negative or posititve please thank them for there hard work and risking there lives for us. Just Remember that police are there for you and They put themselves in harms way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-114066982843621382?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/114066982843621382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=114066982843621382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114066982843621382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/114066982843621382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-113988009125349915</id><published>2006-02-13T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:21:31.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>need some help</title><content type='html'>Now if any of you have been talking to me in that past couple of days you will know that I am not really enjoying my time down here at Fort Lewis. I have considered transfering schools To Seattle University. But I have yet to make up my mind. It would be great to hear what you guys think. Also if any Seattle Students read this wheather form or current I would really like to hear from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-113988009125349915?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113988009125349915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=113988009125349915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113988009125349915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113988009125349915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/need-some-help.html' title='need some help'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-113968426548284435</id><published>2006-02-11T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:57:45.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Cermony</title><content type='html'>OK So I watched the Cermony last night and I found something out. They where long too long. All i wanted to see was the US walk in and the tourch to get lit. However there where things that where very cool about the opening. If you watched them you saw the Gaint Skier who made that huge jump and you also the Peace Dover. how ever I just think that they just took to long and was really hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-113968426548284435?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113968426548284435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=113968426548284435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113968426548284435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113968426548284435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/opening-cermony.html' title='Opening Cermony'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-113954452297101790</id><published>2006-02-09T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:08:42.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/444/1128/1600/111_1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/444/1128/320/111_1171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK guys and Gals you might get a kick outa this one. I was sitting in my Socioligy Class listening to a person who might be about four Cheese Burgers short of a happy meal. Any way She is talking about poverty in the USA and She looks a one of the many native American kids in the Class and says "You know what I am talking about" And he looks back up at her and Say " I have not a clue what you are talking about lady I grew up in Miami and My dad is a Doctor" and Got up and walked out of the class. This might be the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Happened about todays ago. Today My teacher came in and had to issue and appoligy in front of the whole class. we all laughed but she did not think it was funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought you guys would like to see how people who are trained not to judge still stereotype people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you guys might want to see one of the pics form a Police training trip I went on this summer in Honolulu HI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-113954452297101790?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113954452297101790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=113954452297101790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113954452297101790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113954452297101790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/02/major-mistake.html' title='Major Mistake'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-113798914909971554</id><published>2006-01-22T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:05:49.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEAHAWKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE SEAHAWKS ARE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know I am a huge Seahawks fan. I have never been so happy in my life. Ok that might be a lie but This is a good day in Ian land. First the pretty much shut out the Panthers and now for the first time since the begining of the tam they are going to SuperBowl XL. I think it is funny because  I am an XL guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-113798914909971554?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113798914909971554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=113798914909971554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113798914909971554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113798914909971554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/seahawks.html' title='SEAHAWKS'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-113796132138276497</id><published>2006-01-22T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T12:22:01.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What up guys and gals well My classes have started and I already hate one of my teachers. My Sociology teacher I am begining to think that she is completely crazy. She has said things that are completely false and i have proved her wrong in about 3 minutes. She has claimed that Castro the Cuban Prez is one of the best presidents the world has ever seen. She has also claimed that The african Economi is one of the worlds greates and should be the modle for all other countrys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever There are other teachers that I do really enjoy. In fact I have a Political Science Teacher who i think might have changed my Major that I was going to choose. I believe that my teacher is a great person and even though it is a morning class i enjoy getting up and going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I am learning in college are things that are going to follow me for the rest of my life. Not only book knowledge but also street knowledge. Because of my 2 Friends from hawaii I am starting to talk like a hawaiin. It is really kinda funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-113796132138276497?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113796132138276497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=113796132138276497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113796132138276497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113796132138276497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-up-guys-and-gals-well-my-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-113770782943464641</id><published>2006-01-19T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T13:57:09.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no news</title><content type='html'>Alright guys sorry I have not been posting very much I have been very busy with college. I am working towards getting my BA I dont know in what but I am working towards. I have made a couple of new friends since coming to school. First is Chris he is from the Denver area he is a boy who knows what he wants and is not going to let anything get in his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second are 2 people Andrew and Bryson they are 2 very big guys. They are both from the state of Hawaii and I think they are in a little bit of shock after seeing the first snow storm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Harrison whos is from The OC. He like me has no Idea what he wants to major in. We both know that we want to do something where we work with criminals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second is Hussain. He is from the very small town of Nederland colorado. He wants to go into the Physicoligy when he graduates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things have happened here and somethings that are just stupid Have happened. The other night I got a call from A friend of mine gave me a call at 3 in the morning saying that some kid in the parking lot was breaking out the windows of all the cars in the parking lot. At that very moment I shot out of bed and ran half naked into the parking lot with my room mate. We found the kid he was right next to my car breaking the windows on the car next to  mine. we got him to stop and called the cops. Turns out he was a local kid who did not get into the school and decied to take it ou on the kids who got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like that are not uncommon around here but there are generally not that expensive.&lt;br /&gt; well hope you guys send me some comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Days&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-113770782943464641?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/113770782943464641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=113770782943464641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113770782943464641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/113770782943464641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2006/01/long-time-no-news.html' title='long time no news'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112466673635617075</id><published>2005-08-21T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:25:36.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heros</title><content type='html'>I hav had many heros in my life. My grandparents on both sides and my parents I have alwasy enjoyed the storys that my uncle son tells of world war two I will enjoy the way my cousin mellisa makes me laugh. however this past year I have enjoyed the company of a few good men who are now my heros. They are members of the use military. The first I am going to mention is man by the name of john snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John is in the the military that goes by the name  THE FEW THE PROUD  THE MARINES  he talks about this like he is flying in the stars he wants to serve his country and he is ready to help fight now he is states side but may be deployed at any minute and he is ready to pack and go. He is currently a college student at a college in town. but He is reay to quite and go that to me would be hard to do this man is one of my heros because he is willing to drop it all and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next man is a mp at a local base in town his name is zack astrup and he is one proud boy. he is in the Air Force and wanted to be in that institution since I have know him he loves what he does and is ready to do it whenever this to me is what every person should be  willing to do. He is the person that stands at a gate and if someone does ot stop he shoots I once asked him if he had any promblems with this and he said that if it was a threat to what he called the saftey of this nation then he would do what he had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two men have now been in the military for about a year and a half and they have maid me think. Do i need to look at the military has an option. I really like the things that they do and I really do look good in uniform but then I will be in a differents type of uniform when I am woking and it would be hard to have to leave at the sound of a phone call. But I really want to serve my country now the question when. Do I go in now and work to the top the hard way or do I go to school and think about it some more. My parents said that they do not want me to go into the military but I think that those of us who want to should go before the ones who don't. But then agian mabey my parents are right mabey I should go to school and think some more about it.   If you have any thoughts please post and let me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112466673635617075?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112466673635617075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112466673635617075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112466673635617075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112466673635617075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/08/heros.html' title='Heros'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112390710221314947</id><published>2005-08-12T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:25:02.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>This post is not an idea I had but more of a feeling. In ten days I will move out of my houds and into a dorm room six hours away. Now I know some of you people are going I live in Washington and am going to school in New york so get over it. Well Thats great and I am happy for you but I have always been kind of a home person I like to spend time with my family I enjoy just watching TV with my parents or playing video Games with my brother. I have always enjoyed taking all three of my sisters to Target. I Don't know why but I like those things. And now I will be moving way not far but still I will not wake up every mornig with a two year old looking at  me saying Dora. Those oldly enough make me feel at home. Now I get to pack up my stuff put it in my car and drive to School.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I will have fun and make new friends And I do want some more space but this is all happeneing with a large amount Of speed. I remember being like ten years old and sitting in my grandmas kitchen crying because I did not want to grow up. Now I want to grow up but I still want to be a kid. I want the saftey and security of knowing if something goes wrong I can go to mom and dad and they can fix it. I want it to be like I was ten still sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don;t get me wrong I do plan on havin a blast at school and I do want to grow up and have my own family and have my own life but I think you know what I am getting at this is like any new thing your just not sure about it untill you do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Davis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112390710221314947?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112390710221314947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112390710221314947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112390710221314947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112390710221314947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112378877948141893</id><published>2005-08-11T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:32:59.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some one out there</title><content type='html'>So the reson I have not posted in a while Is because I have been on the road driving thought the pacific NorthWest. It is beautiful country out there and I have family up there so we spent some time in seattle and in a small twon Called Lynden. It is very nice up there. any way I got home on the 8th of this month which is 2 days earllyer than we were suppused to. Anyway I was reading the news on the day after we were soppused to drive though A section of Utah that is called Spanish forks cayon . It said that A truck caring 13,ooo pounds of explosives filled over and blew-up. I was shocked only because I had just been in that cayon. I went and did the math if we had come home at the originnal day. We would have been right behind that truck by less than three minutes. All I could think of is that Some one up there was watching out for me  and my family and They want  us to do something else with our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112378877948141893?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112378877948141893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112378877948141893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112378877948141893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112378877948141893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/08/some-one-out-there.html' title='Some one out there'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112231015994872632</id><published>2005-07-25T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T09:49:19.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roads</title><content type='html'>ALright I just drove 6 lovley hours on a two lane highway thought Texas. NOw tell me why in good gods name would you make a striaght road where I kid you not there is not even an ant hill to look at. I saw cows that were going good lord just kill me. The horses were running in circles because they had lost there minds. I was just wondering As i notice about every hundred yards there is a cross with flowers on it. We all know what that means but why do we not do somthing about those types of roads. can we put a giant billboard somewhere Or mabey make it curve just alittke because that is just a dumb move. Now I know that the fast way between point A and B is a striaght line trust me it only took me two your to get out of the center o texas to new mexico. I know but I was about to fall asleep doing it. all I have to say is do smoething in the great town of Texline Texas Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112231015994872632?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112231015994872632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112231015994872632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112231015994872632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112231015994872632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/07/roads.html' title='Roads'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112224364302544080</id><published>2005-07-24T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:20:43.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>So the reson I my blog has not been up-dated is because I went to the great state of TEXAS I went to a family reuinoin. I no I did not spell that right. I was down there playing paintball with my cousins and listening to my great uncle son tell storys about world war II and then there were heis tattoos. Now Your all thinking there just tattoos. No these tattoos are the coolest yousee much  to my own surprise he got all three of his tattoos on the aircraft carrier Enterprise. He can look at them and say here is when the boat hit a huge wave and we had to stop because one of the piolets fell of the deck. It is so cool to listen to those storys. Of course the coolest one is the hula girl on his right arm. It is so cool in fact that I am thinking of getting one that is exactlly that same.&lt;br /&gt;you see me and my uncle have this great bond. He has always been the must enfluincual person in my life besides my parents He is and always will be an important part in who I become as a person. I just wanted you guys who look at my blog to sit and think Is there some one out there who could help you decide if your going to be a good guy or a bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then go thank them for the time and effort they put into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112224364302544080?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112224364302544080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112224364302544080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112224364302544080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112224364302544080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/07/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112188258271847321</id><published>2005-07-20T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T11:03:02.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wierd blogs</title><content type='html'>Alright now that I have let all my anger go about the airlines of this world I will now talk to about the crazy people in this world. I was reading A blog by a man in Florida who claims to be interperting tha Bible. NOw I am a christian and believe that God is out there but this guy is just wierd. If you wold like to see the stuff he says look at his blog &lt;a href="http://futuremap.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://futuremap.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; This guy is about six hamburgers short of a happy meal. I kid you not he says he knows when the antichrist is coming and how long he well stick around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but I think it might need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112188258271847321?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112188258271847321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112188258271847321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112188258271847321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112188258271847321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/07/wierd-blogs.html' title='Wierd blogs'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112174903159269754</id><published>2005-07-18T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:57:11.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb thing I did</title><content type='html'>SO I got this great digital camera for my graduation present. It was amazing. So anyway I go on this trip and I take all these great pictures. so I fly home and I was really pissed and was not felling well. I was just not the guy you wanted to talk to. so I get off the plane in Denver. I walk to the other plane get on it fly home and then I get home. I get out my bag and then I find out that my camera had fell out some time in the flights. I was very mad at this point in the day. I felt like such an idoit. so I all this great airline I think the plane stopped in hell before it got to me but whatever. YOu want to know what they said. ( well your going to find out). They said we will only call you if we find your camera and if you don't call us back in 48 hours. then it will be put on Ebay. That made alittle bit mader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember to check the plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112174903159269754?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112174903159269754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112174903159269754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112174903159269754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112174903159269754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/07/dumb-thing-i-did.html' title='Dumb thing I did'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112154400169134184</id><published>2005-07-16T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:00:01.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flights</title><content type='html'>Well since I just got of a plane I thought I would let you know somethings about the airlines. Now The airline that I flew shall remain nameless but if you guessed Untied you would be right. Any way So I board this huge 777 aircraft in denver and now I don't like to fly but I like to go places so I have a conflict of interests. Do want to know the first thing out of the stewerdesses mouth was. SIT DOWN NOW! now I will give people the benifit of the doubt but I just had to say what the holy hippos was that about. SO I sat down then I kid you not THe other flight attendent came around the coner and she had a nose like a freaking elephant. Her lips were bigger than the oneson steven tyler She looks like she has spent a good 6 grand on plastic surgery. it was nasty. and she had a bigger attitude than the first one. But she was french so you can not expect to much from her. it was just the worst flight I had ever been on short of the one when we had to slide down the yellow slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why whn I tell people that they go OH that would be so cool. It really was not that fun not after the poilet says put your head between your legs and pray I really had a big conversation with god at that point in my life about that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112154400169134184?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112154400169134184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112154400169134184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112154400169134184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112154400169134184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/07/flights.html' title='Flights'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112147947415258758</id><published>2005-07-15T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:04:34.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Airport security</title><content type='html'>All right guys and girls I do not want to scare any of you but this is a true story that Just happened to me. I just recently went and spent a week in Honolulu, HI. I was working with there police department. I was boarding the plane in Colorado Springs when I noticed that I had something sharp in the bottom of my carry on bag. I dug around and found to my surprise that I had failed to remove a razor for it before I packed. I looked around then thought, I just went though a metal detector and my bag had just been X-rayed. Know one caught I flew through three airports and no one saw it. How sad is that. Well kids it gets better. As I was flying back home I was getting ready to get in my seat. (now I was already pissed because it was just not a good day) and there was this lady there. she looks at me and I say you are in my seat. She says no this is my seat. I was like look lady I could bench press you if I wanted get the hell out of my seat. She hands me the ticket and sure enough it has my seat number. We find a stewerdess he comes over and says to me I have the wrong ticket. Bullshit I got all the way in here I am going to denver damit then I look at the top he gave me her ticket. she got thought security and on to the plane with an old ticket. Now let me explane old. This ticket was dated 2002 It is three years old and no one stopped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just thought that you should know this the next time you fly the friendly skys that the guy next to you might Have a razor in his bag or may not even soppused to be on that flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112147947415258758?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112147947415258758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112147947415258758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112147947415258758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112147947415258758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/07/airport-security.html' title='Airport security'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112044430676893293</id><published>2005-07-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T19:31:46.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb people</title><content type='html'>I was driving down the road and was hoping if some one would do something totally random and I kid you not the car in front of me flippedjust like that. I stopped and got out looked around. Because it is was 3 in the morning and I was one of the only people there. I rn to the car and I was calling 911 at the same time I looked at the driver and then sae that there was no drive no pssenger no body was in the car the this guy taps on my shoulder and I nearly peed my self it was the guy who was driving he pulled himself out and was fine. I just thought that mabey the next time you wish something would happen and it does and you go to help it just might scare the crap out of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112044430676893293?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112044430676893293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112044430676893293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112044430676893293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112044430676893293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/07/dumb-people.html' title='Dumb people'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-112037003298645112</id><published>2005-07-02T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:53:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real world.</title><content type='html'>Iwas watching MTV the real world. I was just thinking why do seven snobby wannabe movie stars get to live in an amazing house in some great city. When I and other people have beenworking hard your entire life to be the best of what we are going to do.  I no one will ever start there adult lives living like. Most will be lucky to live in an apartment that does not have roaches. These houses have things in them that coast millons.Indoor hot tubs. Beach front views. villas in the french country. these things are amazing. I would love to be on that show but they only cast people who are willing to make out with girls and get drunk every night. Well that is just not me. I will earn my money and get my loans and pay people back for the rest of  my life. At least I will not have to tell my kids later in life why I made out wih that random girl in the Bar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-112037003298645112?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/112037003298645112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=112037003298645112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112037003298645112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/112037003298645112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/07/real-world.html' title='Real world.'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-111975557115620219</id><published>2005-06-25T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:12:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>Have you aver looked at your shows? Honestly look at them. Your shoes have the abilty to ruin or make your day. Think about it If you are wearing a pair of high heal shows and thy break at the office do you think that the day is going to be wonderful,NO. But when you get home you go and find your favorite pair of slippers. you know the ones I am talking about, The ones with the bunnys. Then you become up I like to call de-workifide you sit down and become lazy. We all have those days were you just don't want to do anything because it involves showering.&lt;br /&gt;now aks your self not what have my shoes done for me, But what can I do for my SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;They are a beautiful creation that keeps your feet out of the sun, snow, rain, hail and out of the way of falling meteors.  They can make an outfit work. and they can ruin one. They have the abilty to makes us feel better.&lt;br /&gt;So tonight as you read this lean down and give your shoes a nice little kiss and thank them for there hard work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-111975557115620219?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111975557115620219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=111975557115620219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111975557115620219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111975557115620219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/06/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13016923.post-111956499408159402</id><published>2005-06-23T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T15:16:34.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>Some of you know that I have wnted to be a police officers since the day I was born. There is no promblem with this I know what I want to be at an early age and now I am striving for it. however there is something that you don't know about me. I collect police patches I have for for sometime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to admit that yes i am a pop music addict. I enjoy the music of the SPICE GIRLS, BRITNEY SPEARS, BACKSTREET BOYS. these are just some of the bands I enjoy. Now I do like a good rock/rap CD also but I was raised on bubble gum music so that is what I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also enjoy middless TV if I can come home from a hard of work and turn on the tube and watch newlyweds or Real world( witch I would like to be on) then I will watch it. I am also into cops that is one of the greatest shows ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I hope I have given you alook into who I am and what I like.&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and are also a patch collector send me an E-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:alienBigBrother@yahoo.com"&gt;alienBigBrother@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will give you my trade list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-111956499408159402?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111956499408159402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=111956499408159402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111956499408159402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111956499408159402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/06/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-111881035205298737</id><published>2005-06-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:01:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to do</title><content type='html'>So here I am watching a rerun of friends. It is that one where ross and rachel break-up for the first time. I just can not help wondering how bored am i. I am 17 living in a fairly big city and I am siting in my basement bedroom. going what the hell I have like at least 12 good friends and not one of them called me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess what I did today. i got up at about 8 am to my mom telling me to take my little sisiters to the swimming pool. when we got there we found out that the pool does not open till 10 am it was 9. so we stood there for about 45 minutes before they let us in. as we got into the pool My littlest siser who is 2 decide she did not want to swim. so I left my to oldest sisters a the pool they are bolth 12 and went and got ice cream ( because I am the big brother from heaven) and drove around. I got home and watched a marithon of cops and third watch. the only good part of my day was me and my parents went to look at cars. I am going to a used Jeep Librity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my day and what I aclomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you guys next week.&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-111881035205298737?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111881035205298737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=111881035205298737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111881035205298737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111881035205298737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/06/nothing-to-do.html' title='nothing to do'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-111825718632944215</id><published>2005-06-08T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T11:59:46.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New class</title><content type='html'>So i just started this english class over the internet. I have to say do people just not know how to read instuctions. The class clearly states you need to write 3 to 5 sentence answers and you most write each paper in word format and it most be 150 and 200 words long so who come people write little staments about who they are that are no more than 50 words long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I find very fustrating. I think it shows that, the person does not care about the class or the grade that they might recive as a result of this poor attiude torward the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the main things that bugs me because they just do not care about how it effets the rest of the class and how we as a class have to sit though the teacher yelling at us about how we don't follow directions about how te class should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do me a favor and do the work right the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-111825718632944215?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111825718632944215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=111825718632944215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111825718632944215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111825718632944215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-class.html' title='New class'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-111777674178618038</id><published>2005-06-02T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:32:21.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY STRONGEST THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>ALL RIGHT I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THESE DUMB NEWS PEOPLE SAYING THAT IT IS A RAPPERS FAULT THAT A KID IN VERMONT KILLED HIS MOM. ALL I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IS SCREW YOU AND THE HIGH HORSE YOU RODE IN ON. PEOPLE NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS NOT THE RAPPERS FAULT THAT THE KID KILLED SOMEONE. PEOPLE DO NOT SEEM TO UNDERSTAND FREE WILL.  THE PEOPLE WHO GOT MADE AT THE KIDS WHO SHOT UP CULUMBINE  HIGHSCHOOL SHOULD BE MADE BUT NOT AT PEOPLE LIKE MARILEN MANSON. NOW DO NOT GET ME WRONG BUT WE DO NOT BLAME THE GUY WHO WAS NOT EVEN IN THE STATE WHEN IT HAPPENED. YOU BLAME THE KIDS OR THE GUY WHO SOLD THE GUNS TO THEM. YOU BLAME THEIR PARENTS BECAUSE THEY WERE SO FAR OUT OF THIER LIVES. YOU CAN EVEN GO SO FAR TO BLAME A TEACHER FOR NOT NOTICING THAT SOMETHING WAS UP. NOW I AM NOT A FAN OF MARYLIN MANSON AND HAVE NEVER ENJOYED HIS MUSIC BUT WE AS A NATION NEED TO STOP PASSING THE BLAME AND SAY WE SCREWED UP. THESE EVENT SHOULD SHOW USE THAT MAYBE WE NEED TO TRY HARDER TO HELP THOSE WHO UNCOMFORTABLE. WHEN A STUDENT HERES THAT THERE MIGHT BE A SHOOTING THEY NEED TO SAY SOMETHING. BECAUSE AND I SPEAK FOR THE REST OF THE NATION WHEN I SAY THIS WE DO NOT WANT A NOTHER CULUMBINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I KNOW THAT FOR THE PEOPLE THAT READ THIS IT IS GOING TO BE HARD FOR THEM TO UNDERSTAND THAT A KID WHO CAN NOT EVEN BUY BEER CAN SAY THAT WE NEED TO STEP TO THE PLATE AND PARENTS AND TEACHERS AND THE GOVERMENT NEED TO SAY WE DID IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-111777674178618038?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111777674178618038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=111777674178618038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111777674178618038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111777674178618038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-strongest-thought.html' title='MY STRONGEST THOUGHT'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-111715032591465267</id><published>2005-05-26T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:32:05.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I jst saw something that made me think. It was a young women yelling a her&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend/Husband. She was saying that if she ever saw him agian that it would be to soon. This made me wonder if all relationships end tha way. Then I thought and every person that I know has had a relationship end in a similure way. They fought then they would leave and you would never hear from that person agian.&lt;br /&gt;  But what happens if by an off chance you see that person agian. Say you work for a law firm and they come in looking for justice. Or They are the police officer that pulled you over. How often do you think that happens. If it happens then what would you do would you sya that you were sorry and acted dumb. Would you ask how thier life was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrotes this because I like to end everything on a good note. Even bad relationships.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-111715032591465267?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111715032591465267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=111715032591465267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111715032591465267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111715032591465267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-jst-saw-something-that-made-me-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-111670427063925987</id><published>2005-05-21T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T12:37:50.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduate</title><content type='html'>Alright I have finally left the world af homework and early mornings to go into the world of Late night parties and homework. That is right I have left high school. Now I know that this is were a person shapes who they are going to be and that I need to do well in my classes and I know that I will have to work hard on some stuff but I also know that this is the fun stop between living at home and starting to work. I want to travel the world. I want to buy a motorcycle and drive it to Alaska. Why? I don't know it is just something I have wanted to do for along time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all you fellow graduates this is a time to let loose and have fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-111670427063925987?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111670427063925987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=111670427063925987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111670427063925987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111670427063925987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/graduate.html' title='Graduate'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</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-13016923.post-111647944124734157</id><published>2005-05-18T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:10:41.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I notice</title><content type='html'>I was working in my front lawn the other day and noticed alittle girl walking down the street. She was all alone and could not be older than four years old. Now I may be a young imature kid but do todays parents think that it is safe for there 4 year olds to walk alone down the street? If I were someone who was looking to hurt this kid I Would have taken her in a second. Todays parents think that the world is safe and there children are safe when the fact is they are not. There are to many people who are willing and wanting to hurt young and older children. These people have a way of hurting and running and I need to say that it sometimes Law enforcement can not always find them.  By writing this I hope I will open peoples Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13016923-111647944124734157?l=collegeboy18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/feeds/111647944124734157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13016923&amp;postID=111647944124734157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111647944124734157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13016923/posts/default/111647944124734157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegeboy18.blogspot.com/2005/05/stuff-i-notice.html' title='Stuff I notice'/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09430428692198345706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
