<?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-16470784</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:57:39.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasper's Freshmen Compostion Journal</title><subtitle type='html'>A look a life with a Daria effect</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-113279292622877469</id><published>2005-11-23T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T09:17:31.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jn#31pollution</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered how the earth will look in about 20 years and what going to happen if we keep using fossil fuels intill then. Well have you seen the day after tommorrow? I seen it and that movie kind of scarres me. I should have been called when the Eath strikes back because thats just what happened. Its a law of physics that for every action their is an equal and opposite reaction. Well the reaction was the planet replenised its fossil fuels using humans by frezzing them into a new ice age. After that the earths air was clean and everything above South America was frozen with a giant ice storm. This movie makes you want to drive electric cars from the point in time that you see this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-113279292622877469?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/113279292622877469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=113279292622877469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113279292622877469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113279292622877469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn31pollution.html' title='Jn#31pollution'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-113279193389397243</id><published>2005-11-23T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:25:33.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#30 How to write</title><content type='html'>How I write an essay? First of all I hate to say it but since I'm use to doing everthing at the last minute. I developed "speed essaying". This consit of one draft and one final draft. No need for thinking I don't do that anyways. I just jump right into it and you memorized pharses to make the first draft look half decent. What are memorized pharses? Memorized pharses are something you heard someone say that is said over and over in correct grammar. Like "the cat ran" or "he soled sea shells by the sea shore". Put them together with the topic that relate to the topic sentence and I have a essay. I mean we as people amost always say the same thing every day. But if you want to do it the old fasion way where the essay is made of a brain storm and then finding the topic sentence. Next writing two rough drafts and then a final draft that OK too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-113279193389397243?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/113279193389397243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=113279193389397243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113279193389397243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113279193389397243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn30-how-to-write.html' title='JN#30 How to write'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-113216242789470972</id><published>2005-11-16T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:33:47.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#29 The best cormercial</title><content type='html'>The best commercial I ever seen is the one for the dirty hippo. The one where the hippo dances with the song with a hat on and a gold chan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-113216242789470972?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/113216242789470972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=113216242789470972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113216242789470972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113216242789470972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn29-best-cormercial.html' title='JN#29 The best cormercial'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-113216202297524814</id><published>2005-11-16T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:27:02.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#28 tech I hate</title><content type='html'>What I hate most about  using technology is that you can be easily be fooled into doing something that you don't know you did or did wan't to do. Like the computer say you applied for a job but the wrong job calls you back. I guess what I'm saying is that what happens on a computer is pending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-113216202297524814?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/113216202297524814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=113216202297524814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113216202297524814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113216202297524814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn28-tech-i-hate.html' title='JN#28 tech I hate'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-113216171891288277</id><published>2005-11-16T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:21:58.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 27 technology</title><content type='html'>One piece of technology that is over looked that I can't live without is vending machines. many people overlook the fact that vending machines are technology but without them the world would be a slower place. There would be so many lines it would drive me crazy. The vending machinces are very time saving and the best part is the no taxes to the food. It almost makes me wish everything was in vending machines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-113216171891288277?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/113216171891288277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=113216171891288277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113216171891288277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113216171891288277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn-27-technology.html' title='JN# 27 technology'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-113095072502882395</id><published>2005-11-02T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T08:58:45.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jn3 26</title><content type='html'>According to the university of some south state that I forgot spelling doesn't matter in sentences anymore. According to their random servey if you spell a word like tihs you brain will still register the words as this. Because when you read you only read the first and last letter of the word. It amazing that we wasted all that time in first grade trying to learn how to spell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-113095072502882395?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/113095072502882395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=113095072502882395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113095072502882395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/113095072502882395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/11/jn3-26.html' title='Jn3 26'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112956957378632144</id><published>2005-10-17T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:19:33.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#25</title><content type='html'>Somtimes I think there is just to many rules ot writing a sentence. Acually I think there are to many rules to life. Think living a life without rule wouldn't work, but living a life with to many rules isn't ethier. I might cause cancer as some old people say that are in their 60s and 70s. We should be able to write with a mininmal amount of rules, because wirting with to many rules is pointless. Its no possible way to remember all the rules to math and wirtingand algebra. Just forget it all and see how long you live. There are just to many rules in the world period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112956957378632144?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112956957378632144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112956957378632144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956957378632144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956957378632144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn25.html' title='JN#25'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112956900359159665</id><published>2005-10-17T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:10:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#23</title><content type='html'>If I ordered ice cream and don't have any money I would ask the to make a tab and return the money tomorrow. If that doen't work I would use a credit card. That's what there for right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112956900359159665?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112956900359159665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112956900359159665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956900359159665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956900359159665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn23_17.html' title='JN#23'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112956862520856671</id><published>2005-10-17T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:10:40.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jn#24</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't care if some one got in fornt of me inline if I was inthe movies. All though it never happen to depending on what look the person who got in forn of of me would give me. I he or she has a commanding face like They are the owner of the world I might respond. Other than that I have nothing to say its just a spot nothing to important to fight over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112956862520856671?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112956862520856671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112956862520856671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956862520856671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956862520856671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn24.html' title='Jn#24'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112956755145018128</id><published>2005-10-17T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:45:51.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrination? Jurnal#22</title><content type='html'>Have I ever been discriminated against? No Because of my race and body build people tend not to make me mad even though I would n't care if they did. although I can see in their eye's that people want to say something but are to afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112956755145018128?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112956755145018128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112956755145018128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956755145018128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956755145018128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/discrination-jurnal22.html' title='Discrination? Jurnal#22'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112956693693408653</id><published>2005-10-17T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:35:36.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another country another langauge JN#21</title><content type='html'>If I woke up in another country with another language I would go to the nearest airport. Why? Because in airports the people there speak many langague because of the different people who come there. I would get a plane ticket to America. Many people know english because of the people of america travel more than any other poeple in the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112956693693408653?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112956693693408653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112956693693408653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956693693408653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112956693693408653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-country-another-langauge-jn21.html' title='Another country another langauge JN#21'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112837672621265936</id><published>2005-10-03T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T15:02:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal#20</title><content type='html'>Could my teacher be a feminist? I heard my teacher talking in her class about how wemon dress when they go to dinner and how men dress and how men have more jobs that are higer paying. Also how men have high paying jobs. I'm not sure if thats her personal opion but I have something to say in bad english with spelling errors. Thats not always true I seen men as managers give in to their instincts that over power their judgement and makes them higher the wemon intsead of men. Also wemon have it better and sometimes has the power to over turn the law. Men and wemon sympathyize with wemon do to the fact that their. In some cases wemon are rank higher than men although the contitution amendments say we have equal rights. Being that ranked higher in society shouldn't they dress in a higher class? The subject the women is usually ranked higher in are Court cases, Job interviews, Drivers licences, The Draft, Car Insurance. Did you know most likley the women wins a court case agains a man when it comes to child suport this means that the man would need the higher paying job to support him self so why not give him the job? Job interviews that a given wether its a man or woman iterviewer they will support the women over the man. It come down to this if the women is dress right the male will support and when I say right "you no what I mean". If it a female employer she going to pick the female to be the employee no matter what. Did you no on the drivers licence application the male has to register for the draft if he's under twenty six. While the females do what I don't know I just know they won't go to the army if their applying for a drivers licence. The last thing is car Insurance. Did you know a male under 25 Is consider eresponsible but as soon as a female reaches 17 she a reponsible adult. So the car insurane company bumps up the price for males making it almost imposible for them to get insurance at all. Leading to them driving without insurance and as soon as they get pulled over it off to jail now they would have to pay hundred or thousands of dollars to whoever. So why wouldn't we just give the poor guy a good paying job in the first place? Because we gave it to the women. This concept of society sickins me but I'm not yelling or getting mad I just stating the facts. I gave up on society and wemon as soon as I found out what the word favortizum ment. If Scientist ever find a way to get to another world I'll be the first one to try to get their. To get away from contridictions contaversy favortizum and rules. I just don't need it in my life anymore so I'll just leave if I don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112837672621265936?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112837672621265936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112837672621265936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112837672621265936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112837672621265936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal20.html' title='Journal#20'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112836135175055197</id><published>2005-10-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:42:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN# 19 Their a bug in my salad!</title><content type='html'>I would yell causing a seen causing the waiters to come out. Then I would simply exclaim their a big beetle in my salad making them look bad. I would tell them bring me the main course without bugs please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112836135175055197?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112836135175055197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112836135175055197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112836135175055197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112836135175055197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-19-their-bug-in-my-salad.html' title='JN# 19 Their a bug in my salad!'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112835997962566266</id><published>2005-10-03T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:19:39.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN#18 Gift</title><content type='html'>I would give my friend a used car that works well. Most likely a small ford truck. They never break down. Althought many chevy fans may say ford stands for Found On Road Dead my little ford ranger has been sitting in the back yard for four years I put gas in it and A new battery in it and it started up with no problems. So it find chevys /GMCs trucks ugly looking gas guzzlers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112835997962566266?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112835997962566266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112835997962566266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112835997962566266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112835997962566266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn18-gift.html' title='JN#18 Gift'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112835904248560542</id><published>2005-10-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:04:02.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN17</title><content type='html'>I would ask them how come they don't attack humans that cut down their teritory. Why you only talking to me? Are we animals to you?   What is the secret to life (don't hert to try)? Do animals have some type of secret technology?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112835904248560542?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112835904248560542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112835904248560542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112835904248560542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112835904248560542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn17.html' title='JN17'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112835789822013800</id><published>2005-10-03T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:44:58.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jn 16</title><content type='html'>If there was no televison their would be noting to do. The world would be more polluteted but less. There would be more and less domestic violence. Let me explain. No tellevison mean that we would have to drive some where for entertainment meaning more cars on the road casusing more green house gases from car because I sure no one from the subburbs is going to drive to the movie theater down town. but with noting to do at home people would get out more scale mountians. mountian bike, bike to the store instead of driving because the didn't have to miss their show. Domestic violence will decrease because of the bordom of cupples. they'll star of by paynig attention to each other soon it becomes to much. They find out thing about each other ezayly. She find out hes ceating he finds out that she just using him they fight. Becuse the tv wasn't taking up their time. Or society would just convert to computers quicker than they did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112835789822013800?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112835789822013800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112835789822013800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112835789822013800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112835789822013800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/jn-16.html' title='Jn 16'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112835686585139331</id><published>2005-10-03T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:27:45.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal 15</title><content type='html'>October I feel is going to be havic and caotic although the school year is shorter than high schools I feel that being shorter makes it a problem year. Cramming so many assignments can make you old. so I don't see the point in going to college. Everytime I come to college I feels as though I doing somthing pointless. Only reason I think people go to college is to get a job that just gets you by. According to a surey I once heard over the radio you can make just as much money out of high school than you can out of college. Only difference is that you get a job thats more stressfull an less paying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112835686585139331?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112835686585139331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112835686585139331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112835686585139331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112835686585139331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/10/journal-15.html' title='journal 15'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112724334763348514</id><published>2005-09-20T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:09:07.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN14 invisability</title><content type='html'>What would happen if I could become invisible whenever. I would bet up all the popular kids and rich kids which are usually popular. Steal some money just enough for a used car becuse I don't like walking. Make someone hier me for a job even though they don't want to. Play buggy man with the little brats with big bad mouths scaring them intill the pee themselevs then take a pitcure and post it at their school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112724334763348514?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112724334763348514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112724334763348514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112724334763348514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112724334763348514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn14-invisability.html' title='JN14 invisability'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112724291650489018</id><published>2005-09-20T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:01:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JN 13 buggin</title><content type='html'>What realy bugs me is that theirs a law for evrything and that their are to many laws. Half the laws "they" make are stupid and un meaningful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112724291650489018?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112724291650489018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112724291650489018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112724291650489018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112724291650489018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/jn-13-buggin.html' title='JN 13 buggin'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112724275754751761</id><published>2005-09-20T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:59:17.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal12 Flying</title><content type='html'>If I could fly with without any mahcanical devises I wouldn't wear out my shoes any more. I wouldn't have to wait in line or worry about looking cool while walking anywhere. I would have the problem of people asking why you walk that way. Instead it would be how do fly. I would fly to places like payson for breakfast and be back in time for school. Most like likly everyone will learn how to fly and give up cars the government won't like this and ethier rasie taxes are make a law to stop "flying people" are charge us to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112724275754751761?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112724275754751761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112724275754751761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112724275754751761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112724275754751761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal12-flying.html' title='Journal12 Flying'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112724228581805410</id><published>2005-09-20T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:51:25.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal11 Favorite book</title><content type='html'>I don't have a favorite book. I sometimes find that reading books is pointless and so is watching TV. Both watching TV or reading a book can be bad for yor eyes. the small letters in the book the blinding light from the tv all B.A.D..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112724228581805410?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112724228581805410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112724228581805410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112724228581805410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112724228581805410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal11-favorite-book.html' title='Journal11 Favorite book'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112714879077037164</id><published>2005-09-19T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:04:50.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal# 10 free</title><content type='html'>It sometimeshard to create a essay without an assingment.Why is this? Because from a very early age of our lives we are made to follow not lead, taught by repititon to do what others do. Which brings in the phase when in rome do as the romans do. So we ge use to doing what weare told. Think about it in elemntary school a kid told youto do something and that it was cool. You thaught about it  and you did but it wasn't that kids original idea the kids before him tolds that kid to do it and the kids before them. You talk to some peolpe and they haven't not one original idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112714879077037164?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112714879077037164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112714879077037164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112714879077037164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112714879077037164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-10-free.html' title='Journal# 10 free'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112656036036109798</id><published>2005-09-12T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:41:25.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is the best advice Journal 9</title><content type='html'>Go your own way if you can find it. Im still searching. The path you take can be someone else's path as well I'm pretty sure that a person on the other side of the country or right under your nose is doing the same thing your doing style way of thinking they way you talk. Out of the billion free people of the USA I'm 98% sure you have a clone. That why I admiere Goth's they do thing not to weird you out but to be different. You might call it weird because its not something you would see everyday and thats what their aiming for not to be the next teen pop idol or average joe or the guy you see in see on tv or in the sears catalog. Their looking for the right to look for themselves while being themselves not someone else not to forget having fun while doing it not being binded by fashion rule or any rules at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112656036036109798?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112656036036109798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112656036036109798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112656036036109798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112656036036109798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-best-advice-journal-9.html' title='what is the best advice Journal 9'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112655935405041510</id><published>2005-09-12T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:09:14.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal8 faveorite song</title><content type='html'>My favorite song would have to be breaking bengerman's polyamorus friend. I can't explain why because its music and no one can really explian why they like music. Maybe is some hypno signal in the music that keeps you comming back to buy and like the CD's. Another favorite song is benni bennasi's statifaction. I like the beat not the words its techno. Its a techno no no to like the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112655935405041510?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112655935405041510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112655935405041510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655935405041510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655935405041510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal8-faveorite-song.html' title='journal8 faveorite song'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112655877814673252</id><published>2005-09-12T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:59:38.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal 7 possesions</title><content type='html'>I don't have any and to prove it I'll throw away my xbox to day and not care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112655877814673252?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112655877814673252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112655877814673252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655877814673252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655877814673252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-7-possesions.html' title='journal 7 possesions'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112655844244930343</id><published>2005-09-12T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:54:02.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal6 The difficulties</title><content type='html'>One real difficulties of south is that everything is on the computer via the internet. I'm like woh I don't have internet that means most of my day is going to be spent in the computer commons lab. What a geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112655844244930343?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112655844244930343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112655844244930343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655844244930343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655844244930343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal6-difficulties.html' title='Journal6 The difficulties'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112655796756234583</id><published>2005-09-12T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:46:07.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>journal 5</title><content type='html'>Nope nothing still the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112655796756234583?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112655796756234583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112655796756234583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655796756234583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655796756234583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/journal-5.html' title='journal 5'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112655791736894889</id><published>2005-09-12T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:45:17.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I noticed about my self today journal4</title><content type='html'>Something I noticed about my self? nothing really just the same person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112655791736894889?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112655791736894889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112655791736894889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655791736894889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655791736894889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-i-noticed-about-my-self.html' title='Something I noticed about my self today journal4'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112655698999176601</id><published>2005-09-12T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:29:49.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eng061 what do you do when you get board</title><content type='html'>When I get board I make use of my boardom time by cat napping. Going to sleep for one or two hours at a time can help you pass the time away. Another thing I do is fry my brain by doing intence math like trigonomety in my head with no paper. I watch animes that don't explian themselves or don't have a ending this way I would have to create my on story to explain or end a series. I think of in ventions that can make me millions ("Hover car ben done, foam shoes ben done sonic sound weapons ben done") I'm almost out of Ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112655698999176601?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112655698999176601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112655698999176601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655698999176601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112655698999176601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/eng061-what-do-you-do-when-you-get.html' title='Eng061 what do you do when you get board'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112654614862079795</id><published>2005-09-12T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:29:08.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eng061 journal2 My hero</title><content type='html'>My hero would have to be myself, I don't see the point of looking up to anyone else. To be my hero  you would have to be brave bold bipolar and have a out look on life simular to my own. You would also would have to say what you want a any givin time no holding back even if you where talking to the president of the united states which is currently Bush. Is it just me or is it every time you see Bush he looks like he needs a pair of sun glasses. The last thing is you would have to be unike in body and mind such as avacodo green eye O type personality O blood type and normal size and shape head. Only person that fits that desription is a fictional caracter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112654614862079795?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112654614862079795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112654614862079795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112654614862079795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112654614862079795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/eng061-journal2-my-hero.html' title='Eng061 journal2 My hero'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16470784.post-112611227958197839</id><published>2005-09-07T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:04:25.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eng061 journal1</title><content type='html'>I'm about tired of southmountian everyting I live on south mountian, I graduated from southmountian highschool. I go to south mountian community college. I see south mountian everyday. I live in southmountian village, and I can see south mountian every dayand when I come to school I can still see south mountian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16470784-112611227958197839?l=jastw36431.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/feeds/112611227958197839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16470784&amp;postID=112611227958197839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112611227958197839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16470784/posts/default/112611227958197839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jastw36431.blogspot.com/2005/09/eng061-journal1.html' title='Eng061 journal1'/><author><name>Milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15151869617955984448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/23/41307855_007564d75b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
