<?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-8080851333803043947</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:41:39.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-5267443846631910902</id><published>2007-09-02T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:57:03.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender All</title><content type='html'>Would you be willing to give a year to Jesus?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-5267443846631910902?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/5267443846631910902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=5267443846631910902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5267443846631910902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5267443846631910902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/09/surrender-all.html' title='Surrender All'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-5168663495215285762</id><published>2007-08-15T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:25:34.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happen Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some negatives of living in a small detached neighbourhood in Nepean Ontario:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;milk in a bag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beef that's not from Alberta &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walking to the mailbox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;humidity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;short thunder storms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fourteen-percent tax&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;half my channels are french&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dark by nine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all good shopps are at least twenty minutes away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boston Pizza is rare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no Julios Barrios at all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;water doesn't taste very good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-5168663495215285762?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/5168663495215285762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=5168663495215285762' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5168663495215285762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5168663495215285762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/08/happen-now.html' title='Happen Now'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-3403693683662588485</id><published>2007-08-08T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:47:17.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arboreal:</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(adjective) Relating to or resembling a tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am arboreal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-3403693683662588485?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/3403693683662588485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=3403693683662588485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3403693683662588485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3403693683662588485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/08/arboreal.html' title='Arboreal:'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-7207125187902151417</id><published>2007-08-07T13:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:20:53.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absentminded Melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RrjYg67Y7fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p1RWWdZnqP4/s1600-h/100_2950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096061038455483890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RrjYg67Y7fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p1RWWdZnqP4/s400/100_2950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RrjQsa7Y7eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MHFNAXAyZr4/s1600-h/100_2950.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I honestly believe with every inch of my heart... that me and you are meant for amazing things."&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;I've lived the past five years in a haze... perhaps a Purple Haze, Jimi seems to sum it up perfectly. I wandered around in a fog, met incredible people who quite possibly I gave too much credit to, but still, I am Me because of who they were. Through the seasons I learned more about myself, what amazed me and filled my mind with excitement and anticipation. Weekend shows at tiny hall venues, crazy kids with black hair and metal studs on their homemade jackets. Their passion for the music created a passion inside of me that to this day I have troubles figuring out. Was it the fact that they didn't care, about anything or anyone, or that they just knew how to get the most out of the life they'd been given. Winter walks down an artists avenue. Beggars on the corner, some true, some not. Steam from my hot chocolate and seeing the breath of everyone walking by, this avenue created life, it inspired and pushed for something more. The obvious was hidden... life is about adventure, and I'm starting to see that. Back alleys filled our grey skies, the perfect days in our eyes. We knew there was something more, we felt it from the moment we met. To this day we know there is something else out there, something greater meant for our lives... we've come so far yet we can't believe that this is it. There's no way. Watching the river, the city continue to grow and live, sitting and wondering what this was all about, why, should this be it? No one ever met face to face with their dreams, sitting and wishing. The wind is something incredible, it does something deep inside your ear as it blows by. It's like a whisper telling you where it's been is not where it's going. Maybe we should listen more closely as the wind blows. Blank pages are filled with stories and the breeze fills you with anticipation to read on. For me, I've moved on to new pages, leaving all the rest to burn behind me and in me, but I've learned something. Life is about change, life is about dreams and finding out who you are. You will never know who you are, why things happen, why you meet certain people until your last breath, cuz at that point you've made it as far as you can, and you can look back at the person you've created yourself to be. My heart belongs to the idea of uncertainty and time and that no matter how much you long to know, you never will until you create it. You create your future just as much as you create your past. The here and now is all there is. The tomorrows and yesterdays are all just memories. I can't wait until the day I stand face to face with my Jesus and he tells me I've lived my life to the fullest and that I did an ok job. Until then, I'll just keep learning, wishing and following the wind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-7207125187902151417?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/7207125187902151417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=7207125187902151417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/7207125187902151417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/7207125187902151417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/08/absentminded-melody_07.html' title='Absentminded Melody'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RrjYg67Y7fI/AAAAAAAAAEM/p1RWWdZnqP4/s72-c/100_2950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-1707351196818417984</id><published>2007-07-31T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:58:16.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 58:6-9</title><content type='html'>"This is the kind of fast day I'm after:   &lt;br /&gt;to break the chains of injustice,   &lt;br /&gt;get rid of exploitation in the workplace,   &lt;br /&gt;free the oppressed,   &lt;br /&gt;cancel debts.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm interested in seeing you do is:   &lt;br /&gt;sharing your food with the hungry,   &lt;br /&gt;inviting the homeless poor into your homes,   &lt;br /&gt;putting clothes on the shivering ill-clad,   &lt;br /&gt;being available to your own families.&lt;br /&gt;Do this and the lights will turn on,   &lt;br /&gt;and your lives will turn around at once.&lt;br /&gt;Your righteousness will pave your way.   &lt;br /&gt;The God of glory will secure your passage.&lt;br /&gt;Then when you pray, God will answer.   &lt;br /&gt;You'll call out for help and I'll say, 'Here I am.' "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-1707351196818417984?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.biblegateway.com/' title='Isaiah 58:6-9'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/1707351196818417984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=1707351196818417984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/1707351196818417984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/1707351196818417984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/07/isaiah-586-9.html' title='Isaiah 58:6-9'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-4244810735859108046</id><published>2007-07-30T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:29:14.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Si Tu Me Olvidas" (If You Forget Me)</title><content type='html'>Tú sabes cómo es esto: &lt;div&gt;si miro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la luna de cristal, la rama roja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;del lento otoño en mi ventana,&lt;br /&gt;si toco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;junto al fuego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la impalpable ceniza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todo me lleva a ti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como si todo lo que existe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aromas, luz, metales,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fueran pequeños barcos que navegan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahora bien,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si poco a poco dejas de quererme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dejaré de quererte poco a poco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si de pronto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me olvidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no me busques,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ya te habré olvidado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si consideras largo y loco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el viento de banderas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que pasa por mi vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y te decidesa dejarme a la orilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;del corazón en que tengo raíces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piensaque en esa día,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a esa hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;levantaré los brazos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y saldrán mis raíces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a buscar otra tierra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perosi cada día,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada hora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sientes que a mí estás destinada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con dulzura implacable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si cada día sube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;una flor a tus labios a buscarme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ay amor mío, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ay mía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en mí todo ese fuego se repite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sin salir de los míos.&lt;/div&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Pablo Neruda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-4244810735859108046?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/4244810735859108046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=4244810735859108046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4244810735859108046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4244810735859108046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/07/si-tu-me-olvidas.html' title='&quot;Si Tu Me Olvidas&quot; (If You Forget Me)'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-6689730063307625772</id><published>2007-07-29T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:25:25.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always For You</title><content type='html'>It is true that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;And while your heart grows fonder, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; makes the mind grow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sadder&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss things I never thought I would... and the absence is killing me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Edmonton is such a pretty city. Everything about it is brilliant and peaceful and exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The skyline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The back alleys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The river valley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Don't get me wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Everyone I've met so far here, have been wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But they aren't Edmontonian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's probably way too early to even be thinking like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, I just got here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This city is so old and seems very... still, almost... too traditional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course there is so much history here and great things happened on this land,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but where is the colour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This city is so monochromatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all concrete and stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All freeways and cramped streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most beautiful thing I've seen since I've been here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sky at dusk after the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;New life is incredible, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;A brand new flower blooming, or a baby being born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;It's as immaculate as the sky at dusk, after the rain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-6689730063307625772?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/6689730063307625772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=6689730063307625772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6689730063307625772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6689730063307625772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/07/always-for-you.html' title='Always For You'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-3740826170484905404</id><published>2007-07-26T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:06:29.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Shook Up...</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long month or so but I'm online once again...&lt;br /&gt;with a totally different outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This past month has been one of, if not &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;, most challenging months of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To start off I've moved to Ottawa... a city that well... isn't quite Edmonton. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As if that wasn't hard enough, life ewa painful disaster into the mix and blew up the truck that was carrying all my belongings from point A to supposedly point B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here I am, in a new city, with nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However! The Lord provides right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've begun replacing some things that are able to be replaced and now that I'm online I am able to retrieve some photos I luckily put online, that I lost in the fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Salvation Army has taken really good care of us and I appreciate it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My new bed is soft, though missing my favourite companion... Rev. Bear. R.I.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And my walls are blue, but missing Bob Dylan and my art work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've made a few new friends though, which is awesome &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they are all so rad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan and his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; and cute little girl.... Kerrie and I spent the day with them touring around, getting really bad sunburn and visiting the Parliament and Art &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gallery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sid, Allison, Jacob, Liam and Aaron... love em to death!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i do suppose that is all for now... however everyone I've met so far have been so nice and very welcoming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like a Rolling Stone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I find things ironic. Such as the fact that I became obsessed with Bob Dylan and 'Like A Rolling Stone' right around the time of my move. The song talks about a girl who goes from living a high class life, having everything she ever needed or wanted, to being one with the street and living her life begging. In a way I've come to relate to this girl. I went from having it all to being stripped down to nothing, over night. Now I know I'm not on the street and I still have a roof over my head, but I do feel like I can relate better now to people who have lost everything. All my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt; are things the world gave me... and all I really need is the gifts God has given me. It's been a huge eye opener, and I do appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Humidity is sticky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The airport is basically my neighbour, so air traffic is more common then street traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is a Harrow a type of bird or a piece of farming equipment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's your Starbucks Drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-3740826170484905404?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/3740826170484905404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=3740826170484905404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3740826170484905404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3740826170484905404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-shook-up.html' title='All Shook Up...'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-3734855596133510713</id><published>2007-06-22T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T16:30:33.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Bound to Pack It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;To be on your own&lt;br /&gt;With no direction home&lt;br /&gt;Like a complete unknown&lt;br /&gt;Like a rolling stone?&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RnxYiVi7dkI/AAAAAAAAADk/2zJ6RpysB_E/s1600-h/TheLoner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079031826689521218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RnxYiVi7dkI/AAAAAAAAADk/2zJ6RpysB_E/s400/TheLoner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5 days till I start my new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-3734855596133510713?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/3734855596133510713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=3734855596133510713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3734855596133510713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3734855596133510713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-bound-to-pack-it-up.html' title='I&apos;m Bound to Pack It Up'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RnxYiVi7dkI/AAAAAAAAADk/2zJ6RpysB_E/s72-c/TheLoner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-5893421580594911682</id><published>2007-06-13T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:33:59.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael's A Stud. The Flamingos Loved Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RnA01li7djI/AAAAAAAAADc/J1CFsoZTTn4/s1600-h/Pink+Michael+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075614875262875186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px" height="412" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RnA01li7djI/AAAAAAAAADc/J1CFsoZTTn4/s400/Pink+Michael+005.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;We were at West Ed and we stopped to say hello to the flamingos. When they saw his stunning pink suit, they all came out of the water and started staring him down, swinging their heads back and forth trying to get a good look. Then they danced a little and then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;they fluffed their wings and oh how it was amazing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The flamingos loved him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I haven't laughed so hard in years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I slept in until noon today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I never sleep in that long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The stressful times must be catching up to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Michael has inspired me to drink more tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And in a way he tought me how to read my emotions through drinking tea, which is pretty sweet actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;What a clever man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-5893421580594911682?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/5893421580594911682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=5893421580594911682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5893421580594911682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5893421580594911682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/06/michaels-stud-flamingos-loved-him.html' title='Michael&apos;s A Stud. The Flamingos Loved Him.'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RnA01li7djI/AAAAAAAAADc/J1CFsoZTTn4/s72-c/Pink+Michael+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-6935261807489863683</id><published>2007-06-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:01:17.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night To Speed Up Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I just want to be a travelling artist-vagabond &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bound on love and ideals, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;floating along with merely lovers and sound." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rmy3Lli7diI/AAAAAAAAADU/NCDtM2jIBpE/s1600-h/Night+Out+In+Edmo+315edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074632289824765474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rmy3Lli7diI/AAAAAAAAADU/NCDtM2jIBpE/s400/Night+Out+In+Edmo+315edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why should we live our lives like we're supposed to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why not live life like we &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-6935261807489863683?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/6935261807489863683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=6935261807489863683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6935261807489863683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6935261807489863683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-night-to-be-confused.html' title='One Night To Speed Up Truth'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rmy3Lli7diI/AAAAAAAAADU/NCDtM2jIBpE/s72-c/Night+Out+In+Edmo+315edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-7147966854871842033</id><published>2007-06-09T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T21:18:53.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory's Here To Stay....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rmt4kli7dhI/AAAAAAAAADM/XI-FU2iqdOI/s1600-h/Night+Out+In+Edmo+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074281975112234514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rmt4kli7dhI/AAAAAAAAADM/XI-FU2iqdOI/s400/Night+Out+In+Edmo+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night was really exciting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lyss&lt;/span&gt;, Eric, Jessie and I went to the park with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acoustics&lt;/span&gt; and a camera and just lived the life we figure is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt;. I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; - my second time this week!! - wait... third!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's such an addiction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheese burgers - oh- man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean it just tastes so good. But then like any other addiction, it makes you feel rotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then the next day, or even the next time you're just hungry, you want it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to see Graham again today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's.... the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I must say... looks spectacular in Aviators ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shout out to Alyssa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hOtt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-7147966854871842033?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/7147966854871842033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=7147966854871842033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/7147966854871842033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/7147966854871842033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/06/memorys-here-to-stay.html' title='Memory&apos;s Here To Stay....'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rmt4kli7dhI/AAAAAAAAADM/XI-FU2iqdOI/s72-c/Night+Out+In+Edmo+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-523246220586854891</id><published>2007-06-06T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:35:30.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rozalia Bizzare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RmdCDFi7dgI/AAAAAAAAADE/sru7uUqsMfU/s1600-h/rain28tn.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073096126051874306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RmdCDFi7dgI/AAAAAAAAADE/sru7uUqsMfU/s400/rain28tn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so excited for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, God had other things in mind... again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that I'm blaming God for the natural disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But come on... give me a break just once... PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really, I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lyss&lt;/span&gt; picked me up from work and we met up with Eric and Jessie for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Jessie left us (tear) and Eric joined us for a trip down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;It was lots of fun... and made me tear at times.&lt;br /&gt;Man. I'm gonna miss em good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't it always seem you meet some of the greatest people when you don't have much time to spend with them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For example... this guy I met a few years back at our bonfire... coolest kid ever! Still think about him to this day.... but I haven't seen him since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or going to a weekend event and meeting someone totally awesome, good looking, funny, whatever... and after those few days you split and never see them again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now that I'm moving... I'm meeting all these awesome people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I'm only here for like.... 3 more weeks and then I'm gone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If any of you have ideas of what I could do once I get to Ottawa, please let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm stumped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-523246220586854891?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/523246220586854891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=523246220586854891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/523246220586854891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/523246220586854891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/06/rozalia-bizzare.html' title='Rozalia Bizzare'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RmdCDFi7dgI/AAAAAAAAADE/sru7uUqsMfU/s72-c/rain28tn.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-8067873816794157411</id><published>2007-06-04T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:07:17.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Care What They Think About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RmRdZ0WXHCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SjjMMKS7x4A/s1600-h/Camp+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072281778456566818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RmRdZ0WXHCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SjjMMKS7x4A/s320/Camp+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... Jesus I long to see your face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will never stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;praisin&lt;/span&gt;' you... for all the things you've done for me... and I'll be yours forever... Jesus you're everything to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whoaaa&lt;/span&gt; life is nuts!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's so very confusing when your biggest plans get ruined and you've got no plan b. For example... NOT getting in to the only college you applied for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I got my letter on Friday all my plans for my new life (life after moving to Ottawa) suddenly wouldn't work out... and now what? I really have no clue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'm so excited and on a high.... the year is mine! Who knows what will happen... maybe college isn't where I'm supposed to be. Maybe running around screaming Jesus love songs on the downtown streets is more important... or feeding crazy kids who long to know the real meaning of life and giving them something to look forward to in their futures... or painting and taking photos... who knows!!! Not knowing what is going to happen is the scariest, most exciting and adrenaline rushing feeling ever!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...You are the way, the truth and the light... I live by faith and NOT by sight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The camp this weekend was so awesome! All the dead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dandelions&lt;/span&gt; were blowing and covering everything in the camp... the whole ground looked like it was covered in snow and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forest&lt;/span&gt; was so mystical! I've never seen so much fluff falling from the sky... like God was having a pillow fight with his angels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. And the lake was extra pretty for some reason... it was high and peaceful. Camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; is one of my favourite places ever. I always feel alive there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Laura Brown. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt;. What a crazy child! Her passion for the Army has always inspired me. We were talking this weekend about how cool it would be to go into uniform..... original style! With the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bonnet&lt;/span&gt; and the old tunics... so awesome! I wouldn't be surprised if she actually found one and wore it to every event possible... including regular classes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being an Army kid gets confusing... well, for me anyway. Love or hate? Depending on the moment.... it could be either. Right now... I'm so inlove. The Salvation Army is in my blood... it's my culture and I'm proud. There are times when I want to get as far away as possible, but we all know you can't escape who you are. I'm an Officer's Kid. An O.K. And I wouldn't give it up for anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My challenge for you for today: think about where you are in your life, if you love where you're going, or if there's something you can change so that in 5, 10, 15 years, you'll still love where you're going, and where you've been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-8067873816794157411?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/8067873816794157411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=8067873816794157411' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8067873816794157411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8067873816794157411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-care-what-they-think-about-me.html' title='I Don&apos;t Care What They Think About Me'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RmRdZ0WXHCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SjjMMKS7x4A/s72-c/Camp+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-5720264182408151142</id><published>2007-05-31T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:16:31.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't She Wonderful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rl-BBEWXG-I/AAAAAAAAACk/EhqAuO79g9w/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070913560789851106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rl-BBEWXG-I/AAAAAAAAACk/EhqAuO79g9w/s200/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My holiday is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-5720264182408151142?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/5720264182408151142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=5720264182408151142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5720264182408151142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5720264182408151142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/05/isnt-she-wonderful.html' title='Isn&apos;t She Wonderful?'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rl-BBEWXG-I/AAAAAAAAACk/EhqAuO79g9w/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-2236975796371492504</id><published>2007-05-29T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:13:39.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death By Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rl0SJPMAMbI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cf6XZVBjrg8/s1600-h/DSC04570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070228705394045362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rl0SJPMAMbI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cf6XZVBjrg8/s400/DSC04570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yaaa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Flamingo and I had another wonderful day... today on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whyte&lt;/span&gt;. We had "coffee" at Starbucks, went to Death By Chocolate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Opas&lt;/span&gt;, got pierced and bought cool tees. And of course, wicked Graham met up too. I had more fun with these two in the last few days then I have in a long time.... other than the bonfire the other night... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so proud of Flamingo getting her belly button pierced! She debated over it for awhile but she decided to be adventurous and brave! Only one buddy could go in with her while she got it done, so me being afraid of needles, and Graham being the best support system, he went in while I sat and read the newspaper. A bit later Graham came out and told me she couldn't do it, that she chickened out... and I totally believed him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I knew she was unsure. But then she came out and lifted her shirt to a very lovely pink jewel. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the picture shown... Graham and I are excited to find the Dandy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Warhols&lt;/span&gt; add in the newspaper. Then we were sad because we couldn't go. Later that night, before we went to McDonald's (where he was sweet enough to buy us ice cream), his friend called and offered him a free ticket to... the Dandy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Warhols&lt;/span&gt;! Like what the heck buddy... take me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; pretty funny actually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Flamingo leaves me tomorrow. Most likely, I won't see her for months, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;breaketh&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hearteth&lt;/span&gt;. Why must she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;leaveth&lt;/span&gt;? Come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;backeth&lt;/span&gt; I say! ... k enough with the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; STAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All I've eaten in the past few days... pop, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;twizzlers&lt;/span&gt;, chocolate, desserts, and fries. Oh, and pizza last night. Jeez man. Call me P.I.G... pretty indulging gal? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; ahem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm totally going to visit you oh anon commenter! Ontario will be ours! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; yea... bed time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-2236975796371492504?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/2236975796371492504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=2236975796371492504' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/2236975796371492504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/2236975796371492504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/05/death-by-chocolate.html' title='Death By Chocolate'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rl0SJPMAMbI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cf6XZVBjrg8/s72-c/DSC04570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-3730932134896555060</id><published>2007-05-28T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:00:33.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Altruism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rlu3OvMAMaI/AAAAAAAAACU/ndHHepqrVcs/s1600-h/you_recovered_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069847269348487586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rlu3OvMAMaI/AAAAAAAAACU/ndHHepqrVcs/s320/you_recovered_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Normally work sucks... but tonight I had rad company. Flem first off. I got to take her pictures :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And her crazy friend Graham hung out all night while I took bad pictures of a Grad who wouldn't smile. We chatted and he's a pretty wicked male. Unlike a lot I've met, in his thinking and easy going-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went to Boston Pizza and Graham bought us all pizza. Free food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yeyea&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow we are hitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whyte&lt;/span&gt; to take pictures and chill. Pretty stoked about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love that Flem is here and all mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night I had to fall asleep quick because I was going to puke... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hott&lt;/span&gt;, I know. But here's why: She informed me that I have 3 weeks and 5 (now 4) days left until the move. I didn't realize it's that soon. And this upset me HUGE. Also, Flamingo is someone who gets me through everything and as soon as she got here... I let stress out, because I knew I could. So I think the release of all that stress added to my almost sickness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But this is a good thing. The more I let out, the less I have inside right? But letting it out is kind of like.... throwing up.... so releasing the stress.... made me sick? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know... that's weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life As We Know It. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We could create our own complete series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it'd be pretty great I'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Night to all who even read this... especially you "anonymous" commenter ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-3730932134896555060?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/3730932134896555060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=3730932134896555060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3730932134896555060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3730932134896555060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/05/altruism.html' title='Altruism'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rlu3OvMAMaI/AAAAAAAAACU/ndHHepqrVcs/s72-c/you_recovered_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-6059871041428468409</id><published>2007-05-26T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:50:24.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Locked Herself In The Bathroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RlkmXfMAMZI/AAAAAAAAACM/rLpasymGPdk/s1600-h/the+girls+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069125040532894098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RlkmXfMAMZI/AAAAAAAAACM/rLpasymGPdk/s400/the+girls+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight I had an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Started off by going to Goldbar park for a bonfire with a few friends and ended being hit on by a drunk man on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the night:&lt;br /&gt;Supertramp love song on a harmonica :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flamingo aka Carly is finally here!! It's about time too. I've been waiting almost 10 months. She's my favourite. You're all jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are sitting on my bed enjoying Leeland and talking about the good ol days.... our rivalries at camp and our good memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think we agree that it'd be great to do it all over again... but would we change things? That's a tough question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's my flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-6059871041428468409?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/6059871041428468409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=6059871041428468409' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6059871041428468409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6059871041428468409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-locked-herself-in-bathroom.html' title='She Locked Herself In The Bathroom'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RlkmXfMAMZI/AAAAAAAAACM/rLpasymGPdk/s72-c/the+girls+170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-9189821112729535301</id><published>2007-05-22T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:00:54.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Of All Creation</title><content type='html'>I'm totally abandoned to You&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost inside the rivers of Your love&lt;br /&gt;I'm swept into the power of&lt;br /&gt;Your presence&lt;br /&gt;Drawn toward the whisper of Your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to You in quiet adoration&lt;br /&gt;And fall before Your feet&lt;br /&gt;You are my King&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the beauty of Your Presence&lt;br /&gt;To behold the glory of Your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, Worthy, is the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Heaven declares&lt;br /&gt;Your Rightousness&lt;br /&gt;Oh God of All Creation&lt;br /&gt;I worship You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when You said 'seek Your face'&lt;br /&gt;My heart said 'Your face I will seek'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-9189821112729535301?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/9189821112729535301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=9189821112729535301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/9189821112729535301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/9189821112729535301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/05/forever.html' title='God Of All Creation'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-2148417425232835217</id><published>2007-05-20T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:11:37.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Bullets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RlDGSM2wBPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s-KIpTZ4ps0/s1600-h/Dean+and+Dawn%27s+Wedding+540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066767596782617842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RlDGSM2wBPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s-KIpTZ4ps0/s400/Dean+and+Dawn%27s+Wedding+540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is Michael's ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love how this photo turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't need to do any editing, it just worked perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went to Pine lake Camp for Dawn and Dean's wedding and it was so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was the official photographer :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a simple wedding full of tight friends and famil, wii and bochi ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;D and D make an incredibly beautiful couple and I got some super photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ray and I had a great road trip too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the coolest cat ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got my first Slurpee of the season!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, long time coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've wanted one for months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the weather is just right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And packing is making me thirsty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Shins rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-2148417425232835217?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/2148417425232835217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=2148417425232835217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/2148417425232835217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/2148417425232835217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/05/pink-bullets.html' title='Pink Bullets'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RlDGSM2wBPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s-KIpTZ4ps0/s72-c/Dean+and+Dawn%27s+Wedding+540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-4120609199907875421</id><published>2007-05-15T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:56:54.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Everything That Has Breathe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rknx4RNRIRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/owbLPxvJGLI/s1600-h/Shel+Designs_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064845204948853010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rknx4RNRIRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/owbLPxvJGLI/s320/Shel+Designs_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boxes came today for moving. It was the craziest feeling... seems like we just finished unpacking from our last move five years ago. Seems like I spent my whole life here though... living in Ontario seems like a dream to me now. I don't even remember a lot about it... and I was 14 when I moved here. I guess I've just experienced "life" here, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's so nice out today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perfect for being outside :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When the night seems so long (throw your hands to the sky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can sing a new song (wipe the tears from your eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you're weak, He is strong&lt;br /&gt;He can heal your wounded soul&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This weekend I'm heading to Pine Lake Camp to take pictures of my friends wedding. I'm really excited... not only for the fact that they are getting married, but also to be at the camp, taking pictures, and finally seeing my good friend Michael Harbin... it's been almost a year. Way too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For my 3D Design class we need to make a 3D model/ pop-up book of any piece of architecture. So.. being a huge Frank Lloyd Wright fan... I decided to try his "Fallingwater" house in the forest (it's so pretty... look it up on Google!). I think I may have chosen something completely out of my abilities in 3D design haha but you never know until you try right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want college to end! This year I mean....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-4120609199907875421?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/4120609199907875421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=4120609199907875421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4120609199907875421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4120609199907875421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/05/let-everything-that-has-breathe.html' title='Let Everything That Has Breathe...'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rknx4RNRIRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/owbLPxvJGLI/s72-c/Shel+Designs_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-199873315203124209</id><published>2007-05-13T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T16:29:25.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RkeaKxNRIPI/AAAAAAAAABk/QdVR_EqMNQE/s1600-h/OC+DYB+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064185815799767282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RkeaKxNRIPI/AAAAAAAAABk/QdVR_EqMNQE/s320/OC+DYB+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Calgary this weekend for a few reasons. Now, normally... actually, even still... I hate Calgary. The city is horribly ugly (sorry for all you who love it there) and there doesn't seem to be much more than houses and highways... notice this? It's... odd. Anyway... I saw the OC DYB and they blew me away! Being an Army kid and growing up around Brass bands, I could really appreciate the hard work and dedication those guys had. To be honest.... I was completely jealous! haha I used to play the horn... many years ago, but for some reason hated it at the time. I wish I hadn't given it up... I'd love to be able to play. Bass guitar just isn't the same...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm super glad I went to Calgary, even though there were a few friends I didn't get to see. I met some really neat people... including an immaculate singer who I went to Sunday School with when I was young haha (yea... I love livin in a small world) so that was awesome :) I hope I run into some of them when I move to Ontario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also got to see Uncle Mark... one of my most cherished teachers in the entire world. While he was the DYS in the Alberta division, he really became family to me... he taught me a lot and encouraged me as a person of God, to continue in what I was doing well, and challenge me on things that I needed to be challenged on. After 3 years, I finally got to see him again... and it was awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm moving to Ottawa in 6 weeks. I'm really excited now. Moving on with my life... it seems this is the best time... God couldn't have planned it any better for me. Spiritually I'm at a high, and so eager to chase the world with my good news! One year of college done, with a certificate in Design.... excited to go on to take Photography at Algonquin and take pictures of God's beauty. I've been stuck in a boring, overly busy groove for the past 6 months and I need a break from the norm! Getting away will give me air to breathe! No more sleepless nights or bad dreams. And... some good friends of mine are also moving to Ontario... so having that support will rock too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who wants to dance around and go crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who is craving Slurpees and Ice Cream cones?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who can't get over and stop noticing how artistic God is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel as though I may start to annoy some with my constant bragging about Jesus... but I can't help it.... he's just way too good to me. And truely my best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can introduce you to him if you'd like... I'm certain you'll like him too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-199873315203124209?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/199873315203124209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=199873315203124209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/199873315203124209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/199873315203124209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/05/crazy-son.html' title='Crazy Son!'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RkeaKxNRIPI/AAAAAAAAABk/QdVR_EqMNQE/s72-c/OC+DYB+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-9003180314238105173</id><published>2007-05-07T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:51:34.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind's Eye</title><content type='html'>I've come to realize the only thing I'm really passionate about it Photography (and Jesus) and nothing can turn me off about it (except Sears). One day I want to open my own studio where there won't be rules and stupid guidelines... since when did art require rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm also going to start freelancing and shooting for weddings and bands and such. I've done one wedding, I have another coming up May long, and my friends band wants me to take their photos soon. That kind of stuff rocks! It's so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I went to the Muttart Conservatory with Fred and we had fun. There's some pretty plants there... though I think we went at the wrong time of year. I saw a lizard, but it was fake. Then I saw a spider... NOT in one of the triangles... and it was real!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I itched for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me take your picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-9003180314238105173?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/9003180314238105173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=9003180314238105173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/9003180314238105173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/9003180314238105173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/05/minds-eye.html' title='Mind&apos;s Eye'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-3829679332588847223</id><published>2007-04-21T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T13:13:06.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got My Camera &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RipvI-WruRI/AAAAAAAAABc/TNqFZUpQBiU/s1600-h/pic_001_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055975731644578066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RipvI-WruRI/AAAAAAAAABc/TNqFZUpQBiU/s320/pic_001_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So after all my hard saving, I finally got my Nikon D80.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's a beaut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Bright Eyes Album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alyssa bought me the Shins on vinyl!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chute Too Narrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their best album so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you haven't yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you need to see Rushmore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's a highly enjoyable indie-esc film that I found in my brothers massive DVD collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long live the King! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-3829679332588847223?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/3829679332588847223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=3829679332588847223' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3829679332588847223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3829679332588847223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-my-camera-3.html' title='I Got My Camera &lt;3'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RipvI-WruRI/AAAAAAAAABc/TNqFZUpQBiU/s72-c/pic_001_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-4415551136029339181</id><published>2007-04-12T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T08:27:50.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three People... Rock On....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.usatoday.com/life/_photos/2006/04/07/heder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px" height="345" alt="" src="http://images.usatoday.com/life/_photos/2006/04/07/heder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only 3 people read my blog. How swell haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in love with Jon Heder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to have his babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really looking forward to this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last few summers I've worked at camp and haven't really had time to relax emotionally or physically [even, especially, on weekends]. But this summer I've decided not to work at all, so I can play, and relax before school starts up again in the fall. Good idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was crazy for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-4415551136029339181?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/4415551136029339181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=4415551136029339181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4415551136029339181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4415551136029339181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-people-rock-on.html' title='Three People... Rock On....'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-4901322811364577219</id><published>2007-04-07T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:25:45.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>So I'm just curious at how many people actually read my blog. So.... if you read this, leave me a comment.... anon or known.... doesn't matter. I just want to see if I am more writing to myself haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-4901322811364577219?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/4901322811364577219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=4901322811364577219' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4901322811364577219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4901322811364577219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-6291414763182646017</id><published>2007-03-31T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T08:34:33.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Oh No!. Oh My!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ugh I am so stressed out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ugh I am so &lt;em&gt;stressed&lt;/em&gt; out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-6291414763182646017?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/6291414763182646017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=6291414763182646017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6291414763182646017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6291414763182646017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-radio.html' title='.Oh No!. Oh My!.'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-8759865846798312857</id><published>2007-03-30T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:12:58.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;millions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of lost&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;souls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;streets&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and we, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Salvation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to offer these people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;starving&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;loveless&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the &lt;em&gt;hopeless&lt;/em&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;left-behinds&lt;/em&gt;, and the &lt;em&gt;kicked-out&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;em&gt;wheeping&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;em&gt;begging&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;drugged-up&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; exploited&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;trafficke&lt;/em&gt;d. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;addicted&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;uneducated&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;motherless&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;fatherless&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;em&gt;mothers&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;fathers&lt;/em&gt; whos &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;children&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were &lt;em&gt;taken&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;murdered&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;starved&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;eaten &lt;strong&gt;by&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;successful &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suicidals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;em&gt;people we walk by and judge&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; single&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the people &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sees as &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;precious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;timeless&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-8759865846798312857?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/8759865846798312857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=8759865846798312857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8759865846798312857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8759865846798312857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-fight.html' title='I&apos;ll Fight'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-6811326194762377250</id><published>2007-03-28T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:23:24.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Be Anything That You Want To Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RgsxAY2a4RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dUZ9g5sqCzw/s1600-h/Shel%27s+Cam+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047181690139238674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RgsxAY2a4RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dUZ9g5sqCzw/s320/Shel%27s+Cam+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sisters are forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-6811326194762377250?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/6811326194762377250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=6811326194762377250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6811326194762377250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6811326194762377250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-can-be-anything-that-you-want-to-be.html' title='You Can Be Anything That You Want To Be...'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RgsxAY2a4RI/AAAAAAAAABQ/dUZ9g5sqCzw/s72-c/Shel%27s+Cam+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-6670824261639135597</id><published>2007-03-21T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:11:20.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine A Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/72/177402927_33160a8574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/72/177402927_33160a8574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Waiting for something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; never arrive]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow I am going to see 300.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm drinking out of my turquoise bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Water tastes better that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mini Moog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyone know what that is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bought a cheap movie the other day and it turned out alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunset Strip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when random buys turn out good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes me feel like I haven't thrown my money away like a consumer whore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've decided that with my GIANT tax return [that I'm praying God will bless me with] that I will buy a nice new Nikon SLR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt; Cam. It will be so lovely. I look forward to taking pictures of you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday at lunch I bought this weird Indian Trail Mix from the cafeteria. Only certain parts taste &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;..... the rest is too odd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a note: that picture is off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt;. I cannot take credit for its skill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[So Sally can wait..... don't look back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-6670824261639135597?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/6670824261639135597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=6670824261639135597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6670824261639135597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6670824261639135597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/shine-light.html' title='Shine A Light'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-1710561297747934551</id><published>2007-03-20T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:23:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Finding My Way Back To Sanity.... Again</title><content type='html'>[I love you more, than you'll ever know....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God.... has got to be one of the most annoying friends I have ever had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First he throws a huge challenge at me. I have to call on him for help because I can't figure it out on my own. Then, he helps me through and I get things under control and I'm ready for the future. So I sing my praises and thank him for his unfailing love. But then straight out of left field he throws in a complete &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;warpation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that just has no logic whatsoever! So, of course, I have to call on him again, so I know what to do and for strangth to continue on. However, all of this, just increases my faith and makes me appreciate and love him even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So even though God drives me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I would never give up our friendship for anything, because I know he is the only one that can help me survive this thing called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been thinking about taking something totally random and not art related next year. Why not? Maybe there is something else out there that I haven't thought of yet...... that I'd be perfect for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was thinking something like..... an astronaut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Flem! I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am going to visit you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ugh! It snowed snowballs tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait for spring : ) and summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I can get that feeling again.... you know, the one I love to write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of writing, I've had the urge to work on my movie again lately. I still have a strong passion for it because I feel it explains me well. Maybe one day I'll make it.... super indie style with my little video camera and some good looking actors : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My best friend is getting married!&lt;br /&gt;I get to be in her wedding and I am so happy for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jenn Randell is the reason I am who I am.&lt;br /&gt;She understands me and she set an example for me that I still follow.&lt;br /&gt;I just adore her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-1710561297747934551?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/1710561297747934551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=1710561297747934551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/1710561297747934551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/1710561297747934551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-finding-my-way-back-to-sanity-again.html' title='I&apos;m Finding My Way Back To Sanity.... Again'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-3443381615955664929</id><published>2007-03-16T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T22:43:16.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Factory Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.popmatters.com/images/news_art/f/factory-girl-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.popmatters.com/images/news_art/f/factory-girl-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and I went to see Factory Girl tonight and honestly, it is probably one of the best films I have ever seen! It was so good! Not to mention Andy Warhol is one of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intriguing&lt;/span&gt; people of all time. Getting to know him gives me a greater appreciation for his art, which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;Wouldn't it be great to live like Edie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sedgwick&lt;/span&gt;? Completely carefree and full of life? At the beginning of the film, that's how I felt, but near the end I was reminded what comes of people who are "carefree" and "full of life". The truth is, they just haven't found something to care about, or what they really want to fill their life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sienna Miller is a beautiful character and person really. As is Hayden Christensen who plays a musician that is incredibly nice looking naked... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mhmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I won't give it all away.... but go see it. It is worth your $7 at the Princess Theater. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-3443381615955664929?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/3443381615955664929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=3443381615955664929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3443381615955664929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/3443381615955664929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/factory-girl.html' title='Factory Girl'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-627892740494141970</id><published>2007-03-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:19:10.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Move To Levittown and Be Materialistic Conformists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rfhi0P55bQI/AAAAAAAAABA/0YzZ3jkOKd8/s1600-h/To_Mark_The_End_of_Summer____by_vintage_pink_unicorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041888432603360514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rfhi0P55bQI/AAAAAAAAABA/0YzZ3jkOKd8/s320/To_Mark_The_End_of_Summer____by_vintage_pink_unicorn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is wonderful isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love my friends. All of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't you love when you turn on an old song and old memories come flooding back? Even if you forget that song reminds you of a special time, as soon as it comes on the best of times can come alive again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is a special shout out to ma home gurls from design class: Motha Dog, Le to the Anne, V the Vanestic Vanessie, Kayley ma cogitating Supastar, and Erin ma Rockin Alley Cat! Luv ya girlies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am such a dork.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That is all for now folks.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out Bright Eyes new video and website and always remember to SHOUT OUT LOUD when you are on the street being chased by Motha Dog [she knows how to kick box.. watch out!!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-627892740494141970?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/627892740494141970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=627892740494141970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/627892740494141970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/627892740494141970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-move-to-levittown-and-be.html' title='Let&apos;s Move To Levittown and Be Materialistic Conformists'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rfhi0P55bQI/AAAAAAAAABA/0YzZ3jkOKd8/s72-c/To_Mark_The_End_of_Summer____by_vintage_pink_unicorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-8925408994104761489</id><published>2007-03-12T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:23:10.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock 'n Roll Jesus</title><content type='html'>I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;And today.... especially Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;He just lights up my life.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New favourite juice: Blue and Strawberry powder MIXED. So yummy... with ice cubes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I met Jesus tonight. He came into the Studio and he was beautiful! Now, two things first. One, I've always had a "thing" for East Indians [if you know what I mean ;)] and two, is it odd that I was attracted to Jesus? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He had long hair and a long beard. And he was just BEAUTIFUL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And have you ever thought about something, spaced out and then come out of it thinking whatever you were thinking was actually real? Well, I was thinking about him being Jesus, and then I actually thought he was and I got the oddest feeling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How would you feel if you met Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I lived in Kitchener, ON I was madely in love with a boy called Adam. Almost everyone knows this... but it's true. In my childish ways, I was fascinated. Anyway, I saw pictures of his wedding last night....... I think my heart broke and I lost a piece.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't you love those silly crushes that last years!? They are so funny. Because it almost just becomes the norm and as you get older you just always remember that boy as "the boy" that you always wanted to marry some day. So it kind of sucks when they go and get married to someone else hahaha. Oh Adam. Whoa is me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you could travel through time [which I might add, Alex and I have decided to devote the rest of our lives to figure out how] what concert would you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Beatles, Elvis Presley, Nirvana, The Doors..... those were a few we discussed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If Jesus were in a rock band..... what band would be have been a member of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leave me your answers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-8925408994104761489?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/8925408994104761489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=8925408994104761489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8925408994104761489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8925408994104761489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/rock-n-roll-jesus.html' title='Rock &apos;n Roll Jesus'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-921623823538749308</id><published>2007-03-09T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T10:19:16.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing With God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RfGW9f55bPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ia9TxLgNazY/s1600-h/Logan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039975441284820210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RfGW9f55bPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ia9TxLgNazY/s320/Logan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a little thought that my Unk (uncle) sent me for my birthday. He got it from a frienhd of his, and I think it's really cool!!&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;When I meditated on the word Guidance, I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word. I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing. When two people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn't flow with the music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky. When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead, both bodies begin to flow with the music. One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back or by pressing lightly in one direction or another. It's as if two become one body, moving beautifully. The dance takes surrender, willingness, and attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other. My eyes drew back to the word Guidance. When I saw "G: I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i". "God, "u" and "i" dance." God, you, and I dance. As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust that I would get guidance about my life,Once again, I became willing to let God lead.&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Let's all dance with God!! Throw ono your favourite tunes and see how God changes your life :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-921623823538749308?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/921623823538749308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=921623823538749308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/921623823538749308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/921623823538749308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/dancing-with-god.html' title='Dancing With God'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/RfGW9f55bPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ia9TxLgNazY/s72-c/Logan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-7038331801533082170</id><published>2007-03-05T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:07:13.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Everything, You're Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rey94esbWsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-6dV6kJo9zE/s1600-h/haystack-rock-no-land-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038610861130472130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rey94esbWsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-6dV6kJo9zE/s320/haystack-rock-no-land-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Just to be with you, I'd do anything There's no price I would not pay Just to be with you, I'd give anything I would give my life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Love Song" - Third Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"You and Me" - Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's by Your grace and love I am saved&lt;br /&gt;It's by Your grace and love You've forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;And by that love and grace I'm amazed&lt;br /&gt;It's by Your grace and love I am free&lt;br /&gt;I am free, I am free, I am free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Grace and Love" - Kutless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;When You're near me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;When You speak&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning at these mysteries&lt;br /&gt;These mysteries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"On Fire" - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You are the one that makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"The One" - Everyday Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Shaking like a leaf&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to life my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of all your glory&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed of all my pride&lt;br /&gt;Then you call me in&lt;br /&gt;To your holy place&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I fall down&lt;br /&gt;Down on my face&lt;br /&gt;And I beckon you for mercy&lt;br /&gt;And I beckon you to forgive everything that I've ever done&lt;br /&gt;And I tremble and I tremble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"I Tremble" - Audio Adrenaline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;&lt;br /&gt;For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.&lt;br /&gt;My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I love Thee because Thou has first loved me,&lt;br /&gt;And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.&lt;br /&gt;I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I’ll love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,&lt;br /&gt;And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;&lt;br /&gt;And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,&lt;br /&gt;If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;In mansions of glory and endless delight,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"My Jesus, I Love Thee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Turn your gaze&lt;br /&gt;To Heaven and raise&lt;br /&gt;A joyous noise&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the sound of salvation come&lt;br /&gt;The sound of rescued ones&lt;br /&gt;And all this for a king&lt;br /&gt;Angles join to sing&lt;br /&gt;"All for Christ the King!"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How infininte and sweet&lt;br /&gt;This love so rescuing&lt;br /&gt;Oh how infinitely sweet&lt;br /&gt;This great love that has redeemed&lt;br /&gt;As one, we sing...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;He is Holy!&lt;br /&gt;He is Holy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Oh Praise Him!" - David Crowder Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-7038331801533082170?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/7038331801533082170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=7038331801533082170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/7038331801533082170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/7038331801533082170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-praise-him.html' title='You&apos;re Everything, You&apos;re Perfect'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rey94esbWsI/AAAAAAAAAAw/-6dV6kJo9zE/s72-c/haystack-rock-no-land-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-5684368033823809836</id><published>2007-03-04T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:03:29.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And You Are No One's But Mine....</title><content type='html'>[You've got a glow...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was on Friday. I'm 19 now. Mature? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naah&lt;/span&gt;. No one is mature, even at 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You should all check out Mikado's if you've never been there and enjoy Japanese food. I had my birthday dinner there with some friends and we got a private room, AND we got to sit on the floor. It was lovely. I have awesome friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[And we wait, above a road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And we're turning to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the silence from the side of the car &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tells me everything and how we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nomore trying to make this alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No more trying tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you know its not so easy when you're all alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i wonder if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; alone, in your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know something is wrong I just don't know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You say its only me and that I'm so perfect for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to try no more &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to make this right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just want you to be true with me... one time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I know its not so easy when you're all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I wonder if I'm alone in your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Twelve days gone by since I have saw you last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll give this one more try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll give it all my best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I'll ask "what could you be doing that is so much fun without me by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;your side, without me by your side"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I will take a step back and I'll let you ahead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I will take a step away and see if you come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because there is no more trying to make this alright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's no more trying, there's now more trying tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll never be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will never be the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will never be the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We will never be the same... until your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;donel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, that was a random outburst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like birds. And look at all the pretty trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm finally all settled nicely into my new room. It's cozy and retro. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ludgate&lt;/span&gt; loves it. Come over and meet Elvis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-5684368033823809836?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/5684368033823809836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=5684368033823809836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5684368033823809836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5684368033823809836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-you-are-no-ones-but-mine.html' title='And You Are No One&apos;s But Mine....'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-1185240109220896009</id><published>2007-02-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:33:00.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luv Addict</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familyforce5.com/"&gt;familyforce5.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hold up, wait a minute, put a little LOVE in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-1185240109220896009?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/1185240109220896009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=1185240109220896009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/1185240109220896009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/1185240109220896009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/luv-addict.html' title='Luv Addict'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-8700448010711229478</id><published>2007-02-26T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:27:23.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimension</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/ReMVNpgp4nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8QObDjeUceo/s1600-h/Moms+Fam+Cam+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035892132555645554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/ReMVNpgp4nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8QObDjeUceo/s320/Moms+Fam+Cam+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture the other day because I thought it was really funny that the mailman was sitting on his mailbox waiting for his mail. It was right outside my house, so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stole&lt;/span&gt; a picture through the window. Excellent, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wolfmother&lt;/span&gt; show and it was really good. Though I will admit it was a little long.... but probably just because doors weren't until 8 and the opener didn't even come on until 9:40 or something silly like that. But nonetheless, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wolfmother&lt;/span&gt; was fantastic. The opener [I can't remember their name] sucked. Too much pelvic thrust!!!! and make-up on the front man. They got "boo"ed and it was funny. Ah! And there was this really old creepy satanic man who tried to eat Alyssa!!! Alex saved us all, but it was still horribly terrifying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;McDonald's!! Ugh! DIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jasmine tea is a great feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My new bedroom is 95% complete and I'm half moved in. It's so small. But it's my own space, so I'll take it! Beats sleeping behind a couch on the floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week is my reading week. Everyone else in the world had it last week, so I have a feeling I'll be rather bored. Other than going to work, I don't know what to do....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;....ouch. I don't know why but my head feels like it is going to implode or explode or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diplode&lt;/span&gt; or something! It hurts so bad : ( Probably from the air last night, the noise, and the INTOXICATION from the carpets downstairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My birthday is in 5 days do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dooo&lt;/span&gt;. 19 years old. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And.... I get to spend it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alooone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, yea, everyone is busy on my actual birthday. Oh well. Maybe I'll whip out some ice cream and a sweet movie and chill with my beloved cat: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ludgate&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-8700448010711229478?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/8700448010711229478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=8700448010711229478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8700448010711229478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8700448010711229478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/dimension.html' title='Dimension'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/ReMVNpgp4nI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8QObDjeUceo/s72-c/Moms+Fam+Cam+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-2801473890140379014</id><published>2007-02-23T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:16:45.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory Of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rd-qzADWvlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-OHezvvaK74/s1600-h/iris-flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034930701587627602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rd-qzADWvlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-OHezvvaK74/s200/iris-flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beautiful friend of mine passed away.&lt;br /&gt;This whole concept is incredibly confusing.&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to feel?&lt;br /&gt;Her life was just beginning. And she was offering a life to her nephew that was better than anyone could give him.&lt;br /&gt;What was God thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, gone.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, she will live on forever in our hearts, and through the photographs she took. She was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had a few thoughts on the way to school today. These are them. I don't feel like expanding on them right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is a beautiful day. Only a few more days till my birthday and only a few more till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; set free, living on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Waiting for the bus is like waiting for the second coming. You know it is, but its a mystery as to when. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Old lady crossing. She must feel like a turtle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tattered Rose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lady on bus. Positive thinking. Changing reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, the last one I will expand on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This lady on the bus this morning was trying to convince her buddy that by believing in something it can come true. That by having a positive attitude, anything can be changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By believing that his artery will heal itself, will not make him healthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; that world hunger will go away, will not make food fall from the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By believing that the homeless will find a life, will not make them millionaires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By believing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; alive, will not bring them to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then you ask, but what is faith?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I answer you this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By believing that God has a plan, will make all of the above... believable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is fragile. Make the most of it and smile as much as you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Memory of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jackie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-2801473890140379014?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/2801473890140379014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=2801473890140379014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/2801473890140379014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/2801473890140379014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/in-memory-of.html' title='In Memory Of'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rd-qzADWvlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-OHezvvaK74/s72-c/iris-flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-6503796838115028103</id><published>2007-02-22T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:48:01.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich &amp; Chewy: Chocolate Chip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rd5TJgDWvkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BiAaYj8ebNQ/s1600-h/zyebmd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034552856134729282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rd5TJgDWvkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BiAaYj8ebNQ/s320/zyebmd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turns out I'm allergic to granola bars.&lt;br /&gt;Odd no?&lt;br /&gt;I lived off of them and juice boxes all of grade 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my Design History midterm today!! I studied for a grand total of...... an hour and a half [give or take an hour or so] and I feel I did fairly well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School is for cool kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm getting light-headed [or high] off the new carpet fumes lingering among the massive amounts of.... mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;+INTOXICATION+ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Nick is applying for the Design Foundations program next year! I'm so excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vanessa and I had McDonald's today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ew&lt;/span&gt;. But so yum! We got out of class super early and the cafe was closed due to unlawful Reading Weeks! Yes! Why did the rest of the world get it a week earlier? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;?! Anyway... we were wondering why people sink so low and work there. I mean, some people it's totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;... you know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; students and whatnot. But middle aged people or people old enough to be in COLLAGE!! Yes. That is how we feel. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Unacceptable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The road to happiness is calling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-6503796838115028103?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/6503796838115028103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=6503796838115028103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6503796838115028103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/6503796838115028103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/rich-chewy-chocolate-chip.html' title='Rich &amp; Chewy: Chocolate Chip'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ok6tTP61TaE/Rd5TJgDWvkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BiAaYj8ebNQ/s72-c/zyebmd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-8247804127306983606</id><published>2007-02-20T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:24:22.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballad For The Broken Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hugs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a short film on the net today about this guy who stood around with a sign that read "Free Hugs". At first no one hugged him or even really looked at him. But it eventually caught on and everyone hugged him. Then, the police banned "free hugs" and they petitioned. After 10,000 names, they were aloud back on the street.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we all offer free hugs to everyone? A hug from someone close to you makes you feel really good about yourself and loved. But I believe a hug from a stranger is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intensely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more endearing. A hug from a stranger is blind, yet full of meaning and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acceptance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunset at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Millgate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One day I was with my lovely friend Alyssa waiting for the bus at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Millgate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And as we sat there, listening to Nirvana I believe it was, the sun started to set. The colours were beautiful orange and yellow and it was a warm feeling. To this day, I have never felt so good. It honestly was the best moment of my life. And it was so awesome because I was with someone who excepted me for all I was. Didn't matter that we differed in certain ways, didn't matter that we argued sometimes or got on each others nerves..... we were best friends and we understood each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This evening I was taking the bus home from her house in the hood, and I was standing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Millgate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pondering life and dreading the next few months... when suddenly, I felt an odd warmth on my cheek and I looked up... to see a beautiful orange and yellow sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sun was setting. And I knew that everything would work out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This is my home. Alyssa is my best friend. And we totally rock this life. : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lyss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History Among The Trees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's crazy how short of time I've been here, but how long it feels. I feel like I became a real person here in Edmonton and have become the person I am because of everything I see every day. Even the trees are apart of my life and I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. They've grown while I've grown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have so much history here, so many friends, so many people I know. Even the people I see every day, but don't know... I'm connected to them, and because of them, I am who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I never want to leave here unless I'm ready... how can you just throw away everything you are made up of? I am made up of the birds and the buildings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am Edmonton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well that is all for today. Just thought I'd write my feelings for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-8247804127306983606?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/8247804127306983606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=8247804127306983606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8247804127306983606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8247804127306983606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/ballad-for-broken-sound.html' title='Ballad For The Broken Sound'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-4010094465217408589</id><published>2007-02-19T18:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:56:52.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make sure you study for the study group...</title><content type='html'>I had a lovely study group with my friends today at a quante diner called the Blue Plate Diner. Erika works there. She is also lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Two of our study mates, I won't mention names, enjoyed a wee cocktail or two... and got really giggly. We then headed back to the library and got nothing done in the time I stayed for.&lt;br /&gt;So basically.... it was a lovely brunch with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The temperature is rising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tonight I get to go sledding with camp friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This excited me because I haven't seen half of them since camp.... whoa. That's a really long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope you all remember to save your pennies... they add up so quickly, and you never know when you might need some cents....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm being kicked out of my room it seems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This happened to me a few months ago, and I was stuck behind a couch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now.... they are piling things behind the couch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hint hint much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-4010094465217408589?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/4010094465217408589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=4010094465217408589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4010094465217408589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4010094465217408589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/make-sure-you-study-for-study-group.html' title='Make sure you study for the study group...'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-8890742128590869268</id><published>2007-02-18T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:02:46.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught In The Middle</title><content type='html'>What happened to the days of Sesame Street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a piercing infection. And it's not even an exciting piercing to begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But nonetheless, I love it a lot. I reminds me of Lilo! :D And our adventures in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cranbrook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;R.I.P. Brook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Stuck in the middle with you]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a crush that won't go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awaaaaaaay&lt;/span&gt;! :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for little girl crushes though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are far more exciting than the complicated ways of "mature" dating, wouldn't you agree? Things get complicated, feelings are touchy, and that annoying thing called..... commitment. Yea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seems to me that a lot of people think you need to commit as soon as you begin "courting". No. I don't believe so. Beginning a relationship is much different than having a friendship, and you need to give it time to develop. It might work out, or it might not!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was having coffee the other day with Alyssa.... we saw a tank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I forgot to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slurpeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;: (&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-8890742128590869268?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/8890742128590869268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=8890742128590869268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8890742128590869268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8890742128590869268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/caught-in-middle.html' title='Caught In The Middle'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-2626399160538662158</id><published>2007-02-17T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:52:03.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Against The World</title><content type='html'>Michael Harbin... I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was insulted today by someone very close to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was told that I will fail at life, that I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing, and that I should get out of their life asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These aren't exact words.... but that's how it came across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And unfortunately.... I can't help but wonder exactly where my life is going, and if I will indeed.... fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Blazing Violets killed last night! For real, they are the sweetest band of all time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the lady-wear was oh so attractive : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ugh... so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No cheese in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What to do? What to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-2626399160538662158?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/2626399160538662158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=2626399160538662158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/2626399160538662158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/2626399160538662158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-against-world.html' title='Me Against The World'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-8918569108378712943</id><published>2007-02-16T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T15:06:35.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Licorice Medley For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a friend called Fred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has exquisite taste in music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Idols of Exile]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish the summer would be here.... now! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun could at least shine so I could look up in the sky and pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picture taking seems more like a chore then an activity when the sun doesn't shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really would like the sun to shine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This evening I am attending a Blazing Violets show. If you haven't yet heard or heard of this awesome local band, I suggest you all get your acts together and visit their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blazingviolets"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.myspace.com/blazingviolets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And come along tonight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anticipated..... a nice Sunday Slurpee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I will treat myself to one after church this weekend. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sun or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Slurpee&lt;/span&gt; will be mine. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;muchly&lt;/span&gt; enjoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-8918569108378712943?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/8918569108378712943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=8918569108378712943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8918569108378712943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/8918569108378712943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/black-licorice-medley-for-you.html' title='Black Licorice Medley For You'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-4619790770065321007</id><published>2007-02-15T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T15:59:20.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Foot of Decency</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bauhaus Characteristics In Graphic Design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- geometric, functional &amp; modern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- order, asymmetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- rectangular grid structure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- circles, squares, rectangles, triangles, bars &amp;amp; rules to unify or separate elements vs. being used for decoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- horizontal &amp; verticals were dominant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- extreme contrast in type size &amp;amp; weight to achieve various degrees of emphasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- type &amp; pictures sized to the same column width&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- typography without capitals - Sans Serif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- introduction of flush left - rag right typography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- copy rotated 90 degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- only structurally essential components used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- elementary forms &amp;amp; the use of black plus one bright hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- colour tints emphasis key words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- open composition on an implied grid system of sizes for type, rules, and pictorial images brought unity to the design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;People on the bus are psychotic. For example, this old woman who had a cain and wanted to get off the bus first. She yelled at everyone to wait. I know she had a cain, but doesn't that seem a tad bit rude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I drew a teapot today.&lt;br /&gt;It resembled a pig smoking a pipe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I think I should keep practicing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-4619790770065321007?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/4619790770065321007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=4619790770065321007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4619790770065321007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/4619790770065321007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/foot-of-decency.html' title='A Foot of Decency'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8080851333803043947.post-5270381780209548637</id><published>2007-02-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T18:06:01.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem on The Underground Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;[ma baby loves me, I'm so happy. Happy makes me a modern girl...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8080851333803043947-5270381780209548637?l=coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/feeds/5270381780209548637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8080851333803043947&amp;postID=5270381780209548637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5270381780209548637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8080851333803043947/posts/default/5270381780209548637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coffee-for-ransom.blogspot.com/2007/02/poem-on-underground-wall.html' title='A Poem on The Underground Wall'/><author><name>discoinathens</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00174893816540534754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
