<?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-5793632272936485232</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:25:43.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching For Substance In A World Of Technique</title><subtitle type='html'>We're kids building models of a world that we might wanna live in. 
And sorting feelings in our stomach--is this liberation or starvation? 
But have we made it anywhere at all if the dishes are never done? 
If we can't live without dishwashers, how could we live without cops? 
And so you're asking me, who does the dishes after the revolution? 
Well, we do our own dishes now, we'll do our own dishes then. 
And it's always the ones who don't who ask that question.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-8843253794738890353</id><published>2009-01-20T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:17:54.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ASL name sign for the new President, Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>As you all know, in the past couple weeks I have been fully involved in learning ASL, and becoming a part of the deaf community. I even find myself signing when there is no reason to be doing so, and no one understands me anyway(you gotta practice sometime). Well today, upon the inauguration of the new president my ASL class was taught President Obama's name sign that will be generally accepted by the deaf community. When you become a part of the deaf community you are given a name sign that describes who you are, and allows a much simpler way to say your name. Mine for example is extending your pinkie and touching it to your left shoulder and then to your right shoulder. This is based on the sign for Cleveland,a reference to where I was born and raised, which is the same motion only with the 'C' hand shape instead of the 'J'. So when introducing myself I would sign "Hi, My name is Julie or (insert name sign). This is helpful because from now on, whenever someone wants to refer to me, instead of having to spell out my name every time(which can be tiring and confusing), they just make my name sign.&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, President Obama is pretty popular with the deaf community so they honored him with his very own name sign. I think the explanation is very cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't worry, there are captions for the &lt;strong&gt;signing impaired&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/67V8qWQd_EM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/67V8qWQd_EM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-8843253794738890353?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/8843253794738890353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=8843253794738890353' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8843253794738890353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8843253794738890353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2009/01/asl-name-sign-for-new-president-barack.html' title='ASL name sign for the new President, Barack Obama'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-6886923194098288621</id><published>2009-01-13T12:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:48:34.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK BLOG!</title><content type='html'>I have created the blog for my book project. I'm not sure about the background, let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.50books52weeks.blogspot.com"&gt;YAY BOOKS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-6886923194098288621?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/6886923194098288621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=6886923194098288621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/6886923194098288621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/6886923194098288621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-blog.html' title='BOOK BLOG!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-8522919272518960340</id><published>2009-01-05T02:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:49:11.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update Of Epic Proportions!</title><content type='html'>So November and December came and went with no postings. Sorry about that! So I guess I will catch everybody up as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with All Hallows Eve. As you know Athens is supposed to be the place to be on Halloween, but I wasn't feeling it this year so I high-tailed it up to Kent to hang with my friends there. It was a fun time and everybody had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have too many pictures but my favorite costume for sure was my friend John as himself in High School, and Leanna as Barbra Streisand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG1S67grWI/AAAAAAAAALM/RVXCnQUkRx4/s1600-h/IMG_2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG1S67grWI/AAAAAAAAALM/RVXCnQUkRx4/s400/IMG_2549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287706774170807650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good time just being together and watching movies like 'Silent Night Deadly Night 2' that has memorable scenes like this. &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7gIpuIVE3k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7gIpuIVE3k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing that happened was finishing school for another quarter. It was alright, but I'm glad it's over. My grades weren't too bad, but not my best. Then there was thanksgiving that I spent with most of the Ohio fam. We ate awesome food at Monica and Matt's house. The next day Cecilia, Monica, and I went out on black Friday, and it was pretty packed. It was fun to see the hoards of people looking for a deal.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do too much else with my December. I went back to Chillicothe and tried to find an apartment and such and then came back home. I visited with friends and then left for UTAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had such a good time visiting Rowie and Gabey! After napping through my first day there we watched Kung Fu Panda, and hung out like woah. On Christmas morning we all got together and opened our stockings and then restrained ourselves from immediately opening presents by making breakfast. We had a cute little Christmas tree that we borrowed from one of Rosa's neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG6lJ6nMDI/AAAAAAAAALc/ioci0B4AuU8/s1600-h/IMG_2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG6lJ6nMDI/AAAAAAAAALc/ioci0B4AuU8/s400/IMG_2592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287712584989356082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had opened our presents I made some kickin' pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG6lr4Qh-I/AAAAAAAAALk/HFWXH7JXXq0/s1600-h/IMG_2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG6lr4Qh-I/AAAAAAAAALk/HFWXH7JXXq0/s400/IMG_2597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287712594106288098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabey liked the Pizza, and Rosa did too, but I don't have any awkward pictures of her eating it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG6mBdYBgI/AAAAAAAAALs/3JgN8jeZAj8/s1600-h/IMG_2595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG6mBdYBgI/AAAAAAAAALs/3JgN8jeZAj8/s400/IMG_2595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287712599899112962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a picture of her serenading Gabe and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG6mSkb6qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RuvCO8KU1Ck/s1600-h/IMG_2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG6mSkb6qI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RuvCO8KU1Ck/s400/IMG_2596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287712604492130978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had an amazing and generous Christmas filled with presents and chocolate covered oreos! Two days later Rosa and I totally painted these amazing pictures. Rosa did the princess daydreaming about trogdor the burnanator, and I did the fanciful unicorn.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG9g9u1L5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/HtMlQTJVVs8/s1600-h/IMG_2598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG9g9u1L5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/HtMlQTJVVs8/s400/IMG_2598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715811534122898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG9hNW_z3I/AAAAAAAAAME/jJC0zeKc8aU/s1600-h/IMG_2600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG9hNW_z3I/AAAAAAAAAME/jJC0zeKc8aU/s400/IMG_2600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715815729123186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabey and I went to Salt Lake to see temple square, it was soo pretty. We got the cliche temple picture, and we look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWHBp0JWa8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/30_V0p8HOxk/s1600-h/IMG_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWHBp0JWa8I/AAAAAAAAAMM/30_V0p8HOxk/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287720361626332098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there wer sooo many of these bag things with really detailed and amazing designs poked them with candles inside. They had a bunch of different languages, including brail, so I went on the hunt for sign language, and sure enough, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWHCVlny7DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3ZI1f0XZkc/s1600-h/IMG_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWHCVlny7DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A3ZI1f0XZkc/s400/IMG_2621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287721113641741362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWHCVpwSvxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5lAxyoTgVUk/s1600-h/IMG_2622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWHCVpwSvxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5lAxyoTgVUk/s400/IMG_2622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287721114751123218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWHCVxge7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fCD75beE-5s/s1600-h/IMG_2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWHCVxge7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/fCD75beE-5s/s400/IMG_2623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287721116832296338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was filled with good fun, good food, and good times. Rosa was going to take me skiing... but I freaked out and thought I would die so we went bowling instead. It was good and very safe. I pretty much had an amazing time and loved it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For New years I have almost no pictures because I left my camera at Christie's house. But yeah, I started out the night at Christie's and migrated to Kent closer to midnight. It was a mixed bag of emotions. It was a lot of fun, but the new year always has a way to make people cry. I have a video of our count down, but it's on my phone and you can't see anything anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Well that was just a summery considering the huge amount of events the past two months, but it will have to do. Right now I am in Chillicothe and I start school Tuesday, and I'm apartment hunting tomorrow. I'll keep everyone updated.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I hate new years resolutions but I made one. I vowed to try and read 50 books next year. I don't think I will be able to do it, but it won't stop me from trying. I'll be blogging about the books and I'll post the website as soon as I make it so you can follow along!&lt;br /&gt;This is where I would normally put a song, but I'll spare you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-8522919272518960340?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/8522919272518960340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=8522919272518960340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8522919272518960340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8522919272518960340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-of-epic-proportions.html' title='An Update Of Epic Proportions!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SWG1S67grWI/AAAAAAAAALM/RVXCnQUkRx4/s72-c/IMG_2549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-8938638516866610951</id><published>2008-10-20T16:06:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:57:48.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Come Without A Thing, Then I've Come With All I Need</title><content type='html'>So like you have seen, nothing much has been going on. Well nothing that seems important enough to write about. I've been working hard at school, and trying to do as well as possible without losing my mind. So instead of talking about school more I'll mention some other things that I have been doing. I went to Yellow Springs, Ohio for a "hippie" festival. It was really neat and Luke and Michelle made a cool hut while we were listening to a band that was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SP0jiiMuDuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XolbmqtjPhI/s1600-h/michelle+and+luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SP0jiiMuDuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XolbmqtjPhI/s400/michelle+and+luke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259399016041287394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that happened, Bridgett and her twin sister Ashley turned 21. That was exciting. Here's a picture of the birthday girl and our friend Chad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SP0lMBpniAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iUYfVK2Wyts/s1600-h/Bridgett+and+Chad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SP0lMBpniAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iUYfVK2Wyts/s400/Bridgett+and+Chad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259400828370257922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot that I didn't tell everybody, I no longer have a car. The clutch failed and I figured it wasn't worth fixing it because of the condition of the car.Also, I don't think that it would have been a safe car for the winter, I almost died twice last winter, so I was hoping for a more stable car. Now I am looking for another, and hopefully I can get one next quarter. In the meanwhile I have been using Andrew's car. It has it's own problems, but not nearly as bad as mine and is a very dependable car. I miss my car dearly, and I miss the independence and being able to help people out, but I think I made the right decision. But here is the final moments I got to spend with my car while Hannah and I waited for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SP0m7-vMXEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-bRAVYJLle4/s1600-h/IMG_2547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SP0m7-vMXEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-bRAVYJLle4/s400/IMG_2547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259402751733685314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace.&lt;br /&gt;So much more has happened, and I thought of it earlier but now I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new band I started listening to. Andrew really likes them, and I really like their lyric style. I know I say this for every song, but it's one I relate to, and a very good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://julieparma.googlepages.com/13InASweaterPoorlyKnit.m4a"&gt;A Sweater Poorly Knit&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;----- Click Here For Song&lt;br /&gt;By- MeWithoutYou&lt;br /&gt;In a sweater poorly knit, and an unsuspecting smile&lt;br /&gt;Little Moses drifts, downstream in the Nile&lt;br /&gt;A fumbling reply -- an awkward, rigid laugh&lt;br /&gt;I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between &lt;br /&gt;sweeter than any wine, &lt;br /&gt;and bitter as mustard greens&lt;br /&gt;Light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickle bread&lt;br /&gt;The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you plow some other field and try and forget my name, &lt;br /&gt;see what harvest yields, and, supposing I'd do the same&lt;br /&gt;I planted rows of peas, but by the first week of july &lt;br /&gt;they should have come up to my knees&lt;br /&gt;but they were maybe ankle high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the fingers from your flute to weave your colored yarns, &lt;br /&gt;and boil down your fruit to preserves in mason jars&lt;br /&gt;But now books are overdue and the goats are underfed... &lt;br /&gt;The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence&lt;br /&gt;You made a holy fool of me, and I've thanked you ever since&lt;br /&gt;If she comes circling back, we'll end where we'd begun&lt;br /&gt;Like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken, open seed&lt;br /&gt;If I come without a thing, I come with all I need&lt;br /&gt;No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head&lt;br /&gt;The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-8938638516866610951?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/8938638516866610951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=8938638516866610951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8938638516866610951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8938638516866610951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-come-without-thing-then-ive-come.html' title='If I Come Without A Thing, Then I&apos;ve Come With All I Need'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SP0jiiMuDuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/XolbmqtjPhI/s72-c/michelle+and+luke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-3804023174727289950</id><published>2008-10-14T12:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:00:26.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Only Way to Keep That Last Bit of Sanity</title><content type='html'>So I haven't updated in a while partially because it has just been crazy with all of this school work. But other than school not too much has really happened. I went through my first wave of testing and I think I did pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Poli Sci- &lt;br /&gt;97/100 (2 points short of the highest grade in the class)&lt;br /&gt;Interpreting- &lt;br /&gt;Presentation: 92/100&lt;br /&gt;Test: 46/50&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology- 76/87&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't gotten my sign language test back, or taken my Coms 101 midterm. I was really nervous because this has been my worst quarter yet. Everything was(and still is) going wrong, but it looks like I am keeping my grades alright despite the personal troubles. There's more I could talk about but I have to go to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music of the Week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Baribeau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://julieparma.googlepages.com/07BrownBrownBrown.m4a"&gt;Brown, Brown, Brown&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---Click here for song!&lt;br /&gt;I saw your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;they were brown.&lt;br /&gt;And all the stars&lt;br /&gt;went out.&lt;br /&gt;And the moon got lost,&lt;br /&gt;and it fell in Lake Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;And a tidal wave tore through this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your hair, it was brown&lt;br /&gt;And the roof flew right off my house&lt;br /&gt;And then my doors broke off their hinges&lt;br /&gt;And all my walls came falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sipped your pop, it was brown&lt;br /&gt;you gave me a little coca cola kisses&lt;br /&gt;And my heart broke on the night that you&lt;strong&gt;(I)&lt;/strong&gt; left&lt;br /&gt;And there are a few pieces that I still haven't found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-3804023174727289950?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/3804023174727289950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=3804023174727289950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/3804023174727289950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/3804023174727289950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-only-way-to-keep-that-last-bit-of.html' title='It&apos;s the Only Way to Keep That Last Bit of Sanity'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-2796941116102210420</id><published>2008-09-17T15:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:08:06.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for Birthdays</title><content type='html'>So it is the day after my birthday and I just wanted to say thank you to everyone for everything. I had a really good time at home and seeing everyone was really great. I have a new phone too so you can text me again :) and boy can I text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slashphone.com/media/data/796/lg-enV2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.slashphone.com/media/data/796/lg-enV2-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this phone and am really grateful. &lt;br /&gt;My actual birthDAY was uneventful, but I like that, I just went to school and stayed with my thoughts and thought about the past year.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I just wanted to say thank you for the calls and cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another song. I know a lot of you won't like it, but I like the words and for some reason it breaks my heart. I was thinking a lot about it on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://julieparma.googlepages.com/04Ohio.mp3"&gt;Ohio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Coco Rosie&lt;br /&gt;Out from my window across from the city&lt;br /&gt;I have what's considered a good view&lt;br /&gt;Two blocks from the subway, three from the fountain&lt;br /&gt;Where I walk to break in new shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands on the sidewalk just waving at taxis&lt;br /&gt;Like horses in parades in passing&lt;br /&gt;I ask where she's headed she tells me,&lt;br /&gt;"Ohio, I've not seen my mother in ages&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time, a real long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out from my window "How far is Ohio?"&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and pointed out east&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I grew up there with my dear mother&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't seen her since thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was taken while she lay sleeping&lt;br /&gt;By my father's hired man&lt;br /&gt;We moved to city so far from my family&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been back there since.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time, a real long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out from my window please hear me Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter wants to come home&lt;br /&gt;She longs to be with you to hug you to kiss you&lt;br /&gt;To never leave her alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've gotten know her to live with to love her&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see her leave&lt;br /&gt;She belongs to her mother and the state of Ohio&lt;br /&gt;I wish she belonged to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you sometime, see you sometime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-2796941116102210420?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/2796941116102210420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=2796941116102210420' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/2796941116102210420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/2796941116102210420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-for-birthdays.html' title='Yay for Birthdays'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-5040538932706664921</id><published>2008-09-06T19:34:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:50:41.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got the Weight of the Washing Machine on My Mind</title><content type='html'>So I am back at school, good ol' Chillicothe. THE PHONE IS STILL BROKEN SO DON'T TEXT ME, CALL ME. But yeah it is good to see everybody again but there is a natural home sickness. So much has happened but yet I never know how to put it into words when I sit down to tell everyone. Well, I'll start with before I left. After that terribly bad week I went to Kent again and had an amazing time. I was so glad to see all of my friends before I left. We just had so much fun, it's hard to explain, it was wonderful and I miss it. This was just a really random sign in Kent. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMNKo1ACSGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jcI7HQJthD4/s1600-h/IMG_2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243116456471840866 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMNKo1ACSGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jcI7HQJthD4/s400/IMG_2497.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; These are some pictures from different points in the summer. This is Brett, Christie, Danielle(barely), and Steve. We were waiting for our turn to get in on some soccer action. &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-aZEotYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v-yZMMun69w/s1600-h/August+2008+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243665964270663042 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-aZEotYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v-yZMMun69w/s400/August+2008+010.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Libero and Jeff getting into some soccer. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-agQCNwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qrBoe2-WR0M/s1600-h/August+2008+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243665966197520130 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-agQCNwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qrBoe2-WR0M/s400/August+2008+011.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Sammie, Kevin, and Jimmy also playing a little soccer. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCbCccS8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6qtRQFEC7KQ/s1600-h/July+2008+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243670373422877634 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCbCccS8I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6qtRQFEC7KQ/s400/July+2008+005.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; So these next two pictures need explaining. One night I was sitting alone by myself at 1 in the morning and I thought to myself 'I wonder what Shannon is doing?' so I called her and turns out she couldn't sleep either. So we went to 'my friends', a 24 hour diner, and after two hours or so there and another driving in the metro parks we decide to go to downtown and watch the sun rise. It was really beautiful and we had a lot of fun. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-bUjnGQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VLSF_y_yfyw/s1600-h/August+2008+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243665980238272770 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-bUjnGQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/VLSF_y_yfyw/s400/August+2008+048.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Shannon scaring some birds/running around &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-bqBV2AI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qFq13l3gfDQ/s1600-h/August+2008+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243665986000115714 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-bqBV2AI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qFq13l3gfDQ/s400/August+2008+052.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Ah and this is the wonderful Frosty Dog everyone heard so much about. I loved this job and it was always so much fun. I will miss getting visits from Cece and hanging out with my cool co-workers. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-b9YoEpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oQMlNVC_oQ0/s1600-h/August+2008+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243665991198053010 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMU-b9YoEpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oQMlNVC_oQ0/s400/August+2008+053.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCawSuYCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SwZRtk2iiE0/s1600-h/August+2008+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243670368550281250 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCawSuYCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SwZRtk2iiE0/s400/August+2008+054.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; These are pictures of a show that I went to in Kent. Lauren and I were standing on the couch trying to get a better view... &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCbj9j4hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9XKMiuea2y4/s1600-h/July+2008+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243670382420156946 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCbj9j4hI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9XKMiuea2y4/s400/July+2008+018.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Which we got. &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCcJzCZtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/h2Vz2hEOnAw/s1600-h/July+2008+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243670392576566994 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCcJzCZtI/AAAAAAAAAIU/h2Vz2hEOnAw/s400/July+2008+019.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; My camera malfunctioned but it took a really cool picture, I thought. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCcr39GqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/c9UwjmlIOJU/s1600-h/July+2008+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243670401723996834 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVCcr39GqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/c9UwjmlIOJU/s400/July+2008+028.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is from that same show. This was during Brett's set. You can feel the love between him and Rich. I love this picture. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVEXrA6grI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5qvQuPax00/s1600-h/July+2008+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243672514617049778 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVEXrA6grI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q5qvQuPax00/s400/July+2008+041.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Ah, Shannon and Keith's back hanging out at Phoenix Coffee. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVEYCZTD0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/91SpucDRAcc/s1600-h/August+1+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243672520893337410 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMVEYCZTD0I/AAAAAAAAAIs/91SpucDRAcc/s400/August+1+004.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some of the highlights but there were so many other good pictures and so many other good times it would be hard to fit it into a post. Well like I said, I'm back in Chillicothe and so far so good. We play ultimate Frisbee like we did with soccer at home. I have a lot of fun, and I'm trying to convince them to play some soccer as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't know I start school in two days, yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is interesting, I have a video of the person I wanted to go to the protests at the democratic national convention to see getting arrested. Keep in mind Dave is not a violent person so he did not put up a fight. I doubt he did anything illegal. So lame, he's the last guy in the clip. &lt;A href="http://www.cnn.com/video/savp/evp/?loc=dom&amp;amp;vid=/video/politics/2008/09/01/vonat.rnc.protest.arrests.cnn"&gt;Poor Dave &lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, I forgot that I always impose my music on everybody. I like this song a lot and I'm cool so you should listen to it. click on the link and scroll down on the list of songs, it's the last song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.purevolume.com/endlessmikeandthebeagleclub/albums/99155154"&gt;Mr. Miller's Opus&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Endless Mike and the Beagle Club &lt;br /&gt;I wear the same clothes for days at a time.&lt;br /&gt;I've got the weight of a washing machine on my mind &lt;br /&gt;with the whole world bouncing around inside of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I talk about doomsday and bands, &lt;br /&gt;I'm letting the chance of a lifetime just slip through my hands &lt;br /&gt;and land on the floor by the bed that I'm lying in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble with sleeping again. &lt;br /&gt;I turn to the stack of books that all my friends recommend, &lt;br /&gt;but I can't even focus on the lines, &lt;br /&gt;let alone what's between them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I surrender and watch some TV &lt;br /&gt;and just feel ashamed of myself for giving into complacency, &lt;br /&gt;breaking the two packs a day mark days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally paid off the van &lt;br /&gt;then I bought a new car with better gas mileage than the van got &lt;br /&gt;but I know I'm financing a war fought for greed and bravado. &lt;br /&gt;I know where my taxes go while my taxes know nothing about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate's boyfriend's a nice enough guy &lt;br /&gt;but still I dread when he's here and I have to say "hi" &lt;br /&gt;even though our conversations never go on much beyond it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I first got this way. &lt;br /&gt;I think that I used to be someone with something to say, &lt;br /&gt;but for the first time in my life, &lt;br /&gt;I feel more lonely than anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know people my age with children &lt;br /&gt;and I know people my age with husbands and wives, &lt;br /&gt;even more people my age with high paying jobs, &lt;br /&gt;even more people my age with miserable lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's they that I take shelter under &lt;br /&gt;and let laundry nor loan payments ever put asunder &lt;br /&gt;but help me stay happy inside of these four smoke-stained walls, &lt;br /&gt;waiting for someone to call, &lt;br /&gt;as I'm waiting to just disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-5040538932706664921?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/5040538932706664921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=5040538932706664921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/5040538932706664921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/5040538932706664921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-got-weight-of-washing-machine-on-my.html' title='I&apos;ve Got the Weight of the Washing Machine on My Mind'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SMNKo1ACSGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jcI7HQJthD4/s72-c/IMG_2497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-7550979240030781362</id><published>2008-09-01T00:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:37:24.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More News Soon</title><content type='html'>I have news and pictures that I will post soon but I just wanted to say that my phone is broken and I don't know anyones phone number...sorry. I dropped the other night and now the screen and some of the buttons aren't working :(&lt;br /&gt;Email me or call and hope that it rings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-7550979240030781362?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/7550979240030781362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=7550979240030781362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7550979240030781362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7550979240030781362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-news-soon.html' title='More News Soon'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-5156594333357774785</id><published>2008-08-24T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:56:38.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Are Bad</title><content type='html'>So everything was going relatively alright this summer, there were some bad times but for the most part I kept it toghether. Well such is no longer the case, everything is bad. Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-5156594333357774785?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/5156594333357774785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=5156594333357774785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/5156594333357774785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/5156594333357774785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/08/times-are-bad.html' title='Times Are Bad'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-1599759291889493404</id><published>2008-08-19T14:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:27:19.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If Anyone Was Curious</title><content type='html'>ANTH 101&lt;br /&gt; INTRO-CULTURAL ANTH BENN 103 &lt;br /&gt;  5.00 M W - 1:10P 03:25P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;POLS 270&lt;br /&gt; POLITICAL THEORY &lt;br /&gt;  4.00 M W - 05:30P 07:20P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; COMS 101&lt;br /&gt; FUND OF HUMAN COMMU &lt;br /&gt;  4.00 Tu Th - 01:10P 03:00P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;DSI 211&lt;br /&gt; SIGN LANG IV&lt;br /&gt;  4.00 Tu Th - 05:30P 07:20P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TOTAL HOURS:  17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good classes, bad class times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-1599759291889493404?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/1599759291889493404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=1599759291889493404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1599759291889493404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1599759291889493404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-anyone-was-curious.html' title='If Anyone Was Curious'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-8733016821303838261</id><published>2008-08-14T05:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:11:46.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad But True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SKP2xsTJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kPGnoP30hIQ/s1600-h/headsInSand.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SKP2xsTJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kPGnoP30hIQ/s400/headsInSand.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234298525500170530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-8733016821303838261?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/8733016821303838261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=8733016821303838261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8733016821303838261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8733016821303838261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/08/sad-but-true.html' title='Sad But True'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SKP2xsTJ4SI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kPGnoP30hIQ/s72-c/headsInSand.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-7266271942611830278</id><published>2008-07-29T03:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:07:49.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><content type='html'>I decided to update because I am bored and it is 3 in the morning. I work all the time, but I like my job so that's ok. I still hang out, but I have been running around like crazy and I feel really spread thin. But when I'm not at work I am either too happy or too sad to do anything. I feel like I'm missing a lot, but really I'm not missing too much. I feel like I am not living my life, like I could be doing better, but at least now I have money, and that's a good thing I think...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I am doing when I go back to school or even tomorrow for that matter, so naturally I stay up and think about it. I know everything is going to be fine, but like I said, sometimes I stay awake and think about it anyway. Just wanted to say that I am still alive and kickin'. &lt;br /&gt;Does anybody even read this thing?&lt;br /&gt;on a side note; Something I have been thinking about and something I feel we all should think about(the song makes it better so click on the highlighted "Ten Things" in the post, the words alone just make it seem like a chain email of an exhausted topic):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name &lt;a href="http://julieparma.googlepages.com/2-TenThings.mp3"&gt;Ten Things&lt;/a&gt; you wanna do before you die and then go do them. &lt;br /&gt;Name ten places you really wanna be before you die and then go to them&lt;br /&gt;Name ten books you wanna read before you die and then go read them&lt;br /&gt;Name ten songs you wanna hear again before you die, get all of your friends together and scream them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things that are wrong with your life and then fix them&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things that you love about your life, be thankful you are blessed with them&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things that hold you back and realize that you don't need them&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the mistakes you have made in your life, make sure that you never repeat them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name ten thousand reasons why you never wanna die, &lt;br /&gt;Go and tell someone who might've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Try to list the endless reasons why it's good to be alive, &lt;br /&gt;Snd then just smile for awhile about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the sun will rise and another day will come &lt;br /&gt;Soon enough the sun will set, another day will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause' right now all you have is time time time yeah, &lt;br /&gt;But someday that time will run out. &lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing you can be absolutely certain about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-7266271942611830278?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/7266271942611830278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=7266271942611830278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7266271942611830278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7266271942611830278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-ramblings.html' title='Random Ramblings'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-6945057945613308962</id><published>2008-07-20T23:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:21:39.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BEREA FEST!</title><content type='html'>So it is Sunday and I am finally home after an amazing weekend. I went to this festival in Berea appropriately named 'Berea Fest'. It was a musical collaboration of DIY/folk-punk bands from around Ohio and the US. There was about 30 bands there and it was an all around good time. A couple bands that I knew some of the kids in played the show, along with a couple pretty popular(in the genre) bands were there. I was most exited to see Paul Baribeau, Spoonboy, and Defiance, Ohio and they played amazing. It was such a good time and I wish that I had more pictures and more desire to type. It was so good I can't even put it into words, so I am going to stop trying to...But yea, you are jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-6945057945613308962?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/6945057945613308962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=6945057945613308962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/6945057945613308962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/6945057945613308962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/07/berea-fest.html' title='BEREA FEST!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-5553458204958022034</id><published>2008-07-16T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:18:13.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does The Time Go?</title><content type='html'>So here goes. I finished my first year at OU with honors(cum. GPA- 3.94) OU-O YEAH. Upon finishing school and moving out of Lois's home I went to athens to say goodbye to all my friends and help a few of them move. After that I went back to Chillicothe to hang out with my friends one last time. I say one last time because two of them, Steven and Luke, are going to Alaska to try and live in the wild for 4 weeks and I am pretty sure they won't make it. I am honestly afraid that they are going to get killed, but to each his own. I wish them the best. When I came home I was happy to see a bunch of my friends and the fam, but had to quickly figure out what I was going to do about money and a place to live. As you all know this was a very stressful couple of weeks and I was unsuccessful in finding a job at first. I was very stressed out and very depressed, it was hard on me, but good in some ways. So, with the absence of a job I spent a lot of time with myself and finding and meeting new people. Because of this I had an almost complete music change, and my view of alot of things has changed. I am still the same Julie, but I think that the Julie from 3 years ago would seriously beat up the Julie of today. But it's alright. The song &lt;a href="http://julieparma.googlepages.com/1-ChristmasLights.mp3"&gt;"Christmas Lights"&lt;/a&gt; by Paul Baribeau really sums up my first few weeks back from school. Please give it a listen, the song means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;I started to try and get into the local music scene again, and it has been really great. I usually go to Kent with my friend Brett and watch and sing along to my friends bands. So let me explain who Brett is. He was the Kid in the video from my last post, and it is really weird how it came about that we are friends. Well, Brett goes to Kent, where he met Libero. Brett then came to Westlake to hang out with all of the high school gang and they all became friends while I was away. Then, Memorial Day weekend we were all grilling out and Libero says his friend Brett is coming to join us. When he gets there everyone offers him a hot dog and he says "no thanks I don't eat meat" to which I reply "me too, here I have veggie dogs" and the rest is history. Now, that's not that weird but it gets more strange, Brett and I hang out and one weekend we go to Kent to meet some of his friends. Now it just so happens that his best friends from school are kids that I used to play shows with back in 2004 and I hadn't seen in 4 years. I don't know it just is crazy to me.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Bohardt came up to Cleveland to do his internship and he's living with Drew. Things ended up not really working out between us, but that's ok we are still friends. He works alot, and so does Drew so he keeps busy without me. I also have been hanging out with Lynn, Mitch, and Ryan, but Lynn works all the time and I live far away from Ryan and Mitch. But when we do see each other we have good times. &lt;br /&gt;The other week we threw a Surprise B-day party for my friend Danielle and it was fun to see all the kids from high school in the same place again, I got to see some people that I hadn't seen since graduation. Fun stuff. &lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, in case you didn't know, I moved in with Cece about a week ago. It has been fun but now we both work all the time and don't really get to see each other. Cece was awesome enough to get me a job at The Frosty Dog, an ice cream place that is owned by Pam and her parents. I work pretty much everyday and it's a lot of work, but also we have a lot of fun. I like the people I work with, and I like getting ice cream for people and making them happy. One of the best things about this job is I don't have to work for "the man" which was a big problem for me when I was job searching. I get to see and work with the people who own the place I work for. It seems silly, but it was an important factor for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well there is way too much to tell everyone, I just wanted to give you the gist. Hope everyone is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-5553458204958022034?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/5553458204958022034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=5553458204958022034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/5553458204958022034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/5553458204958022034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where Does The Time Go?'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-7647925185683045242</id><published>2008-07-03T13:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:21:05.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the Delay</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't updated in a month. I am oficially a sophomore in college with honors and I am back home. I have been having a lot of fun and I have a lot of stories to share. In the meanwhile, this video should hold you over. This is my friend brett getting a plug from Mark Norton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLh4zyHmkdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLh4zyHmkdg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-7647925185683045242?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/7647925185683045242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=7647925185683045242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7647925185683045242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7647925185683045242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry-for.html' title='Sorry for the Delay'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-7648110400105959549</id><published>2008-06-01T17:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:47:08.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Severe Weather Alert!</title><content type='html'>So last Saturday was a really good day. I was here in Athens and When I went online to check the weather it said "Severe Weather Alert Athens County" it was predicting tornadoes and everything. So I look out the window and it was probably the most beautiful day I have seen in a long time, no clouds, not too hot. So I said to myself "if by 'severe' you mean &lt;strong&gt;SEVERELY AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;" So at about 12 and we all decided to go to Dow Lake and swim around and tan. Now as you all know I am one of the most pale people ever and have suffered from sun poisoning for a long time now. But I tried to tan and even though I did burn a little bit surprisingly no hives and no throwing up. YAY, so maybe I am not as bad anymore. Another thing, I found out that Elisa Buccur is getting married and is gonna have a Baby!! I am so excited and I get to be the Great-Godmother since Christie already gets to be the Godmother. I kinda made that title up, but I'm still pretty stoaked about it. Well anyway, yesterday was a really really good day. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I started to run again. I haven't run since I was in cross country in 8th grade and I am incredibly out of shape. But, Bohardt runs and I have been looking for a way to exercise that would push myself and help me stay in shape. So I ran about 3/4 a mile on Friday and then again Saturday. I am in so much pain, I stretched a little bit, but apparently not enough. I am walking like Frankenstein and it hurts A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I also got a new digital camera. Well I didn't buy it or anything because I don't have any money, but Lois gave it to me because she didn't have any idea how to use it. It's a 12 mega pixel digital camera, a video camera, an mp3 player, and it can record audio files. It's pretty neat, but it is kind of awkward to use. I took a bunch of pictures so that I could give you guys an idea of the place that I stay, but I had some memory card issues and lost them. But I figured it out in time to take a couple pictures.&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my friend Keith. He is a hilarious guy and I decided to start taking pictures of him because I am obsessed with his shirt. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SEauS6XUa9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/2RZ9FaFTr_A/s1600-h/PHTO0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SEauS6XUa9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/2RZ9FaFTr_A/s320/PHTO0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208041659028499410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might find it offensive, but it's supposed to offend no one and everyone at the same time. I don't know I just wish that I had bought the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SEauTYE9chI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kv6bud4_92o/s1600-h/PHTO0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SEauTYE9chI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Kv6bud4_92o/s320/PHTO0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208041667004559890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this next picture needs a little explaining. If you remember in my post 'Recovery Week' I spoke of stepping on glass and being retarded for not wanting to wear shoes. Well I refer to that day as 'Night of the Broken Glass' or if you know German and a little WWII history-Kristallknacht(I think that's how you spell it) Even though this isn't the exact pile that cut my foot, you get the idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SEauT4CeFsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Duj2LBX5QCg/s1600-h/PHTO0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SEauT4CeFsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Duj2LBX5QCg/s320/PHTO0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208041675584050882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All idiot comments welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I started this post on the 1st but it is now the 4th and there was some severe weather in Chillicothe. Last night there was a tornado warning from 8:30 till 3:00a.m. It was thundering like crazy and there wasn't more that a 1 second break in between lightning. It was raining like a tsunami and there was hail with intense wind gusts. When I looked outside I didn't see any rotation in the clouds, but the tornado siren was activated anyway. When we heard this Lois and I went into the basement and hung out till the first tornado warning expired. But the lights kept going on and off and the sky was so ominous looking. It was really cool, but also scary. There are still flash flood warnings today, but I think the worst is over. phew!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.Well I know it's a little late, but I'm going to post about my memorial day weekend eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-7648110400105959549?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/7648110400105959549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=7648110400105959549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7648110400105959549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7648110400105959549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/06/severe-weather-alert.html' title='Severe Weather Alert!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SEauS6XUa9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/2RZ9FaFTr_A/s72-c/PHTO0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-3515835795277224893</id><published>2008-05-09T17:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:38:14.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Bananas</title><content type='html'>Wow, so I am going to type out this whole post again because blogger decided to not post it and lost the whole thing. So here it goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy does it stink here, literally and figuratively. Literally because the water main that goes to the dorms flooded and there was no running water to any of the dorms and it smelled like sewage. And figuratively because I am SWAMPED with work, and swamps tend not to smell too good. I have 170-210 pages I need to read for my Poli Sci test on Monday, and I’m stressing about that. But I can’t get motivated to just read and I keep doing anything else to not have to do it just yet(hence why I am writing the post!) I also have two paintings in the works and have a paper due in my Sociology class. But I have another week or so to write it. (I wrote my last paper on Cannibalism and I got an A-, but I got 4 points off because it wasn‘t really a ‘current‘ social issue. Even though with the food shortage, many researchers have projected that cannibalism may become a food source for impoverished countries.) Anyway, I’m not sure what I’m going to write my next one on.&lt;br /&gt;But the big thing that I have going on is the play in sign language. In my class, 40% of our grade was determined by our final project. The original plan was that we were supposed to create and execute our own board game that related to deaf culture. No one in the class was too enthused so we decided to write and perform a play instead. It started out as just a cute little thing that we would have fun with, but it has become significantly larger than we had anticipated. The premise of the play is a young deaf boy and the struggles of growing up deaf. It is called “A day in the life” and it is performed in a deaf theatre ‘shadow’ style. This is where if you are speaking in the play, there is a person dressed the same ‘shadowing’ you and signing what you are saying, and vice-versa for signing and someone speaking the signs. This is popular in deaf culture because hearing and deaf people can enjoy the play without missing anything looking at the interpreter.&lt;br /&gt;This is really cool especially because it is only a ASL level 3 class. We are donating the money to The Ohio School for the Deaf which puts together a camping trip every year for the deaf  kids. Since it is relatively expensive they have a charity that allows people to donate for the kids to be able to go.But I am really starting to enjoy DSI more and more and I'm begining to be able to carry on conversations and not just recite sentences. It's really exciting.&lt;br /&gt;So we are all pumped about the play, but no one was willing to take charge. So now it is up to me, Julie Decamp, and Sandy to do just about everything. I’m writing some of the script, Julie is making the flyers, and Sandy is getting the food and helping with the script as well. So we are working pretty hard and it’s tiresome. BUT to add a little more pressure, the board of the OSFTD is coming to watch! Crazy Bananas!&lt;br /&gt;Another crazy thing that happened this week is that someone tried to steal my car! YES, SOMEONE ACTUALLY WANTED TO STEAL MY CAR! I was walking outside of my last class of that day at about 9 at night and while I am walking to my car, I notice my door is wide open. I know that I had locked it because  I wanted to get something out of the car but I had already locked it and I was too lazy to unlock it again. But I left my passenger side door was unlocked, because the door handle is broken and it’s almost impossible to get in. But as you know my ignition is broken as well. My car will start, but won’t stay on unless you have something to hold the key in place. So unless you know how to get it to stay on it will turn off. So not only was the thief stupid enough to TRY and steal my piece of crap car, he was too stupid to figure out how to get the car to run to actually steal it. But I am incredibly lucky and am oddly enough grateful that my ignition is broken.Crazy Bananas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-3515835795277224893?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/3515835795277224893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=3515835795277224893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/3515835795277224893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/3515835795277224893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazy-bananas_09.html' title='Crazy Bananas'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-8407903423913405900</id><published>2008-04-29T15:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:53:50.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery Week</title><content type='html'>Once again my body has felt the brutality of Athens's wrath, and I considering wearing an 'anti injury bubble' to protect myself. I tried really hard not to get hurt because of an incident with a brick wall the week before, but I failed. I was doing so well and then out of nowhere I start getting all cut up out of nowhere. First, I was working on a car with Drew when one of the tools fell down onto the battery shelf. I had the smallest hands to get to the tool and in the process of getting it, I jot a cut on the top of my left hand. Later, we were all sitting outside and Eric wanted to break a glass bottle on the brick wall and couldn't do it. So, in my natural fashion I showed him up by breaking the bottle on the first try. But in the process of doing it I hit my knuckle on the brick wall and took a chunk out of my pointer finger. If that wasn't enough later ran outside really quick to grab something without shoes on and as a joke Eric gave me a little push. When he did this I stepped directly on some other broken glass. I didn't think my foot got cut cause it didn't hurt at first. Then a couple minutes later I thought to myself "why is it wet everywhere I step?" Sure enough there is a gash on my foot that you could fit a quarter into and it was bleeding like crazy. Needles to say there was blood everywhere and the cut was so deep if I pushed on my foot I had a sort of "puppet" that I could make talk :) Luckily it didn't hurt until the next day when I had to walk around a lot. Anyway, there is a ton of drama going on in Chillicothe that I am not going to get into. But Athens is surprisingly docile at them moment. All in all I am doing well, a little tired, but good none the less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-8407903423913405900?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/8407903423913405900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=8407903423913405900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8407903423913405900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8407903423913405900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/04/recovery-week.html' title='Recovery Week'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-7972190521724634106</id><published>2008-04-17T02:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T02:23:18.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Good Deeds</title><content type='html'>So lately I have been feeling selfish and self centered and have been trying to think of ways to give to people rather than receive. I was feeling a little bit discouraged because I have been having a rather strange week and I haven't been feeling the best. But anyway tonight I finally found a way to help somebody.&lt;br /&gt;I went silent bowling with my ASL class, we try to go once a month and I went and had alot of fun signing and bowling it up. While I was there is saw someone eating Wendy's and I thought to myself "I don't care if I'm a vegetarian, I want a JBC and I will get one!" So at around 11p.m. we finish bowling and I drive over to Wendy's to get said cheeseburger. While I was ordering a man approached the car behind me, and it was obvious he was asking for some kind of help. I also saw he was with a pregnant woman and a little girl. So after I got my food I pulled around and asked them if I could help them in any way. The man said yes, their car had broken down about 6 or so miles away and they had been walking all day trying to find some help. They were from Atlanta, Georgia and were up in Columbus visiting the Woman's Dad who was really sick. They were on their way back when their car died. They asked for a ride to Wal-mart to get some money for a hotel room or find another ride because not only did their car die, the woman's purse was stolen the day before and they had no bank card. I call her a woman because she is a mom-to-be, but she was actually only 18!! That could have been me sitting in a Wendy's parking lot confused in Chillicothe, Ohio. So instead of dropping them off at Wal-mart, I took them to the local hotel and I payed for their hotel room and gave them some money for food, and since they hadn't eaten all day, I gave the little girl my JBC and she smiled and said thank you. So I didn't get to break my Vegetarian-ness but I feel really good. Not like I need a pat on the back good, More like it has been so long since I have helped somebody who needed it because of my selfishness and it felt nice to step outside of myself for once. So I hope Steven, Sarah(i think), Steven's daughter Whitney, and their future child well and I hope they get back to Atlanta alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-7972190521724634106?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/7972190521724634106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=7972190521724634106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7972190521724634106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7972190521724634106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/04/doing-good-deeds.html' title='Doing Good Deeds'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-843515382965183212</id><published>2008-04-12T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:17:37.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New ipod!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, you know it, I have a new ipod nano. As you all know I haven't been in the best of moods lately and thanks to dad, I now have a new lease on happiness. Not that material items fix all your problems, but it definitely didn't hurt. I wanted to post a picture of it but my phone won't send me the message because of poor service in Athens. Well it is beautiful and I pimped out my little box that it came in so I can protect it in style:) I will post a picture as soon as I can but in the meanwhile, I can't. &lt;br /&gt;Before I left for Athens I did update the pictures of my painting. It's coming along well, but my teacher absolutely hates me. Not with and intense feeling of loathing or anything, but she really doesn't like my unconventional and quite odd painting style. She likes the product, but not the process. Anyway, I am not really enjoying this painting anymore because of all the guidelines. She actuall ythreatened to dock me points if I didn't listen to her advice, thats kind of discouraging. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SAD8bYm0m5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jshaFoU_KQ4/s1600-h/pattern+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SAD8bYm0m5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jshaFoU_KQ4/s400/pattern+close+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188424318122761106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SAD8b4m0m6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/VdXnJKgaqEM/s1600-h/pattern+in+tow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SAD8b4m0m6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/VdXnJKgaqEM/s400/pattern+in+tow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188424326712695714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's my progress. At least I don't completely suck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-843515382965183212?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/843515382965183212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=843515382965183212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/843515382965183212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/843515382965183212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-ipod.html' title='New ipod!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SAD8bYm0m5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jshaFoU_KQ4/s72-c/pattern+close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-247319012381323192</id><published>2008-04-04T23:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:41:58.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling utterly worthless</title><content type='html'>So this is the first week of 10 that I will be isolated here in Chillicothe once again and it has dragged out so long.I have 4 classes, Poli Sci 150, Soc 210, Basic painting, and DSI 113. The Soc and Poli Sci class are very similar in nature. Soc is called "Contemporary Social Problems" and Poli Sci is called "Current World Problems" But they are different enough to make me not want to drop one. This week has gone by at an alarmingly slow rate. Today, I woke up at like 11 and from 12 to 7:30 I worked on a painting for my art class. We had to do research on the difference between pattern and motif, so then we had to create our own nonrepresentational motif and turn it into a pattern. So I was making this pattern/painting all day. The terrible thing is, I didn't even put paint on it until 5:30. It is a pattern design and I decided to get really anal and make everything exact. So I started painting and then I was all "Wait...How do I want to paint this?" so I have my design all drawn out and some white paint strategically placed in areas I will make lighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R_bw9uwRxoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WFd2WYCOJUg/s1600-h/painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R_bw9uwRxoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WFd2WYCOJUg/s400/painting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185596964276913794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the motif that I am turning into a pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R_bxPuwRxpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xrJHt7W8B0A/s1600-h/pattern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R_bxPuwRxpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xrJHt7W8B0A/s400/pattern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185597273514559122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look like much but I will update on the progress.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why this week has been dragging on so much is the fact that Drew has not answered a single one of my calls in the past 5 days. I have talked to him twice for around 15 minutes and then I feel weird and get off the phone. He sometimes answers my texts and will promise to call, but he simply hasn't. I mean I'm not obsessive or anything, and I've tried to give him some space, but being straight up ignored is killing me. I've had one or two of my calls ignored every once in a while, but this hurts so bad. I mean to just be ignored and treated like an annoyance is one of the most offensive things I have ever had done to me. So that is why I feel worthless. I was actually ok with it for a couple days, just to you know, cool off. But now my wits are gone and my anxiety has taken over. So I'm alright, just kinda hurt right now. (p.s. don't hate Drew or anything, I'm not just complaining about him. That's just the only other thing that has been going on and it's on my mind so I posted it. But yea, don't hate him.)&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is doing well and I'll get back in the habit of updating more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-247319012381323192?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/247319012381323192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=247319012381323192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/247319012381323192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/247319012381323192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-feeling-utterly-worthless.html' title='I&apos;m feeling utterly worthless'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R_bw9uwRxoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WFd2WYCOJUg/s72-c/painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-1987170926103905567</id><published>2008-04-01T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:42:18.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not this again!</title><content type='html'>Yes, It seems like just yesterday I was sitting at home and the most important thing I HAD to do all day was to tell Lynn about the dream I had last night. Anyway I am back at school and am feeling lame. I wanted to come back so bad, but once I got here it is like "man I don't want to do this again" oh well, just wanted to let you know I exist... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-1987170926103905567?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/1987170926103905567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=1987170926103905567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1987170926103905567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1987170926103905567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-this-again.html' title='Not this again!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-805936777769391486</id><published>2008-03-26T18:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T18:22:45.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes I did drop off the face of the earth, but it's ok...I found a ladder</title><content type='html'>As you may have heard, I have in fact dropped off the face of the earth. I am back, but not much has happened. I came home and it's drama fest here and no one likes me anymore so I had to find a different place to stay. So I'm living with my friend Lynn and we hang out and have fun. She treats me nice and I enjoy her company, but I feel lame because I spend almost all day with her, I even come hang out with her at work!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let me explain the whole going to work with her thing. Drew and I always go to this coffee shop called Cravings, and we spend absurd amounts of time at the place. I met Lynn there and she's really cool and we hang out. So I am not stalking her, but it sure seems like it. I'm talking to her right now...crazy.&lt;br /&gt;So that's probably the best thing to happen to me since all my Friends are back at school, mad at me, or simply don't exist. I have no money and mom had to bail me out of a sticky situation and I've been feeling like crap. Strangely enough, I actually miss Chillicothe. Never thought I would say that.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Chillicothe, after the battle with finals I came out triumphant and have officially become a nerd. With 17 credit hours I earned a 4.0 GPA. Wow... So now that's over and I get to go back and do it all again in a couple days, geeze.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everybody had a good Easter. Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-805936777769391486?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/805936777769391486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=805936777769391486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/805936777769391486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/805936777769391486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-i-did-drop-off-face-of-earth-but.html' title='Yes I did drop off the face of the earth, but it&apos;s ok...I found a ladder'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-292568389564522247</id><published>2008-03-15T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T19:16:05.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, the Finals Have Arrived</title><content type='html'>So I'm sorry again that I haven't posted as of late, but I have been crazy busy. I am working on two really big papers and studying for my audio production final. I have also been in Athens on the weekends, working and having some fun on the side. I can't wait till it's over because I am tired. I felt like I haven't had to work at all this quarter, and all of a sudden I'm swamped. Oh well, other than that I have nothing to report. It hasn't been the most exciting few weeks. I'll be home on Friday, yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-292568389564522247?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/292568389564522247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=292568389564522247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/292568389564522247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/292568389564522247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-finals-have-arrived.html' title='Finally, the Finals Have Arrived'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-7398708858690008738</id><published>2008-03-11T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:19:24.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok, I am alive.</title><content type='html'>So I had some people express some concern over the fact that I haven't posted in a long time. I just wanted to let you all know that I am in fact alive, just uber busy. I probably won't be able to make a post until this weekend, I just didn't want any search parties coming to my house:) so love you all, update soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-7398708858690008738?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/7398708858690008738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=7398708858690008738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7398708858690008738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7398708858690008738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-ok-i-am-alive.html' title='It&apos;s ok, I am alive.'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-3312497600149460197</id><published>2008-02-27T21:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:39:38.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?!?</title><content type='html'>I HAVE A CAR!! I know it's a little late, I got it on Thursday and I have just been so busy since that I haven't posted yet. I love my little car! The inside is atrocious, much worse than I remembered. Oh well, I got a pretty good deal on some professional upholstery cleaner so I am going to try that, and if it doesn't work, I get my money back. Sweet deal. I think the reason why I love my car is it saved my life. Thursday, the day I bought the car, I drove to Athens even though I knew a bad snow storm was coming. I thought I could out run it but it caught up to me, and let me tell you, it was baaaaad. It took me 3 hours to get from Chillicothe to Athens, normally a 1 hour drive. But the car was great, it handled very well, except when I accidentally hit my breaks too hard. Luckily, I was the only one on the road, because I spun out a full 600 degrees. It was scary, but like I said, the car and myself handled it really well and I got to Athens safe :) So I have had another crazy week, and I have another one coming. I have to sign up for next quarters classes today and I feel like I haven't even started my current quarter. It just went by so fast! But yeah, I'll post some before and after pictures of the interior. I hope this stuff works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-3312497600149460197?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/3312497600149460197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=3312497600149460197' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/3312497600149460197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/3312497600149460197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/02/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?!?'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-4509034709438041459</id><published>2008-02-21T04:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:24:11.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is the best of times, and the worst of times</title><content type='html'>It really is. I mean it's not the worst week ever or anything, but in comparison to prior weeks, this is the worst. I still don't have a car. That's right STILL! Me and the guy had a deal for him to deliver it on Tuesday, and here it is Wednesday going on Thursday, and still no car. I really am upset. But he is coming tomorrow morning. Also my ipod broke.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R71AnYy73ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CvG3kqvuRzE/s1600-h/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R71AnYy73ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CvG3kqvuRzE/s400/ipod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169358992706362770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After two and a half faithful years, the screen has cracked beyond the point of usability. I mean it still plays music and all but you can't tell what. Everyone in the family pulled together to get me this device so that is why I have looked up other options, rather than just throwing it out. I have looked online and I can get a new screen for as low as $15, and I would have to install it myself. But it is starting to get a little bit dated. So I was wondering what the consensus was, New ipod, or fix the old. Let me know in the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-4509034709438041459?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/4509034709438041459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=4509034709438041459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/4509034709438041459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/4509034709438041459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-really-is.html' title='It is the best of times, and the worst of times'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R71AnYy73ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CvG3kqvuRzE/s72-c/ipod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-1862577148598714332</id><published>2008-02-15T22:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:58:19.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I Met My Car Today...</title><content type='html'>...and no, I did not take it home. Why? you ask. Well of course the guys other car brokedown, and he politely asked if he could use my car till tuesday when his car gets fixed. Then he will drive my car to me. Of course! Leave it to me to catch another snag, but in general I figured a little compassion and patience never did anyone any harm. I gave him a down payment so he knew I really wanted it, and I have a little contract that we both signed to make sure there was no confusion. But I got to give it a test drive, which was good. It was great! it was the complete manifestation of beater with a heater! But for some reason, I felt connected to the car and just really liked it anyway. I get like that about inatimate objects, I feel like I know what they want, and this car looked like it wanted some love. And I kinda knew that we were meant to be. Even in it's decrepid state it had so much personality, honest! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, minus the ignition problem and the akward placement of the shifter(it's lower than I'm used to), it runs really strong, and still has a lot of life in it. It's got a bunch of new stuff under the hood, which makes up for the neglected inside. Which definately needs a womans touch, or something! It's pretty dirty, and it is lacking in the front speaker department(it looked like someone tried to put in new ones and never got around to it) But nothing a junkyard visit, a little saudering, and a seat shampooing won't fix.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Valentine from my car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R7Zm2Iy73YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4hQbioQN7hU/s1600-h/car+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R7Zm2Iy73YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4hQbioQN7hU/s400/car+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167430702714314114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'm either really inspired, or really dumb, and there is only one way to find out.&lt;br /&gt;So your prayers have been working up to this point, so keep doin what your doin! I sure hope I'm not just dumb, but it feels alright, it feels like I'm making the right choice. Oh well, I can't wait till tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-1862577148598714332?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/1862577148598714332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=1862577148598714332' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1862577148598714332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1862577148598714332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-met-my-car-today.html' title='So, I Met My Car Today...'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R7Zm2Iy73YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4hQbioQN7hU/s72-c/car+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-775819383662122831</id><published>2008-02-12T14:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:58:17.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory Is Mine!</title><content type='html'>Take that all you nay-sayers(a.k.a. myself) I have procured the item of my desire at last. A car with my name all over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R7H1iYy73XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CTSlSi2AyIA/s1600-h/My+car!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R7H1iYy73XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CTSlSi2AyIA/s400/My+car!!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166180218691116402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a honda, but it has everything I wanted in a car, besides the honda name. It is a 1997 Hyundai accent, stickshift, two door, in almost perfect running condition. The only things wrong with it are the windows don't roll down all the way, and the inside plastic door handle on the drivers side broke,but you can still get out. I am so excited and will be getting it on Friday, or Saturday at the latest.&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-775819383662122831?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/775819383662122831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=775819383662122831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/775819383662122831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/775819383662122831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/02/victory-is-mine.html' title='Victory Is Mine!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R7H1iYy73XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CTSlSi2AyIA/s72-c/My+car!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-7816802470991672587</id><published>2008-02-09T03:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T03:12:13.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No car for me :(</title><content type='html'>Wow, my patience is running thin. I am so tired of looking for cars, yet everyday there I am looking on craigslist, calling people and not getting a car. Oh well... I'm kind of being particular on the car I buy, because I need it to last me at least a year. I mean I could have had like 4 ford tempo's and 6 geo metro's, but I know they won't even last the trip to Chillicothe.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was an alright day, but let me tell you, my head sure does hurt. If any of you are farmiliar with audio production, you may have heard of the program "Pro-Tools" it is basically and virtual interface of a normal analog mixing board. Well since I am in the audio class, I decided that I am going to learn the program to the fullest of my ability. I don't know, I just really want to do it. So today was day 1, I sat down and did like 4 hours of introduction demos and learned how to do about 2 things. Oh well you have to start somewhere, but I actually learned more just playing around with the program than from the tutorials. But they are really helpful. Well that's all for now, I just wanted to let you know that i did not get the car. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, does anyone know why blogger won't let my spellcheck, I push the icon and nothing happens, same with the picture icon. hmph, puzzling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-7816802470991672587?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/7816802470991672587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=7816802470991672587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7816802470991672587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7816802470991672587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-car-for-me.html' title='No car for me :('/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-9037011104279799770</id><published>2008-02-05T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T23:40:03.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out of my dreams, and give me a car!</title><content type='html'>So I'm looking to enter more into the adult world by owning my first car. I already got my drivers license, went to prom, graduated from high school, moved out of the house, got a speeding ticket... You know, everything that brings you from childhood, into an official adult. After weeks of looking at potential cars, sending countless emails, calling countless people, and either getting no response or people not wanting to sell it to me because they think I could do better than their car, I have found my car. It is a 1992 stick shift Honda civic. I am in love! It has high miles and a tire rod that needs replaced but all in all it fits my needs. I mean all I really need/can afford is a beater with a heater and I'm good. I will know tomorrow if it is to be mine and I am so excited I can barely study! So everyone pray for me, and hope that it all works out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.craigslist.org/010107010309010401200802043f5ab46abf2c51e23a00d752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.craigslist.org/010107010309010401200802043f5ab46abf2c51e23a00d752.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for my report on everything else.&lt;br /&gt;I am doing pretty good in school right now. I am struggling with the audio class because of the imposing nature of trying to understand everything there is about sound. But I am just going to sit down with my book this weekend become one with the world of audio production. I am doing alright with my other classes, but I am now halfway through the quarter and that's when things start to get tough. I have a 10 page term paper due at the end of the quarter that I haven't even thought about. So if any of you have any ideas for a sociology term paper pertaining to social issues in our culture, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was Drew's b-day and Whitney drove me to Athens to celebrate. I got him a sweet b-day present, pulling my inspiration from the "Dave Brown's-Book of awesome ideas" and wrote out "the 19 things that remind me of Drew". It wasn't as awesome as I had hoped because of the lack of "moolah" but Drew loved it. So we sat around and talked and had a really nice time. But I was feeling a little down in the dumps, because I felt like no one besides Drew remembered or even cared about me in Athens. But that quickly changed when I walked into the house that Drew's B-day party was at.&lt;br /&gt;I was ambushed, everyone yelled my name and proceeded to hug me,pick me up, and give me kisses on the cheeks. Drew's room mate Jeremy even put me on his shoulders and carried me around and I was giving everyone high-fives. I had no idea that people cared that much. All night one by one everyone came up to me specifically to tell me how much they missed me and that they love it when I'm around, it was a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;So I have been smiling ever since! Drew was nice to me, I feel loved, I feel like people care, I might be getting my first car. This has just been a very good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-9037011104279799770?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/9037011104279799770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=9037011104279799770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/9037011104279799770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/9037011104279799770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/02/get-out-of-my-dreams-and-give-me-car.html' title='Get out of my dreams, and give me a car!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-7561782004207186079</id><published>2008-01-22T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:19:56.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In your face Dave and Rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none;" src="http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/readinglevel/img/junior_high.jpg" alt="blog readability test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.criticsrant.com"&gt;TV Reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did my other blog and I got the genius score. I think I am just the most smartest of the bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-7561782004207186079?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/7561782004207186079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=7561782004207186079' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7561782004207186079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/7561782004207186079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-your-face-dave-and-rosa.html' title='In your face Dave and Rosa'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-8007636346012993329</id><published>2008-01-21T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T04:05:39.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper City Party!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the rumors are true. I went out!! This is a milestone in OU-Chillicothe history for me, and I wanted to tell everyone in the fam about it.(P.S. Chillicothe is commonly referred to as "Paper City" because of it's paper mills, and if nothing else, it makes it sound, in the words of the natives "cooler") I sound like a nerd deprived of social contact my whole life, but this is really the only time in my life that I haven't had a group of friends to associate with. But anyway, I went to a show with my friend Whitney and saw some local bands play. That part was fun, except I was being too critical about the intonation of the guitars, the excess&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R5RPzN26yNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aV1PzYd0fFw/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157835214557989074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" height="250" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R5RPzN26yNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aV1PzYd0fFw/s400/hand.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of volume, and the different kinds of cymbals the drummer used. Well ti's my nature to be like that. But the real fun was the gathering after. I met some really cool people, and besides being viciously attacked by a cat(see picture), I really enjoyed myself. The hand looks a little better since I've gotten out of the shower, but believe me it was much worse before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I finally got my Psychology book in the mail! I ordered it on the 8th and received it the 19th. This unfortunate event led to a 6 out of 10 on my quiz(pretty good for guessing). But it's OK because I got 3 points of extra credit as well:) I also am over my kidney infection after having to miss some school and lie in my bed for 3 1/2 days moving only to get more water and take more pills. I also got a nice visit from mom, and she was kind enough to let me borrow the car to go visit Drew last Sunday. We had a really nice time, even if he is being a punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other big news is I went to the chiropractor this week. You know I went in there, said my back kinda hurt, you know not a big deal. Well, after doing a test to measure the tension of my muscles(see below), h&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R5RU3N26yOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q3fOTQo1Vt4/s1600-h/back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157840780835604706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R5RU3N26yOI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q3fOTQo1Vt4/s320/back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e was concerned about how much my muscles were compensating for my spine. On the left is a normal back, the right is mine. All red, and some muscles even at a tension of 210% more than normal, and after getting my X-rays it was clear what the problem was.&lt;br /&gt;9 of my discs from my shoulders to mid back were rotated about 60 degrees to the left and perfectly straight, which is not a good thing. Along with that I had 1 pinched disc in my neck and 2 in my lower back. He was surprised I wasn't in more pain, and I was surprised no one had noticed earlier. So he's been cracking my back into place, and I've been re-training my back muscles to move properly, since I've had a misaligned spine for an estimated 4 to 6 years!&lt;br /&gt;So besides finding out I have the back of a 45 year old, and one leg is longer than the other, I feel a lot better thanks to Dr. Hanes.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, I've been studying up on my audio theories, reading my psych and soc books, and dreaming in sign language. I'm beginning to be homesick again, but hopefully school will keep me busy enough not to notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-8007636346012993329?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/8007636346012993329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=8007636346012993329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8007636346012993329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8007636346012993329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/01/paper-city-party.html' title='Paper City Party!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R5RPzN26yNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aV1PzYd0fFw/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-768200508629840524</id><published>2008-01-08T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T01:06:39.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party's Over</title><content type='html'>Yes it is true, the party is over. I am back at school again, and so far off to an alright start. A lot of good things and a lot of bad. I like both my Psych teacher and my DSI teacher(who is deaf) and I am excited for both the classes. It's crazy though; to get an A in  DSI I have to go to the silent camp out. Yes that is a whole weekend using nothing but sign... It's not till May so I have time to get ready, but right about now I am not so sure I could do that. I have a deaf teacher and that seems hard enough! But I think it will be a lot of fun, I also may have to find a ride up to Columbus for another mandatory deaf event. But it's true, the only way to truly learn ASL is to immerse yourself into deaf culture. So school is alright so far, but it's more work than I thought. I have to go to the doctor really soon because I have the most painful kidney infection right now. Unfortunately I can't afford to go to the doctor until Thursday night or Friday, because I can't miss school. I can tough it out though, I am keeping it at bay with cranberry juice and lots and lots of water. But boy do I feel terrible right now. Hopefully I'll feel better soon. Also, Drew and I are taking a break right now. It's hard on my emotions, but we are still there for each other and no bridges have been burned, but let me tell you I am struggling a little bit with the whole thing. I think it's for the better so I have to just let things play out. oh well wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-768200508629840524?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/768200508629840524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=768200508629840524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/768200508629840524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/768200508629840524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/01/partys-over.html' title='The Party&apos;s Over'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-2810649281805515473</id><published>2008-01-04T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T01:33:37.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Two-Thousand-Great</title><content type='html'>I got home from Virgina on the 23 of December and preceded to have a great Christmas with family and then later with friends, I have pictures but they are on another computer and I am on my friends. So maybe I'll post 'em, maybe not. I am feeling so unmotivated these past few days. My New Year started great but by the end of the night, I ended up having the worst night of my life. No details necessary, but I spent the first day of the year miserable, crying on Drew 's basement couch...great start. Ever since I have just been in a daze, I think because it was the first day of my new year, any other day I think I would be fine by now, but eh.&lt;br /&gt;I leave Sunday for Chilli and I hope all is well with Lois(my landlady). I haven't spoken to her yet, but she doesn't have a cell phone, and I think she is visiting her daughter in Indiana, Pennsylvania. Yes, it does exist. and no it's not just right on the border in between the two states(If you don't get it, look at a map of the U.S.)&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Gabey to the airport and then picked up Rosa and Dave. It's going to be weird not being with them everyday, but I have to adjust to a lot of things all over again, I can't decide if I want a job in Chilli or not, if I want to add another class, let alone if I want to stay down there, geeze. This is too much to think about right before bed but I just wanted to give everyone a heads up.&lt;br /&gt;I start school the 7th so I'll probably be posting then, love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-2810649281805515473?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/2810649281805515473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=2810649281805515473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/2810649281805515473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/2810649281805515473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-two-thousand-great.html' title='Happy Two-Thousand-Great'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-3515858120958343206</id><published>2007-12-18T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:17:05.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed, Bath, and Beyond Homesick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R2qwKN26yMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WVo-tbtRa84/s1600-h/work+tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146119213789399234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R2qwKN26yMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WVo-tbtRa84/s400/work+tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm into my second week here in the VA and I am getting sooo homesick. From minute to minute I'm fine, but the instant I sit down and relax all I can think about is getting home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enjoying my job though. I picked everything up pretty fast, and I generally don't make terrible mistakes, but yesterday, I was not feeling well and I had closed the night before and was there until 1 a.m. and I was the first one to leave! Everyone was all stressed because the district managers were there. Luckily, Rosa was there to keep me calm, and Dave visited when Rowie and I went on break. Overall it is a great job and I like my little apron. This is me before fixing myself up to be in public, it's pretty gross, and my exhaustion shows. I closed the night before, and two nights before that, and I close everyday this week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145392969179383986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R2gbpN26yLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/6pJ1CP8QbKQ/s400/me+work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup, pretty gross, be home soon:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-3515858120958343206?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/3515858120958343206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=3515858120958343206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/3515858120958343206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/3515858120958343206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/12/bed-bath-and-beyond-homesick.html' title='Bed, Bath, and Beyond Homesick'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R2qwKN26yMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/WVo-tbtRa84/s72-c/work+tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-4640173773325614408</id><published>2007-12-10T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:18:25.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet home....Virginia?</title><content type='html'>So I came to Virgina to see Rosa's play, and let me tell you, it is pure amazing. She is so good and the play is hilarious. The only change in my plans in that I decided to stay here and get a job woth Rosa at Bed Bath and Beyond. I start tomorrow :) I will be coming back for Christmas with Rosa and Dave. Wish me luck, see everyone soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-4640173773325614408?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/4640173773325614408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=4640173773325614408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/4640173773325614408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/4640173773325614408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweet-homevirginia.html' title='Sweet home....Virginia?'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-8306237367104745049</id><published>2007-11-28T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:52:13.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter one is finished!!</title><content type='html'>So the grades came in, and the suspense is over. Here's my report card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ART 110 H01 SEEING-KNOWING VISUAL ART .............A&lt;br /&gt;DSI 111 H02 SIGN LANGUAGE I ..............................A&lt;br /&gt;ENG 152 H01 WRITING AND READING ......................A-&lt;br /&gt;TCOM 110 H01 WRITING &amp;amp; PRODUCTION PLAN ..........A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPA --&lt;u&gt;3.902&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Congratulations! You have made the Dean's list for this quarter.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The underlined part is the cool stuff, I am really excited. I thought you would all be happy for me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-8306237367104745049?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/8306237367104745049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=8306237367104745049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8306237367104745049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8306237367104745049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/11/quarter-one-is-finished.html' title='Quarter one is finished!!'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-9023621299364193479</id><published>2007-11-26T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:58:23.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Settled</title><content type='html'>So after a week of staying place to place and never being able to unpack, I am settled into Julie Scherma's humble abode. It's not home by any means, but it's a bed and I can finally stop living out of boxes. Sorry I haven't really gotten a hold of anyone, I have been either trying like crazy to find a place to stay for the night, or trying like crazy to find a job, I should know soon what the dealio is with Urban Outfitters, and if that doesn't work out I have to try plan B. Just giving an update, I feel like crap, I'm sick, and I'm sick of being panicked all the time, but it should be OK soon. But what do I know? aaaaanyway, despite my current feelings everything is all good and is looking up. I love everyone, see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-9023621299364193479?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/9023621299364193479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=9023621299364193479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/9023621299364193479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/9023621299364193479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally-settled.html' title='Finally Settled'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-8493260543778827973</id><published>2007-11-23T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:45:16.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R0e4bf3ylzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3yCO_o5tpeg/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136276682590820146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R0e4bf3ylzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3yCO_o5tpeg/s400/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I'm sorry that I didn't get ahold of everyone on thanksgiving, especially you Dad. I meant to call everyone but I guess I am just a lazy bum. So I'm sorry everyone.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the Ohio girls had fun. Instead of slaving all day over a hot stove to make turkeys we decided to make pizzas in the shape of turkeys. We had alot of fun and I hope you enjoy the pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136137452635985602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R0c5zP3ylsI/AAAAAAAAADA/0laDVLkxPHw/s400/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-8493260543778827973?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/8493260543778827973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=8493260543778827973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8493260543778827973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/8493260543778827973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/R0e4bf3ylzI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3yCO_o5tpeg/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-4987897484279839617</id><published>2007-11-13T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T22:02:01.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Athens, day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzu1uv3ylpI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLNxksuKnGA/s1600-h/DSC_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132896015047890578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzu1uv3ylpI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLNxksuKnGA/s320/DSC_0302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have been&lt;br /&gt;here since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, and it's been fun. It was really exciting because on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; our friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lakewood&lt;/span&gt; payed us a visit. Needless to say I was almost in tears because I missed them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; much. We had a really nice time and went to the abandoned insane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asylum&lt;/span&gt; near the school. It's HUGE, we went there for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; too and it was cool but it was night and I had no sense of scale. Then we went the other day and it was just so cool. The first picture is only Less than half of 1 of the 8 or so wings in total. We got into the old abandoned TB ward and got some pictures. These are some of my favorites that Drew took. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzux9f3yloI/AAAAAAAAACk/FR4PNs1Lx9o/s1600-h/Lisy_Portfolio0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132891870404449922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzux9f3yloI/AAAAAAAAACk/FR4PNs1Lx9o/s320/Lisy_Portfolio0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/RzuvhP3yljI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QUQnMWs0TFU/s1600-h/DSC_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132889186049889842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/RzuvhP3yljI/AAAAAAAAAB8/QUQnMWs0TFU/s320/DSC_0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzux9P3ylnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Wuga3tPIl1M/s1600-h/DSC_0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132891866109482610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzux9P3ylnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Wuga3tPIl1M/s320/DSC_0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzuvhf3ylkI/AAAAAAAAACE/98ckLooxHFU/s1600-h/DSC_0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132889190344857154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzuvhf3ylkI/AAAAAAAAACE/98ckLooxHFU/s320/DSC_0247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, kinda creepy. That girl is our friend from home, Betsy&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzuvh_3yllI/AAAAAAAAACM/z9iSdL-5nfE/s1600-h/DSC_0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132889198934791762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzuvh_3yllI/AAAAAAAAACM/z9iSdL-5nfE/s320/DSC_0258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/RzuviP3ylmI/AAAAAAAAACU/o8S9GaURakY/s1600-h/DSC_0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132889203229759074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/RzuviP3ylmI/AAAAAAAAACU/o8S9GaURakY/s320/DSC_0273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132887867494929954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/RzuuUf3yliI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6uGfjo22RTk/s320/DSC_0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door on the right was in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; wing, for the children who were sick, this was their play area. Overall it wasn't that scary, a little eerie feeling, but not overwhelmingly so. I was just kind of upset that it had been so damaged by kids going in and painting and writing stupid things on the walls, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since then we haven't really done anything. Drew has been studying for his finals, and no one is really ever around unless they are studying. The good news is I found a place to stay for the break and hopefully a job too. My friend Julie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scherma&lt;/span&gt; offered me to stay at her place for the break, and I can stay in her sister's room. It's on Hilliard in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Westlake&lt;/span&gt; so I'll be near where mom works so I can get her car while she's there if I need it. That should work out really well.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll keep you guys updated, love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-4987897484279839617?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/4987897484279839617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=4987897484279839617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/4987897484279839617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/4987897484279839617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/11/athens-day-4.html' title='Athens, day 4'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/Rzu1uv3ylpI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLNxksuKnGA/s72-c/DSC_0302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-566023232670353379</id><published>2007-11-09T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:05:04.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day in Chillicothe</title><content type='html'>Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Athens tomorrow in the morning! My friend Whitney is heading there for the weekend and is taking me with her, I will be staying with Lauren, my friend from high school until the 21st, when Drew's mom(or dad) will be coming and getting us. Yay! I can't wait to go home, wherever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;I think I did well on all my finals, but I won't know for like another week or so. I know I got an A on my English final, I'm almost positive I got an A in TCOM, I know I got at least a B on my DSI final, and I'm just hoping I got a good grade on my art final. Woo! I'm pumped.&lt;br /&gt;The only bad news is, I went to sign up for classes today at like 7, and the online registration was closed for the day, bummer. And when I checked on all of my classes to see if I could still get in, the anthropology class was full...not cool.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of taking public speaking, I switched my psych class with a sociology class, and put the psych where the anthropology was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Take that&lt;/u&gt; Public Speaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Schedule&lt;br /&gt;Monday + Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;3:10-5:25 Psych 101&lt;br /&gt;5:30-720 DSI 112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday+Thursday&lt;br /&gt;3:10-5:25 Soc 101&lt;br /&gt;7:30-9:20 TCOM 486&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making it official tomorrow, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in Cleveland, I'll see you soon!! YAAaAy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. What are we all doing for thanksgiving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-566023232670353379?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/566023232670353379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=566023232670353379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/566023232670353379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/566023232670353379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-day-in-chillicothe.html' title='Last day in Chillicothe'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-1587561643546045463</id><published>2007-11-04T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T04:42:57.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ever said you wouldn't need a grappling hook at college?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.surplusandadventure.com/ishop/images/800/grappling_hook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.surplusandadventure.com/ishop/images/800/grappling_hook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, it is true. A grappling hook has officially been used at OU, by Drew of all people. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to post it cause it just astounded me. So here's the scoop...&lt;br /&gt;Some drunk kid comes back to Jefferson Hall, where a tired Drew(it's about 2:30 a.m.) and a few people are hanging out in the study lounge. There is a bike in the corner of the room, that belongs to one of the girls on the 3rd floor. The kid proceeds to throw the bike out the window(with no reason) to the 2nd floor roof. And one of the R.A.'s calls the cops.&lt;br /&gt;To keep everyone out of trouble, a few of Drew's friends lower him to the balcony, using Drew's Grappling hook, to retrieve the bike safely.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, who would've guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaanyway on the bright side, I have arranged my winter quarter schedule. I can't make it official till Nov. 8th, but I have it planned out and hope all goes well. Here's what it looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday + Wednesday-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:10-3:25 Introduction to Cultural Anthropology&lt;br /&gt;5:30-7:20 DSI 112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday + Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:10-5:25 Intro to Psychology&lt;br /&gt;7:30-9:20 TCOM 486 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drum roll please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing me to a grand total of 19 credit hours, geeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Anthropology class is almost full, so I hope I get in. Otherwise I have to take Public Speaking, which I really don't want to take.&lt;br /&gt;That's all my news except Nov. 7th is my last day of class, well hopefully. I will be done with all of my finals except for one by then. I'm hoping the teacher will let me take the final early, because if not, I won't have any classes and I would just have to sit around till the scheduled test date of &lt;u&gt;Nov. 14th!!!&lt;/u&gt; That's a whole week I would have nothing to do, which would stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess we will just have to wait and see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, I was drinking chocolate milk today and I just randomly thought about the song "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk" and it's been stuck in my head all day. So I listened to the All Night Yahtzee version on YouTube, man that was a good trip:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-1587561643546045463?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/1587561643546045463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=1587561643546045463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1587561643546045463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1587561643546045463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-ever-said-you-wouldnt-need.html' title='Who ever said you wouldn&apos;t need a grappling hook at college?'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-6823536089286866869</id><published>2007-10-29T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:54:53.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere That's Green</title><content type='html'>Yeah, my sister rules...&lt;br /&gt;I tried to upload the video, but after an hour of saying it was uploading it failed, so I give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but I'd have to say I'm pretty much jealous to say the least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm working on a paper right now and Lauren hasn't sent me the pictures of Halloween yet, but I'll put them up as soon as I have them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-6823536089286866869?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/6823536089286866869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=6823536089286866869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/6823536089286866869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/6823536089286866869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/10/somewhere-thats-green.html' title='Somewhere That&apos;s Green'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-1106573429781976960</id><published>2007-10-28T22:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:42:57.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Camera</title><content type='html'>So I was going to have a bunch of cool pictures of Halloween for you, but... my memory card keeps messing up and deleted all my pictures. I wanted to cry, for serious. Lauren is going to send me some pictures of Drew and I, so I'll post them soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-1106573429781976960?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/1106573429781976960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=1106573429781976960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1106573429781976960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1106573429781976960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/10/stupid-camera.html' title='Stupid Camera'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-1196410323080617500</id><published>2007-10-25T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:27:59.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/RyFBWYSadWI/AAAAAAAAABY/tfB0q0hOxUA/s1600-h/mgsmerylsilverburghlr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125449703656944994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/RyFBWYSadWI/AAAAAAAAABY/tfB0q0hOxUA/s320/mgsmerylsilverburghlr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm going to Halloween in Athens this weekend and I'm kind of nervous. It is a big deal there and I don't really have the money to go all out. But I bought some boots, and I'm hoping that they will last me this winter so it wasn't a complete waste of money, even though they were on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The picture on the left is who I am being, I'll try and take some pictures of me dressed up, but I probably won't look too much like her because I am so short and I don't have red hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know none of you really know anything about Metal Gear Solid(the game she is from) but Drew is going to be Solid Snake, the main character in the game. I think it is an awesome idea, even if I have been nay saying from the begining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, I am really stressed because of school and I'm hoping this will take my mind off things without putting me too far behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drew is having a tough time with school too, but no worries, he'll make it work. I will update again soon, I kinda like this thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-1196410323080617500?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/1196410323080617500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=1196410323080617500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1196410323080617500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/1196410323080617500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/RyFBWYSadWI/AAAAAAAAABY/tfB0q0hOxUA/s72-c/mgsmerylsilverburghlr4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5793632272936485232.post-89661675086262633</id><published>2007-10-16T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:00:21.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Wanted to Fit In...</title><content type='html'>I thought that my siblings bolgs were cute, and I hate myspace, so I decided to make my own so that people can know whats up. I'm at school in Ohio University-Chillicothe right now... and well it's kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never stayed anywhere more south than Columbus for longer than a few days and I'd have to say, it's a whole different world. I miss the hustle and bustle of New York City, the culture of Chicago, the way Cleveland always felt like home. There is NOTHING going on here like that, and Columbus is the "cream of the crop" here, and I have avoided that city like the plauge for being so full of itself, but right about now, Columbus wouldn't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said nothing was going on, that was a lie, there is a Pumpkin festival going on in Circleville...&lt;br /&gt;I have to resist with all my might not to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5793632272936485232-89661675086262633?l=theforrealjp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/feeds/89661675086262633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5793632272936485232&amp;postID=89661675086262633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/89661675086262633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5793632272936485232/posts/default/89661675086262633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforrealjp.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-just-wanted-to-fit-in.html' title='I Just Wanted to Fit In...'/><author><name>The For Real JP</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sZWN9F6ycHo/SXcD9xnDdlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/58mbZGCirg0/S220/Lasfmpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
