<?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-5415707450624882352</id><updated>2011-09-11T12:08:28.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah blah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5415707450624882352.post-3504839159807754543</id><published>2009-10-13T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:35:30.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donations for thealivattermatter</title><content type='html'>This was posted on Pete Wentz's blog, in his own words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know when gov reform will relate to someone you know. in this case healthcare reform hits close to home or close to tour, that is. our friend: ali, who ran the catering on the blink tour had to have surgery halfway through. she is now stuck with huge medical bills. now if you know the tour the catering was what really ran the it and kept everybody up and going. if you are a blink 182 fan or a fall out boy fan or just a generous person. please click the picture and donate. fall out boy will be making a donation as a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(credit: kim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im looking at you fob fans you have always stuck your neck out for everything… help out if you can even if just by spreading the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please follow her blog, and if you can make a donation, that would amazing word, remember every dollar counts, so donate what you can because coins turn into dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://thealivattermatter.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3504839159807754543?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3504839159807754543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3504839159807754543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3504839159807754543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3504839159807754543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/10/donations-for-thealivattermatter.html' title='Donations for thealivattermatter'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6200391115962522525</id><published>2009-04-06T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:17:44.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Games Begin</title><content type='html'>Many things happened today, like Opening Day in Baseball. I watched some of the games that were on ESPN. Opening day doesn't really count, but if you keep losing to the opposing team, it's going to come back to bite you in the end. I can't believe that I lost my drivers license today. All this time I thought it was in the dashboard, dashboard confessional was derived from dashboard. I don't know how much a new one will cost to get a new one, well whatever it is I will have to pay it. I can't drive without one. I left out many details, like the fact that I did was the van at the car wash in cold gusty winds like a person who is brainless. I was about to turn into a icicle. It was in the 60's today, but the winds made it feel like it was about 30 degrees starting April.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6200391115962522525?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6200391115962522525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6200391115962522525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6200391115962522525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6200391115962522525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-games-begin.html' title='Let The Games Begin'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5553201264475950457</id><published>2009-02-16T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:21:52.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Today is President's Day, it's a holiday for most people. I know all banks and post office's are closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the day after Valentines Day, it was a good day to save money, because the valentines candy is half price. They still had a lot of valentines stuff left, I don't know what they're going to do with all of the extra valentine day stuff. They already have the easter candy out. I did buy a few bags of candy. I shouldn't have bought any, but it's not like I'm just going to eat the whole bag in one hour. Maybe someone else will help me eat the bag. I think chocolate is everyone's weakness. I bought a bag of reeses, chocolate butterfinger hearts, and conversation hearts. I haven't really eaten any candy or much chocolate in weeks. Sweets are not good for you, if you eat too many of them. It's fine to eat them every now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5553201264475950457?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5553201264475950457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5553201264475950457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5553201264475950457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5553201264475950457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-7682751041069396523</id><published>2009-02-09T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:56:31.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grammy Recap</title><content type='html'>February 9th, 10:04 I changed my page, because I had got tired of the purple, eventhough I like purple. But, I think blue is a winner. I was watching the grammy awards tape, I enjoyed Jennifer Hudson's performance, that was a very emotional moment for her. She was almost in tears, I know this has been a tough year for her. She took home a grammy too, that was amazing. I enjoyed the Coldplay performance, Stevie Wonder and the Jonas Brothers was a surprise, very superstitious writings on the wall. That is a song you could just sing anytime. It's amazing how Stevie wonder plays the piano blind. I saw John Mayer he won a grammy for "Say", that is one of my favorite songs. Lil Wayne won a grammy for the best rap album, I had a feeling he was going to win that one. The Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus performance was amazing. I use to think the song that Taylor Swift sang, her lastest hit, I thought that Miley Cyrus was the one who sang that song. Greenday announced the results for album of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album of the year was Alison Kraus and Robert Plant,"Raising Sand" what a surprise, I didn't even listen to that album this year.  It a song by her that I have always loved to sing &lt;em&gt;The Smile On Your Face&lt;/em&gt;.  That has always been one of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the carwash today, and 2 young gentlemen asked me for a donation for their CD. One is called Life &lt;em&gt;Like a Soldier, unlock doors &lt;/em&gt;and the the other one is called&lt;em&gt; Revelations The Gospel Edition.&lt;/em&gt; It sounds really good. One of them guys has a myspace page, it is www.myspace.com/unlockdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journals/67542221/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-7682751041069396523?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/7682751041069396523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=7682751041069396523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7682751041069396523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7682751041069396523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/02/grammy-recap.html' title='The Grammy Recap'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-7781124875012648439</id><published>2009-02-05T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:38:10.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>It is February 5, 2009, and I look like the bride of Frankenstein. It takes some time to find what's really on the inside. All this wasted time, was worth more than 40 dimes. It's heart is not connected to mine, which will change in time. I don't know how to shine, when my eyes are so blind. This industrial america, I'm burning inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-7781124875012648439?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/7781124875012648439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=7781124875012648439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7781124875012648439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7781124875012648439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/02/time_05.html' title='Time'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1297901720209563632</id><published>2009-02-05T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:37:13.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>It is February 5, 2009, and I look like the bride of Frankenstein. It takes some time to find what's really on the inside. All this wasted time, was worth more than 40 dimes. It's heart is not connected to mine, which will change in time. I don't know how to shine, when my eyes are so blind. This industrial america, I'm burning inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1297901720209563632?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1297901720209563632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1297901720209563632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1297901720209563632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1297901720209563632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/02/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6125301319102428111</id><published>2009-02-04T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:04:19.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coldest Winter Seasons</title><content type='html'>Well, today I was deciding whether to get netflix or not because I wanted to see all of the movies that people have been talking about. I have been doing many different things today, I decided to go and clean out the van I'm driving, but I didn't stay out there too long, because it was cold. I will have to wash the van later on in the week, almost frozen when I was cleaning out the van today. Sometimes cleaning is very theraputic for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter is usually my favorite season, but this season is just different from previous winters, and I'm not a big fan of spring and summer. I like spring better than summer, I don't like the scorching temperatures in the summer time. I just adapt to the changes.I usually enjoy the winter season, but for some reason this has been the coldest winter season eventhough there's sun. Things have really changed this season, not only for me but for the whole family. I don't want to go into to detail, but it has been really not like previous winters. Waking up has been hard these days, but somehow I manage to feel alright, I try to find my smile or remember to smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6125301319102428111?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6125301319102428111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6125301319102428111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6125301319102428111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6125301319102428111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/02/coldest-winter-seasons.html' title='The Coldest Winter Seasons'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1512149286044383470</id><published>2009-02-03T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:40:49.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Decisions</title><content type='html'>Tough Decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 3rd, 2009 | 01:16 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is going to be tough deciding whether to go to Walmart or Walgreens. I put my application in online, and this is not the first time I have applied. This doesn't mean they are going to call me. I the new store opens in March. They told me the reason why they haven't hired me, is because I was working at Walmart. They say because they are both competitors, however I think it is stupid. I would like to maybe get out of retail one day. Like The Academy Is song, "Black Mamba" go work in retail spare the suspense, just don't take chances. It alright, if you need a job, because jobs are hard to find these days. I'm lucky I have a job, I know I probably wouldn't be on this computer at all. I don't know how we got here but I hope it will improve very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03:51 I don't think I will get to go to of the shows on SV because I'm already going to a show on the BND tour in April. It would be good to drive # &lt;br /&gt;04:04 @winterpassing I wonder is he talking about the tv news, it's not good, I'm watching the 11oclock news, rain, possibly snow tonight? # &lt;br /&gt;05:09 I forgot to take my meds, no wonder I feel worse, maybe a cup of orange juice, I don't like to work w/ a cold, had a cough attack yesterday. # &lt;br /&gt;07:29 I'm not going to stay up all night and revise this poem. I think I need to give it a rest and work on it tommorrow doesn't compare to others # &lt;br /&gt;07:33 I hate snoring, I just wish I could put a bowl over my brother's head, sometimes it just get louder and louder, like a mean snore, its bad. # &lt;br /&gt;17:47 I really don't know exactly what time I go in for work so I will go early, I could call, this is the only reason why I can twitter. # &lt;br /&gt;20:24 After seeing the "America's Sweetheart" video, I have the song in my head I wasn't on a mountain when it came to all my life been wasted cha # &lt;br /&gt;20:28 my life is like a song, there in my head, I wouldn't want to live without them. I don't know what I would do without the music, it helps. #&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journals/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1512149286044383470?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1512149286044383470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1512149286044383470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1512149286044383470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1512149286044383470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/02/tough-decisions.html' title='Tough Decisions'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8940575607786811722</id><published>2009-02-02T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:04:47.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>Today is groundhog day, the groundhog saw his shadow, that means 6 more weeks of winter. Well, who cares if he did or didn't see his shadow, I found out that it began as a Pennsylvania German custom in southeastern and central Pennsylvania in the 18th and 19th centuries, I didn't know that. The largest Groundhog Day celebration is held in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. All this relates to Pennsylvania, and the Pittsburgh Steelers won the superbowl last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things going on at one time, you just don't know what to do. I'm just doing a little bit of everything. Looking in books, thinking about submitting my entries for the poetry contest due around February 15. There are contests on FOE, like the valentine contest, and the bounce, bounce contests. I also seriously need to clean up too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays Birthday's &lt;br /&gt;Shakira, I have been liking her music for a longtime&lt;br /&gt;Farrah Fawcett, Charlies Angel's, that is a classic tv show. I think they remade it.&lt;br /&gt;Christie Brinkley, she was a model.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's friend who works with her, her birthday is today. I didn't not know that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8940575607786811722?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8940575607786811722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8940575607786811722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8940575607786811722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8940575607786811722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/02/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1830155145162213037</id><published>2009-02-01T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:57:47.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight and Sunlight</title><content type='html'>The first day of February, still don't know what keeps me motivated to even post a blog, because many don't really read this stuff. I don't know where all of these thoughts are coming from, so it's really strange. I think it would be more interesting if it was poetic which I'm going to try to do today. To try to make misery more fun. I'm sorry I should be happy but there is always going to be an antagonist, and in this case it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt free, when she closed her eyes, in those moments she was didn't know what was going to happend during her time away from the world, relieved from the day before, hours of rest before daylight. Then, she wakes up to the sunlight, she didn't witness the sky changing from dark to light. 6 hours ago, it was pure midnight, and now it's pure sunlight. The 6 short hours of rest, seemed like a powernap, because she doesn't remember sleeping through 6 hours of her life. Now, lying in bed, as stiff as the covers, all she thinks about going 6 hours back in time, when she was unconscious, not being able to see, not being able touch, not being able to feel, now being able to feel her legs. If she went back 6 hours back in time, she didn't have to worry about seeing the sun, but she was hoping to see another day. I guess if she was really content, waking up from 6 hours of rest she wouldn't feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since their are so many birthdays in February, I'm just going to post the people who I know, who I didn't know had a birthday in February, I thought this would be a good idea. I didn't know their birthdays were in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Birthdays(the people that I have been fans of):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Conrad&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Marie Presley&lt;br /&gt;Big Boi&lt;br /&gt;Pauly Shore&lt;br /&gt;Rick James&lt;br /&gt;Sherman Hemsley,aka George Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;Langston Hughes, an amazing poet&lt;br /&gt;Clark Gable, Gone With The Wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here what happened yesterday,&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tweets for Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 31st, 2009 | 06:58 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01:11 I shouldn't be so scared, I went to my lesson today and I'm even more inspired, a bass player who is an amazing guitarist, both are harmless # &lt;br /&gt;01:15 if it is still cool to watch Fuse, a load of Linkin Park videos are on, I do have some chords that I'm going to try to work on, I will write # &lt;br /&gt;05:19 myspace is still not responding, I was working on the chords, but right now he's sleeping &amp; snoring so annyoing I don't understand the sound # &lt;br /&gt;05:42 all that noise all that sound, tonight we talked about the Eagles, I want to learn hotel california and the rain song one day, a challenge. # &lt;br /&gt;05:44 @MillieTheArts drink plenty of oj and green tea, I need some now, don't buy homemaker, try tropicana or minute made, mine tastes weird. # &lt;br /&gt;07:12 my printer will not print, has anyone ever heard of Danielle Howle, her CD sounds pretty good. She plays acoustic guitar, like Katy Perry # &lt;br /&gt;08:14 @themorningbell I still have my St. Louis Cardinals hat, M.Morris is not on the team anymore, I haven't updated all my blogs yet, but I will # &lt;br /&gt;17:52 I waited to send something off 5 before 12pm, just in case. An earlier shift today, I just finished a short workout so I should be on my way # &lt;br /&gt;20:52 time flies by so fast it's almost time for me to roll, the drive will give me time to think, I'm going try to practice guitar 30 to 60 min. #&lt;br /&gt;Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was really busy we just really had to work really hard tonight, because normally it has been really slow. I really don't want to be there forever, well I'm going to continue what I'm doing then hopefully it will workout. I know a lot of people have already did things that it will take me a lifetime,but I try to be happy for others and not want the things that have, and just don't want to be jealous of them. Have you ever heard the story of Jones's. I know they worked hard for it, and if I want it I will have to work to. But,I have work hard in the past, with school and everything and will continue to work for as long as I can, until I reach my ultimate goal. I don't think I have a choice. I'm not going to be jealous because somebody has more than I have, I just will think about Live Your Life by Rihanna and T.I. I just try not to worry about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1830155145162213037?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1830155145162213037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1830155145162213037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1830155145162213037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1830155145162213037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/02/midnight-and-sunlight.html' title='Midnight and Sunlight'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-291129947345417505</id><published>2009-01-26T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:09:29.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's A Constant Struggle</title><content type='html'>I didn't update yesterday, a lot of things have been going through my head, I'm still struggling. I'm still thinking about what I really want to do with my life. I really need to start thinking about it. I have been struggling with this for quite sometime, the way my mother describes it she doesn't think it would be the best time to get into this, because we have had some experience with this situation. I was thinking about going to the art institute online, because I don't know if I want to move right now. I could go back to midlands technical college and finish my degree, but I don't think it is going to help me because it's just general studies. During this break I really found out how much I do love music, I can't deny that, and I think that is what has me so confused. The fact, that I met the artist, and the guitar player, just out of the blue. I actually bought a guitar tape, and started learning how to play this. I never knew how you can make a song with just your voice and a guitar. I guess I see other do it, and I want to be involved. Many people tell me that I would never make it, and then some people are like you might make it. All the things that happened are strange. I think I need to find somewhere I belong, but where do I belong. You can tell I don't have much faith in myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-291129947345417505?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/291129947345417505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=291129947345417505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/291129947345417505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/291129947345417505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/lifes-constant-struggle.html' title='Life&apos;s A Constant Struggle'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-3530266852554418481</id><published>2009-01-19T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:14:25.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can Be Heroes</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot today is Dr. King Day, I felt the need to talk about this on my blog since it a really inspirational part of history and inauguration day is tommorrow, so it's inauguration eve. I wish I didn't have to go to work tommorrow, so I can see the whole thing on tv. But, I will tape it tommorrow, tommorrow is going to be a very historical day for the country. It started with the Civil War, and then Abraham Lincoln help free the slaves, then later Dr. King''s Speech it was the turning point, but it was still not equal, and it's not really equal now, it's just illegal now, because we all have rights now, except people from other countries.  But, I know it's 2009, but some of this is still going on, but  hopefully things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go to the inauguration, I would have been there if I could, but it's going to be just as exciting seeing it on tv. . It was another turning point for this country, in order to unite the nation. Also, Atlanta, GA is a very historical city, that is where Dr. King was born. I remember when I drove to Atlanta, coming back getting off the wrong exit on king blvd. I got off on that street and I don't know where in the world I was, that was one of the scariest times of my life. But, I found my way, on that day. I guess that was just a lucky street &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biography &lt;br /&gt;, (January 15, 1929-April 4, 1968) was born Michael Luther King, Jr., but later had his name changed to Martin. His grandfather began the family's long tenure as pastors of the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, serving from 1914 to 1931; his father has served from then until the present, and from 1960 until his death Martin Luther acted as co-pastor. Martin Luther attended segregated public schools in Georgia, graduating from high school at the age of fifteen; he received the B. A. degree in 1948 from Morehouse College, a distinguished Negro institution of Atlanta from which both his father and grandfather had graduated. After three years of theological study at Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania where he was elected president of a predominantly white senior class, he was awarded the B.D. in 1951. With a fellowship won at Crozer, he enrolled in graduate studies at Boston University, completing his residence for the doctorate in 1953 and receiving the degree in 1955. In Boston he met and married Coretta Scott, a young woman of uncommon intellectual and artistic attainments. Two sons and two daughters were born into the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biography and speeches &lt;br /&gt;http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/1964/king-bio.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3530266852554418481?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3530266852554418481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3530266852554418481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3530266852554418481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3530266852554418481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-can-be-heroes.html' title='We Can Be Heroes'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2026639379765568937</id><published>2009-01-17T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:29:42.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Have Changed</title><content type='html'>Did you know I have about 3 blogs that I post the same things on.  I haven't even updated them yet.  Well, a lot of things have changed for me, since my brother moved back in. I don't have as much space as I use to. I really feel for him though, because his heart has been broken.  I just hope he is going to be alright, I'm just afraid something is going to happen. I know I shouldn't complain to much because it could be worst, just look how the people are living in other countries they are fighting and killing.  It is some really crazy things going on in the world today.  I would probably be in a mental institution if I was over there. I'm almost there now.   I got a surprised visit from my sister in Atlanta, it's always nice to see her because I don't get to see her often, she is the sweetest.  For some reason, my tv channel was turned to abc family, the Notebook was on earlier, and now The Cutting Edge.  I didn't really look at either but saw some intense love scenes in The Notebook but I wasn't really paying attention.  I have seen The Cutting Edge before, it's a good movie.  Well, I checked out a new blog that was started by Nathan Wrann today which was very interesting.  http://nwrann.wordpress.com/  It is called A Block Too Far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2026639379765568937?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2026639379765568937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2026639379765568937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2026639379765568937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2026639379765568937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-have-changed.html' title='Things Have Changed'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-3786016621866921837</id><published>2009-01-14T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:34:44.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>Jan. 16th, 2009 | 02:22 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still working on sending off an Avon, order as of know it is considered to be a late order.  I have been flipping through pages, trying to find something at a customer ordered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One of my customer's quit the job, so now I have to find out if she still want the days of the week earrings.  I went in there today to deliver, and the other employee, told me I'm sorry she doesn't work here anymore.  I was wondering what happened, I saw here the other day, and she seemed fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I did talk to Lee again today, she has been sick, and I just hope she will get well soon.  She sent me an email and she wants me to enter the poetry contest, and I think I'm going to give it a shot.  I have been meaning to check LJ,  all day. I was trying to find out more about Nick Santino earlier because he is working with William Beckett.  My brother got a new phone, because he lost the phone he was talking on the other day, it's like it disappeared.  I have been needing to upgrade every since July 2008.  I will upgrade soon, I was looking on the verizon website at some phones, but have not made a choice yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balancing Heavy Weight On A Tightrope&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 15th, 2009 | 12:05 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is finally Thursday, today I do go to work.  We still don't have the hot water heater installed, the guy is supposed to be coming today.  Currently, we have been boiling water. it feels like I'm on survivor, I think they have to make fire, because they don't give them matches, and lighters.  It's not as bad as being on Survivor, the part about boiling water made me think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night something bad happened and it is like don't we already have enough problems, and just to add more to it,  the weights are becoming too heavy, for everyone who is related.  I try not to worry about, I just try to avoid conflicts if at all possible, because we don't need to add more weight.  It feels like we are lifting a 100 pounds of iron.  I'm really scared for the ones who are walking on tightrope in the family, I hate when it gets down to the wire.  I think you only get 3 chances, and the fourth time is charm.   It not like we can watch them 24/7, the adults act like children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The hot water that we had in there has probably been in here every since this house was built so I think it was time, it's amazing that it lasted this long.  I think I just want to get an apartment when I get a place of my own, so I will not have to be responsible for this.  This house is ancient, so you never know what is going to shut down next, I don't know how old it is, but it's old.  If we even move somebody would probably tear it down and turn it into a store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Gave You Everything I Had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/66221611/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 14, 2008&lt;br /&gt;All-Time Favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started off interesting, I just got off the phone with my sister in New York, I think I should move up there eventually or to Atlanta.  I could always come back home.   I could start out there then go from there, jobs here are a thumbs down.  I don't know if it is me, or  this place, life is supposed to be about having opportunities taking chances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, we talking this morning about music, she was singing all of her favorite John Mayer songs.  She was like have you downloaded the "Villiage Sessions" yet, and I was like yeah, I love it.   She like his version of "Dreaming With A Broken Heart" on the villiage sessions.   She likes "Clarity", "83", "Comfortable", "Heart Of Life", "Message In A Bottle", "My Stupid Mouth",  She told me she like how he can turn a conversation into a song.  She loves "Daughters", and "Body Is A Wonderland", but she told me she was tired of hearing the songs on the radio.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like "No Such Thing" but she said she was tired of that one, but I'm not.  I like "Why Georgia" "Great Indoors", "City Love", "Back To You" "Bigger Than My Body" "Somethings Missing", "Home Life", "Comfortable", "Neon", "New Deep"  I like every song off of Continuum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3786016621866921837?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3786016621866921837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3786016621866921837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3786016621866921837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3786016621866921837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-time-favorites.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-4073410774722270484</id><published>2009-01-12T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:32:57.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Live With Or Without Them</title><content type='html'>Despite all of my concerns I did run up on a few interesting articles like Bono's column in the New York Times and the Best Jobs in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bono's column in NY Times&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/11/opinion/11bono.html?ex=1247374800&amp;en=07bd2a60c2a6e5b0&amp;ei=5087&amp;WT.mc_id=OP-D-I-NYT-MOD-MOD-M077-ROS-0109-HDR&amp;WT.mc_ev=click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 best jobs of 2009&lt;br /&gt;http://jobs.aol.com/articles/2008/12/16/25-best-jobs-of-2009/?ncid=AOLCOMMjobsDYNLprim0001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about this today, you know how good I am at remembering faces.  Well, I saw someone that I graduated with and he pretended that he didn't know me unless he had forgot, and I didn't make myself known, because we were never really friends anyway.  We just took some classes together.   He has really changed, I remember he use to be a skinny. He looks different now.  I noticed that he was wearing one of those dixie rebel T-shirts.  Also, saw a red truck flying a huge rebel/confederate flag, this was the first time I had seen this.   I don't know what it means, and I will not assume but I don't think it is a good sign.  It could be a symbol of hate, or it could mean I'm a tough guy, I'm still confused. Well, I'm not going to let it spoil the rest of my day.  I not going to worry about, I don't have to live with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also something else has been on my mind like college and tuition.  I know someone who is close to retirement age, and she has a child who is going to school.  She went before she was 24 years old, and they had to put all of the student loans in her parents name.   I think it is a shame that they do that, if you are at least 18 years of age, you should be responsible for your own student loans.  I say that, because children usually start working at age 16.   When you are 18 you are considered to be an adult.  I don't think parents should have this debt hanging over their heads, especially at retirement age,  it is sad.   Then, it's worst if the child doesn't have a job after they finish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-4073410774722270484?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/4073410774722270484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=4073410774722270484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4073410774722270484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4073410774722270484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled_12.html' title='You Can&apos;t Live With Or Without Them'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1306423696331243049</id><published>2009-01-11T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:08:02.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cold Winter Day</title><content type='html'>I think today was the coldest day that we had all week, could of been about 55 degrees.  I think my day went well because I'm still alive, my work schedule was normal today, it wasn't like yesterday's 6:30 to 11:00pm. It was pretty busy today, they could of use a few more helping hands.  I remember when I go there they said that no one else was coming in so they started pulling people from their departments to work on the registers. Many people have been complaining about the way they cut their hours. Also, they say that our sales are way high, many say that think it is greed. I'm thinking that too, because why would they be cutting the hours and the sales are up. I think a lot of things are going on behind the scenes. This makes me think why weren't they hiring cashiers when they needed them most. They decided to do that unecessary remodel instead, and a lot of customers thought it was unecessary. They were like they need to be saving that money to hire more cashiers. But, it has been slow lately, and that is to be expected in January until people get their tax refund checks.  I can't say that I like working here, but it's a job.  Right the economy is just bad, and it's not suppose to be this way, but I will believe in  time it will get better.  I think everybody is effected by this, rich, poor, young, and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3618291/?entry_id=3618291&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1306423696331243049?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1306423696331243049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1306423696331243049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1306423696331243049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1306423696331243049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold-winter-day.html' title='A Cold Winter Day'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1196160334878889094</id><published>2009-01-10T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:20:20.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signed Copy Of Folie A Deux</title><content type='html'>don't know if this was posted but I have a friend who trying to sell this signed copy of Folie A Duex. Here is her message below: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really around on the forums much, but I thought maybe one of you might be interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine from school runs a webzine (http://www.theshakedownmag.com - you might like it, it's all about the scene &amp; then some), and she's trying to raise enough money to get a booth for the webzine for a few dates of Warped Tour. Part of how she's doing it is auctioning off one of the signed copies of Folie she snagged from Pete when he went to the Virgin store in New York, along with the Fresh Only Bakery bag he handed them out in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction is here, with a few days left on it. Go check it out!http://cgi.ebay.com/Autographed-copy-of-Fall-Out-Boys-Folie-A-Deux_W0QQitemZ180318646561QQcmdZViewItemQQptZMusic_CDs?hash=item180318646561&amp;_trksid=p3286.c0.m14&lt;br /&gt;&amp;_trkparms=72%3A1205&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite videos of the day are below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the piano version of one of my favorite songs by Link Park, but there is nothing like the original version with Chester singing. I ran up on this one while I was listening to a song that I like by Phantom Planet, suggested by Ryan Ross of Panic At The Disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano Version of "Shadow Of The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgG_4Akt9vM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgG_4Akt9vM&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom Planet"I Don't Mind" acoustic version With the shades the singer of Phantom Planet looks like Brendon Urie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVJAvMXb6XI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVJAvMXb6XI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1196160334878889094?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1196160334878889094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1196160334878889094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1196160334878889094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1196160334878889094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/signed-copy-of-folie-deux.html' title='Signed Copy Of Folie A Deux'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5343153209400198769</id><published>2009-01-09T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:19:35.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Topic Extremely Intimate?</title><content type='html'>Well today has been an exciting day for me.  I woke up this morning earlier than usual, dumb early, like 4:45am in the morning.   I haven't woke this earlier in a long time without much sleep.  I have went to bed at 4:45am, before then sleeping until about 11 in the morning.  I usually set my alarm clock.  I think this is like how they wake up in the military, they wake up as probably as early as 4am too.  I remember waking up that early for a previous job that didn't last long.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4:45am, and when you wake up that early you just always feel like you shouldn't be awake yet.  But, I knew if I wanted to have a chance at seeing TAI, I had to move.   So, after that, I put on my jeans, shirt and reversible gray/black jacket, and the long black coat on top of it because it was cold.  The coat is too long for me, but who cares as long as it keeps your warm.  So after that, I ate a bagel, cereal, banana, and got ready to drive down the road.  I have to get some gas before i went so that slowed me down, and I used the gps system, that is just one of the most amazing pieces of technology, one of my best friends.    I wish I would have bought one sooner, it helps.  It was actually 6:05 when I got on the finally got out of town onto to highway no. 1, so when I check the gps it said that I would get there at approximately 6:40am.  So, I drove and finally got to my destination at 6:46am, because I passed the mall, it still looked like it was still night at  6:30am in the morning.  So, I entered and then I didn't see anyone, but a few cars, it looked deserted, and there were not any lights on.  I didn't think it was open, I was just thinking that the Hot Topic staff told me something that wasn't true.  Then, I saw a some people going in and coming out, so then I decided to park the van, and go to the door to see if they were open.  As I entered the doors, I was surprised that it was not well lit, these are the lights workplaces leave on overnight.  I was like that was weird, but then I saw people in there walking, entering and exiting, not many people at that time in the morning just a few.  I think it would perfect for powerwalking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after I got in I was on my way to Hot Topic, it took me a while to find it but I found it.  I knew  this was the line when I saw people sitting outside of Hot Topic,  and when I got there everyone was cool, and I was no.15.  Then, pretty soon, one of the Hot Topic Hostesses, Jodie came out and greeted us and explained the whole game plan, like what we were supposed to do when they open, what time to arrive and everything.  She tried to get them to open the store earlier but they couldn't.  So, she just mingled with all of us until time.  Just because they couldn't open earlier, she decided to buy the first 15 some breakfast from Chick Filet.  I started not to get anything, but I decided to get the chicken mini, they said they were good, so I got those.  I usually eat the grilled chicken, but this time I got the chicken mini.   Also, I introduced myself to one of the girls that I see on the boards, she is notaprettygirl on the panic boards.  I don't think she recognized me, because my hair was different, but we got to talk for a while.  Then, as the hours passed the line increased.  When I first got there the line was that long, only like 15 people, and it was a gradual increase. I am just so happy that I was number 15, and I came there not knowing that I was going to have a chance at seeing play that acoustic show. I'm keeping my wristband in my dashboard, so I will not forget it.  I could put it in my top drawer, but it should be fine in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they finally opened the doors, then somebody commented on the sign, which said that the show was going to be &lt;strong&gt;extremely intimate&lt;/strong&gt;, I would say, because the Hot Topic is a small place.  Then, after that,  they started  letting  5 people go in at a time, Jodie guided us through the whole process of choosing what you want, and then where to checkout.  It was a hard decision for me, I didn't know whether to get that pretty colorful TAI shirt or The Cab's CD.  I wish I could of bought both but I only could buy one.  But, I think you could of came back later and purchased  a second item if you wanted to. I couldn't decided so I asked a friend.  Then, I told Jodie I need to take some time to decide.  I couldn't help it the shirt was so pretty, I will buy the Cab just because they are on the tour.  I know I should be saving dinero, but  don't people like to drink their beer and smoke their cigarettes.  Think how much money they would save if they didn't.  Well, I'm wasting my few extra dollars on music.  After that, went to the checkout, still not thinking that I made the right decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5343153209400198769?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5343153209400198769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5343153209400198769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5343153209400198769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5343153209400198769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-topic-extremely-intimate.html' title='Hot Topic Extremely Intimate?'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2228843812373499026</id><published>2009-01-08T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:40:42.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Young</title><content type='html'>I just can't believe it's already January 8, 2008, and this is one of my friend's birthday, Adam T. Siska, I think that is the only thing significant about this day, I have already checked the calender.  He is 21 today, and I remember finally getting my license at 21.  I can't believe I'm older than him.  He so much taller than me in-person.  I don't know what happened to me in the teen years, low levels of hgh, or it could have hereditary.  All the boys in the family are average height, but all the girls are short, except my sister in Atlanta.   She is about the tallest one, in the family, she took after her father, because he was tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2228843812373499026?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2228843812373499026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2228843812373499026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2228843812373499026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2228843812373499026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/forever-young.html' title='Forever Young'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1986905805708432068</id><published>2009-01-07T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:21:03.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Acorn In My Pocket</title><content type='html'>Not really much going on today yet, just hanging out at home on my day off.   .   My workout really helps sometimes, I always have been forgetting to stretch after workouts, I really need to start back stretching again.  I've been thinking about that guitar, trying not to forget all the thing I've learned.  I have actually tried to find "40 Steps" to see if I could remember it.  This acoustic show has me thinking about these types of things.  But, I know that there is a possibiltiy that I will not get to see them, that is usually how my luck is.  But, I am going to keep my finger crossed.  Well, if I don't get to hear them play at least I will get to say hello to them again, hopefully, you never know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hope I will get to to see William and Adam on Friday, I am going to keep my fingers crossed.  I wish I had an acorn that I could put in my pocket for good luck, I wonder could I use a quarter.  I still can't believe that are coming this close.  I haven't been to the Columbiana Centre Mall in a while, but I will go there today.  My mother's encouraging me to go, she might even drive me, because I have worried her so much in th past.  But, I will drive myself, she doesn't have to go with me. When I told her that she was like I know you're going!   I wish me and her had the same taste in music, it's funny how she describes the music I listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have been out in the wind today,up to 45 mph winds, but I'm not complaining, the winds doesn't bother me.  You can really hear it though, it sounds like the roaring waves on the ocean or a high flame burning on a gas stove.  I would chose wind and sun anyday.  The only things about the winds is that they make your clothes stick to your skin when you walk, and it messes your hair up, that isn't such a big deal.  But, I'm thinking if I'm not awake by now, after the workout, that maybe I should go outside and stand in in the yard and feel the wind on my skin until I wake up.  I should of flew a kite today, it would have been a great day for kite flying, if you interested in that hobby.  The winds are really severe enough to cause an power outage, I had better get candles for candlelight if that happens this evening,  I might have to have an acoustic evening with no electricity.  The winds are agitated, but it's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1986905805708432068?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1986905805708432068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1986905805708432068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1986905805708432068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1986905805708432068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/acorn-in-my-pocket.html' title='An Acorn In My Pocket'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8052508320227500442</id><published>2009-01-06T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:54:35.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAI Is Coming Town</title><content type='html'>TAI Is Coming To Town, regardless even if I don't get to go, however I'm not going to get excited, because you know how that goes.  I would just love to see that Acoustic Performance too.  I would be nice to see them again.  I thought Fall Out Boy would be showing up but I misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier&lt;br /&gt;Cheer's to another day, luckily we made it through yesterday.   Well, today I have to go to work earlier, they have some of the strangest schedule and my work routine is nothing that you didn't already know.  I'm to have to get a ftp address, so I will be able to upload my website with dreamweaver. I'm tired of searching so  I think I'm going to go with host monster for $4.95/month.  I have just had trouble coming up with a domain name.  This is something I'm going to have to do in order to use dreamweaver, there could be other ways, but I haven't looked in to it yet.   I created my sister's website, and I could put her website on this server so it can be found.  She is not ready to use it yet though, so I have time to get it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8052508320227500442?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8052508320227500442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8052508320227500442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8052508320227500442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8052508320227500442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/tai-is-coming-town.html' title='TAI Is Coming Town'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-186109952446971247</id><published>2009-01-05T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:25:15.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Later</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was o.k., I got off earlier than usual, I saw some interesting people,  like I said I met red beard.  I checked out a peculiar young gentlemen with a a long red beard, it looks like he was from another time.  I don't think he was a true red head, because his hair was dirty brown in the back.  Tonight I was looking at VH1 and saw that the rock of love love bus was on, I wasn't expecting to see another rock of love series.  Will Bret Michaels ever find his rock of love, it seems like he can't make up his mind, but it's normal.  I think he just like's to be on VH1, and I watched the the new show a real chance at love, that one is probably going to be good.  I watch these shows every now and then on Sunday nights when I come home from work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-186109952446971247?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/186109952446971247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=186109952446971247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/186109952446971247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/186109952446971247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-later.html' title='More Later'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5071223769224199592</id><published>2009-01-04T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:52:02.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Detox Just To Retox&lt;br /&gt;January 3, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Story,  I know I'm not a cop, and  but 2 people have been abducted and you can check it on wltx.com.  It could have happened to anyone,  I wonder is that on everybody's CBS.  This happened last night.  I'm sure everyone's has heard the news.  Well, it's nothing new bad things happen here all the time, you just wonder what will it be next.  They could be in Atlanta, GA by now, but I'm sure they have the cops our there searching.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you could be poison?  Have you ever wonder how poison you are, I know I'm toxic  because I haven't been drinking 8 glasses of water a day, and I can't drink 8 glasses today because I have to work.    Which is the reason I don't like to have colds because at work you can't not get the cold out of your body.  It would be gross to spit the phelgm out into the trashcan, that's why when I have a cold it seems like it last forever, because it's hard to get the cold out of your body.  Also, I can't keep running back to the restroom everytime I cough, it is so gross, but it is what it is.  The poison is in my body, and who know what is going on inside, I think I'm just going to have to detox just to retox.  Chemical imbalances, from the chemicals in  processed meats and foods.  Sometimes I wonder how many contaminants we are taking into our body, but I not a germ fanatic, like a person that goes around wearing masks, gloves.  I try to wash my hands regularly, but it doesn't effect my everday life.  You can drink water to try to get the toxins out of your body and I heard that exercise is good too, is that why a feel better when I do it.   Before I let my nephews take over my computer, I had chance to listen to FAD, a few songs, like Disloyal Order of Royal Buffalos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Also, yesterday evening I was listening to the classic rock radio station and I heard some familar songs like Layla, I am familar with Eric Clapton's version.  Also, at work I had David Bowie's "Underpressure" in my mind.   When I was working on the cash register, greeting customers, and when they asked how I was doing, I told them I was find, but then I mumbled "under pressure" under my breath.  Sometimes, I do get nervous and I have to try to find ways to calm myself.  I'm really afraid, and I'm just going to have to try to come down because it's not healthy, it's dangerous.  It i nothing to smile about, and it's definitely not worth with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about the essentials of fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/65595381/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5071223769224199592?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5071223769224199592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5071223769224199592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5071223769224199592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5071223769224199592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5197802973873576322</id><published>2009-01-02T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:12:15.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Talk</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my trip, I went and met Lee. She was much more interesting in-person than on the phone. I think she is cool, a very eccentric person. When I call her she said her friends band was practicing and she just had to get away from it, so we just decided to meet at the Waffle House. My mother did go with me and let me tell you we had a blast. We shared coffee, and had a nice conversation. I didn't know she had a sense of humor, she's really funny. She like a really expressive person, who speaks what's on her mind. Also, I found out she doesn't really like computers, unlike me. You can tell I love computers, because I'm on here 24/7 hours per week, not exactly, but I'm usually on here everyday. This machine is strange, but I don't think we could live without out in a workplace, that would really slow the pace of things. It has been a long day, a cloudy, rainy, cold day. It wasn't that cold, but colder than usual. It hasn't really felt like winter lately, really a spring-like feel. Like today it's cold, but it could be warm tomorrow you never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I have thought about upgrading so I can make my own theme, this is the Winterice theme&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5197802973873576322?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5197802973873576322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5197802973873576322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5197802973873576322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5197802973873576322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/coffee-talk.html' title='Coffee Talk'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8918681407370753565</id><published>2009-01-01T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:28:29.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Favorite Interview Of The New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:329469" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=type%3Dnormal%26vid%3D329469%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A329469%26startUri=mgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A329469" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/ontv/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;MTV Shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8918681407370753565?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8918681407370753565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8918681407370753565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8918681407370753565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8918681407370753565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-favorite-interview-of-new-year.html' title='1st Favorite Interview Of The New Year'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5863715645435265962</id><published>2009-01-01T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:02:53.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>This is my first post of the year, Happy New Year everyone. Well, it is a new year but nothing changes on New Year' Day. I still have to work at the same place, it's so routine, the same old crap every year. I am only doing this for money just so you know. One of my resolutions is to leave the Walmart that I work at, maybe transfer to another I might just get a job at the new Walgreens. I will do anything, whatever it takes, I been working on putting some notes to something that I wrote. I would be willing to build the 51 th state. I feel like a rag doll like a person that is being used, on the edge of just saying blank this, I'm out of here. It's coming, I don't know when but it's coming, I can feel it. It just gets to a point where it is not worth it anymore, I have seen a lot of things that go on in there that you wouldn't believe. It is so unfair. I think I'm going to start with "That One Night In October", there are not any bass parts, and guitar parts yet. song of the day, "New Years Day" by U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Favorite video of the new year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was TAI on NYE on December 31, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Day by U2&lt;br /&gt;They would not let me embedd the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHzLWLFTPPI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here Is WInter Passing, I removed the video, you can probably find it on SLH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5863715645435265962?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5863715645435265962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5863715645435265962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5863715645435265962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5863715645435265962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-7092945535409976707</id><published>2009-01-01T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T15:54:21.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is my first post of the year, Happy New Year everyone. Well, it is a new year but nothing changes on New Year' Day. I still have to work at the same place, it's so routine, the same old crap every year. I am only doing this for money just so you know. One of my resolutions is to leave the Walmart that I work at, maybe transfer to another I might just get a job at the new Walgreens. I will do anything, whatever it takes, I been working on putting some notes to something that I wrote. I would be willing to build the 51 th state. I feel like a rag doll like a person that is being used, on the edge of just saying blank this, I'm out of here. It's coming, I don't know when but it's coming, I can feel it. It just gets to a point where it is not worth it anymore, I have seen a lot of things that go on in there that you wouldn't believe. It is so unfair. I think I'm going to start with "That One Night In October", there are not any bass parts, and guitar parts yet. song of the day, "New Years Day" by U2 Here is my first favorite video of the new year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-7092945535409976707?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/7092945535409976707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=7092945535409976707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7092945535409976707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7092945535409976707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-my-first-post-of-year-happy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2855467721218163597</id><published>2008-12-30T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:00:24.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHeN The CLoCk StiRkEs 12aM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last Day of 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;December 31, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can believe it is the last day of December 31, 2008. A lot of things have happened this year. I got a lot of surprises in 2008, good surprises and bad surprises. I think the worst surprised started toward the end of January, it's so sacred that I can't even hardly talk about it. I don't want to talk about it it's a nightmare. Well just listen to GCH, "Guilty As Charged". So, this is what made January so horrible, then we just tried to make it through the rest of the months. Eventhough it didn't happen to me, it still bothers me so much, it is on my mind a lot. I remember June, july, August, the Warped Tour, but I didn't get to go on that tour. I had bought a ticket for the show, but I had to sell it on Ebay. Then, I went to one of the shows on Bill &amp;amp; Travis Bogus Journey, in October, and I think I had the time of my life. I had a hard time getting there though, and I didn't have any regrets. I am so glad I went because there were a lot of lessons learned. I remember driving down there missing my exits, and then I have to find my way back to the next exits to get back onto the interstate. It was difficult to drive through all the Atlanta traffic, especially driving on unfamiliar streets. I was like where in the world am I, but all I did to get myself back on the interstate by just reading the signs. I tried not to panic, because if you panic you could of crashed in all that traffic, a 50/50 chance at life. i don't think i never posted those pictures on livejournal, I think I may post them. Here is a picture link, I don't have them all uploaded yet, i going to have make a thread, but I think people have already seen these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock strikes 12AM on Wednesday, December 31, everything will change, well, I don't if we are going to change, but maybe we should at least hold on to it so we can have something to look forward to, even if we give it up after the first couple of weeks or months. I can't believe that the year is ending, I had my days mixed up, I thought that last night was new year's eve. Then, I remembered Kwanzaa, that is going on until January 1. It started on December 26, and it ended on January 1. I know I should celebrate Kwanzaa, but I don't, because we are so use to celebrating Christmas those one day celebrations. We don't even celebrate Hannukah, but maybe we should. I know the friend I met celebrate Hannukah, Kwanzaa, you name it. I could have joined her, but I think she didn't get to celebrate it to the fullest because she had the flu, so if me and her would of been around each other I probably would have got it to. I was supposed to be planning a surprise, but I doubt I will have it done by tommorrow , maybe in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/useralbum.php?ua=Hfsej2UxoPR2NQyFSM%2FrmA%3D%3D"&gt;http://tinypic.com/useralbum.php?ua=Hfsej2UxoPR2NQyFSM%2FrmA%3D%3D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2855467721218163597?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2855467721218163597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2855467721218163597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2855467721218163597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2855467721218163597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-clock-stirkes-12am.html' title='wHeN The CLoCk StiRkEs 12aM'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5764040442096529845</id><published>2008-12-29T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:47:27.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Year End Surprises</title><content type='html'>Woke up, because nobody else is going to wake me up,  I couldn't getting going today for some reason, so I worked out earlier than usually and I'm deciding to do the 2nd half of the workout in the room trying to clean up.  I need to start helping put this stuff in boxes, because we are planning on moving soon.  I don't know when but hopefully soon.  We don't do as much shopping anymore for this reason.  I think we have been hanging around this town too long.  I have always wanted to leave, I have a journal entry from high school, that explains it, so there's evidence.  I would love to walk into a new house with nothing in it, and start over.  I hope whereever we go will be a little better, maybe we have just been here too long and just need a change.  I don't know what it is, but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is Monday, and I'm in a different room for a change, I am in the room I need to be in cleaning up.  I was really looking for something for my sister, the Avon demo magazine.   I can't believe that I was charged $11.25 for library property.  I think I misunderstood the what the library clerk said, or I forgot to look at the date on the receipt.  I was upset at first, but then I just decided to go ahead and pay it because it was my mistake.  I think you have 1 week for videos and 2 weeks for books. I should of paid more attention, it was my fault, like the time I didn't have my seatbelt on, got pulled over by the police. I was going from work right next door to  the bookstore.  I was afraid because I didn't know what I had did wrong.  I was upset at first, but then I just decided to pay it and just forget about it.   I think I will lose all my money just for making careless mistake  I called my friend that I met in Walmart, and she had a touch of the flu, and my other friend is sick too.  I think I need to pray for them tonight, I guess that is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal Entry&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3560881/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3560881/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5764040442096529845?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5764040442096529845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5764040442096529845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5764040442096529845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5764040442096529845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-year-end-surprises.html' title='2008 Year End Surprises'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6231210640112238091</id><published>2008-12-28T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:38:24.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jinx Of The Century</title><content type='html'>Time has went by so fast 2008 has almost come and gone. I remember January, that was a difficult month for the whole family. I know my brother was in his own place living with his girlfriend and 2 boys, then moved in with a friend, then he fell out with him, who was one of his best friends.  Now, he is back in here with us, but when he was living here he never stayed home.  I never thought that he would be moving back in with us, but we couldn't just leave him out in the cold.  He had to have somewhere to go. Sometime you do all that you can to save a friendship or a relationship, and then it there's just no hope. I got a lot of surprises in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was going to post something on MONDAYEYES, but I'm still working on it, so I am just going to save it for Monday, I might go and just read on there and revise something that I wrote.  I know tonight has really been hectic, because they are not many cashiers left.  I don't think they hired a new crew because they have not been as busy.  It has been slow today, and I was late today, because I had forgot my phone charger.  My mind doesn't never fool me,  or does it but not in this situation.  I just thought, I better go back and get my phone charger to charge my phone, because who knows if my car will ever make it back because I have had problems with it.  I would hate to break down on that road at night, so I just called them and told them I was going to be tardy.  I am glad I did it because it could of saved my life, you never know what could happen when you driving to work or from work without my phone.  I feel lost without it if I travel, it's the faster way to get in contact with somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since my brother has been home my mom wants to escape, it would be good to be around a new enviroment, hopefully we will find a lot of positive friends.   We don't know how, and we don't know when, but we have to get up out of here.  It tough to live with him sometimes, it has been rough, you just don't know.  I don't look forward to coming home sometimes, I am just trying to adapt to the sudden change.  I love my brother though, but it is just hard to live with him sometimes.  He should be moving in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I did listen to some songs by Jack's Manequin and My Favorite Highway&lt;br /&gt;"Resolution", and "American Love", "Murder On The Radio", "Closer"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6231210640112238091?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6231210640112238091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6231210640112238091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6231210640112238091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6231210640112238091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/jinx-of-century.html' title='The Jinx Of The Century'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6833424578816750140</id><published>2008-12-27T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:58:45.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention, Attention</title><content type='html'>I am going to start with this:Here something that one of my friends wrote on livejournal, you should know her by now, her name is Gina D. if you get some time please read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" title="http://meetthefamous.com/photos-videos/details.php?story=" contenteditable="false" href="http://meetthefamous.com/photos-videos/details.php?story=4738" unselectable="on"&gt;http://meetthefamous.com/photos-videos/details.php?story=4738&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here is also another one for mason musso -&gt; &lt;a class="snap_shots" title="http://meetthefamous.com/photos-videos/details.php?story=" contenteditable="false" href="http://meetthefamous.com/photos-videos/details.php?story=4737" unselectable="on"&gt;http://meetthefamous.com/photos-videos/details.php?story=4737&lt;/a&gt;)- gina&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The worst thing about Saturday, is knowing that I don't have the whole day,&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is not a funday for me, it is always a work day&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time to stay on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;  It is surprising that I'm able to keep my head on straight,&lt;br /&gt;with tons of  heavy weight when I wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of the time people are not reading what I write,&lt;br /&gt;but reality bites, and I am already ready for the night&lt;br /&gt;but it is there just in case you want to read something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6833424578816750140?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6833424578816750140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6833424578816750140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6833424578816750140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6833424578816750140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/attention-attention.html' title='Attention, Attention'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2173272558185740487</id><published>2008-12-26T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:48:50.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable</title><content type='html'>Today is the day after, I guess we had better prepared for another new year, 5 more days.  Christmas was the main event  of the year, I don't know how 2009 will be.   I have don't have to work on New Year's Eve, but I have to work on New Year's Day.  I always think about the U2 song "New Year's Day", that has always been one of my favorite songs.  This song just comes to mind during this time of the year.  The "Winter Passing" video has a similar setting, with the snow, and the heavy coats.  All is quiet on new years day, the world is white on their way, I want to be with you be with you night and day, nothing changes on new year's day.    These 2 videos have something in common, it reminds me of missing someone.  I will post more&lt;br /&gt;later.unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3550091/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3550091/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2173272558185740487?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2173272558185740487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2173272558185740487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2173272558185740487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2173272558185740487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-4221748823622357704</id><published>2008-12-25T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:24:44.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Well, when I woke up my brother was here, he is the funniest.  He calls my sister's boyfriend crypt and Stevie Wonder.  I have never heard that one before, I think my laughs could turn into pain, because he's so funny sometimes.    After that, I worked out trying to follow the 30 minute rule, but is there an exception to the rule, if I just want to strenghten my arms for more upper body strength or am I just wasting and extra 10 minutes of my life.  After that my sister came down her with my nephews, and surprised us with a gift, it was a gps system, a digital map if you get lost in New York.  I was surprised because I wasn't expecting anything, she didn't have to get us anything, but we couldn't say no.  Then, after that they turned to the basketball game on espn, the Orlando Magic and  New Orleans.  Then, after they left, I just decided to keep it here and watch the whole game, flashes to nbc every now and then, trying to catch up on Days, or see their Christmas episode.  We will probably see them a little later on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was like a scene from it's a wonderful life.  I was watching that movie last night one of my all times favorite, then I was feeling guilty from being on the computer last night and today because it's Jesus's birthday.   But, at least I have already told him happy birthday.  I don't think he ever crosses people's mind even on Christmas, all they think about is opening their gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well,  I know I wasn't expecting anything from anyone, but I did buy some people a few gifts, like my mom, and I will give my sister hers later.   I really didn't buy many gifts this year, I'm just going to give them the money.  I did offer my nephews soda and LC pizza.  They took me up on the offer, because one of drank sprite and one of them ate one of my LC 4 cheese pizzas.  I told them that I would prefer these over pizza hut anytime. One of them has given up soda, and I was surprised.   I was off on their ages, one of them is 14, but he looks like he's still 10.  One of them is 16, really tall but still has a baby face.  I get along with him better, could it be because he is a libra, and the other one is a leo.  I don't know, but it could be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-4221748823622357704?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/4221748823622357704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=4221748823622357704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4221748823622357704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4221748823622357704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2028761637611490306</id><published>2008-12-24T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T19:39:44.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>Hello beautiful people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I know all of you are probably spending time with your families on Christmas Eve, while I'm here typing my thoughts down on the livejournal boards.  Many places close at 6pm, even Walmart.  The banks closed at 1pm.  I remember last Christmas Eve, I was with my family.  I was with my sister who lives here, my sister from Atlanta., my nephews, except one of my nephews.  He was on a rebellious streak.  They literally tried to drag him home, the last few days before this day.  His parents actually risked their lives trying to get him to come home, but he didn't listen.  He thought everything was cool, until that night, I think he got the fright of his life.  Last Christmas Eve, we had fun, but we didn't know what kind of evil was going on the outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2028761637611490306?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2028761637611490306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2028761637611490306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2028761637611490306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2028761637611490306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8573090388203011409</id><published>2008-12-23T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:49:49.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Like A Soap Opera</title><content type='html'>don't know if this is interesting or new, but Y&amp;amp;R is on now, and I usually don't just sit here and watch the whole soap opera, it is just on.  Many say this is the only one worth watching, because Days is just not like Y&amp;amp;R.  This is not a good time to call my sister right now.  She is like excuse me Y&amp;amp;R is on. They don't effect my life, because I have a vcr, and they replay on soapnet. I have broke this habit. You can watch these shows anytime because nothing ever happens.  I think they are acting out our lives. Life is like a soap opera, there is so much drama that goes on in our life.  I think we can write our own soap opera, and star in it.     I don't have much time to sit around and watch soap operas all day.  I watched the dark night last night, it was a free rental, but I decided to keep it for 5 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my mom last night, and she said that, she hasn't been able to sleep lately, thinking about a lot of things, everything just comes crashing down on you all at one time, and it comes when you least expect it.  There were a lot of surprises in 2008, I think I am just going to try to be prepared for the worst hoping that the best will come.   She said she just gets tired of everything, and I know how she feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8573090388203011409?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8573090388203011409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8573090388203011409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8573090388203011409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8573090388203011409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-like-soap-opera.html' title='Life Is Like A Soap Opera'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-3642811412497111771</id><published>2008-12-22T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:52:01.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Monday</title><content type='html'>Today was not too manic, I finally made it to 5:00pm. I delivered the Avon to the people who bought it, and they were so happy to receive it. Selling Avon is not easy, it's a lot of work especially if you have a huge order. Most of the time everybody is selling it but you can find some people out there who doesn't have a representative if your lucky. My nephew was here earlier looking at their school football season dvd. Two of my nephews, they play everything every season. I just wish I could find a way to keep them focused so they can maybe go to college and get drafted, that would be a dream, especially my brother's oldest son. I think he is already about 6 ff 5, and he is only 17 years old. My oldest nephew who is about 22, he got himself in some trouble last year, and before he did he had dreams of wanting to become a veternarian, and he has a 2 year old daughter. It's sad that he had to put his plans on hold. If he ony would have been home, on that night, he wouldn't have been in this. I'm not going to blame it on his parents because they really tried to get him home, but he just wouldn't come. We talked to him all the time about hanging in the streets. It is really sad, and you just don't want to see the other ones go down the same road. They love playing sports, so maybe it will be hope for them, if it is something they really want to do for a career. I hope I will be able to help them get there, it is tough raising children, even if you don't have any of your own. I know many people might have brothers, sister's, nephews, and nieces. It a lot kids out their who could use some guidance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read "Love Dove"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3642811412497111771?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3642811412497111771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3642811412497111771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3642811412497111771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3642811412497111771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-monday.html' title='Hey Monday'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1790023021490224787</id><published>2008-12-18T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:35:07.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost And Who's Reading This Stuff Anyway/ Lone Star in a 2 Star Town</title><content type='html'>I read this on William Beckett's blog ,and I came to many conclusions. I didn't know what to call this so I just called it lost. Sometimes, I see the children growing up the day, and they are on the news. I don't have any kids, but I have many nephews and nieces, some are near and some are faraway. I wouldn't have kids now, because I couldn't be home to take care of them, because I would have to work full-time if I didn't have anyone to help me. Some kids grow up sad and fall in love so fast, because they don't have enough love in their home possibly. Most of the time because of life, we can't be there to guide them, because we have responsibilites, like trying to work to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. Somewhere along they way they can go astray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are other some other conclusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are a lot of single mothers and father's out there, raising children. Sometimes the one's who do have help, are still struggling to try to raise their children, because the other person is not doing their part . I guess in this situation you can feel like your single eventhough your living with children's mother or father. This could make the other person turn to drugs and alcohol too, because their are a lot of problems that arise in a relationship. I think it can just be a complicated situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This was from the picture he posted on his blog. It looks like every house is really close together. It doesn't look like we would be able to move around much, it looks overcrowded. It looks like a close family, on the outside, but is there love on the inside of the homes. This makes you wonder is this the reason, children wander. They usually fall in love, because they never had love when they were growing up. It is a different kind of love though3. There is not enough love inside a home, and I just wonder is the reason why the kids are like they are. A lot of kids are not getting love, like hugs and pats on the back. Do you think that is why some kids grow up try drugs. But, some peope teach their kids, and give them all the love they can give, and they could still end up getting caught up in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It could mean, when you have to work all the time whether it's is touring or working the 9 to 5. You have to make a sacrifice time away from them so they will be able to have a better life or just to survive in the world. I think one day you are going to retire so you can spend all your time with them. Sometimes it is sad that you leave them because you know they need you. Then when you go home and find out their no communication, you think that maybe you are the blame for this because you're never home, because you're always working. Most of the time your family could turn to drugs and alcohol, for comfort, just to escape their problems. Then, sometimes you think how did they get this way, and then you start blaming yourself, or feeling guilty. You think if you only would have been there would it have been different? It is still the burning question. I got a lot of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 19, 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Friday, which is not one of my favorite days of the week.  I just woke up on  the darkside I would have preferred waking up on the brightside, but I'm o.k.  I knew it wasn't going to last, because that is not like me.  It was just one of those days, and it was a pretty day.  But, usually I don't care about the weather and everybody else is snowed in.  I should be have been greatful for the sunshine, but like I said I really never really cared about the weather.  I worked out for over an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I stated that I felt like a lonestar in a 2 star town with a loaded gun to my head.  Also, I was worried that someone had stolen my sister package that I sent her.  She said someone has stolen one of her packages the other day.  She was so disappointed, she was like who do this? She said they are just heartless and cold.  Then, I think how my life is not a fairytale, it hasn't begun yet, and I don't know if I will have a happy ending.  Then, I hear other people out there talking about their happily ever after, but I'm happy that they are living happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy when I received my Avon order, I think this was the biggest order ever.  So, I started writing out those receipts, and putting items in the bags.  Also, you should try that Mark Earth, that perfume smells so good, one of my customer's loved it.  This would make a great Christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I started listening to Fall Out Boy's new album Folie A Deux, amazing.  I love listening to that, I have words in my head now, that I just start singing, like boycott love detox just to retox, nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy.  I think listening to this album killed my mood.  I am glad I played, and just realized how great this album sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother went to a Christmas Party that her job was having, and she could only take one guest, and my sister wanted to go so badly.  I decided to let her go, and I would stay behind.  So, I started playing this guitar from the tape, started playing that G, C, and D7.  I doing better with the changing, you just got to practice.  It is pretty neat.  Work was terrible last night, no help.  Every Walmart is like that because I went to Walmart tonight, and I stood in the long line, but could feel her pain, so I didn't complain.  I went to pick up some water, paper, and some produce.My sister called me and said that she received her package today, I was so happy that she received it.  I was so scared that it had got stolen, because I had lost the delivery confirmation number.  I can't keep up with anything that I own.   Don't give me anything to keep, because I will lose it in a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1790023021490224787?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1790023021490224787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1790023021490224787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1790023021490224787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1790023021490224787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/lost-and-whos-reading-this-stuff-anyway.html' title='Lost And Who&apos;s Reading This Stuff Anyway/ Lone Star in a 2 Star Town'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6136184859807696083</id><published>2008-12-16T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:04:51.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring In December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today it feels like Christmas in July, it is warm here today. It hard to believe that it is snowing in other parts of the country. I think this is warmest winter we had here in a long time. The sun is in and out, and they say you need about 10 minutes of sun, but I never go out and try to soak up the sun. It usually beams on me when I'm riding in the car. I went out today, and mailed the rest of the Christmas Cards. I have an Avon order going off early so people will be able to get it back in time for Christmas. Also if anyone wants to see my hairstyle here it is. &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://twitpic.com/td2j"&gt;http://twitpic.com/td2j&lt;/a&gt; This is my sister's masterpiece, but she doesn't really pursue, because she doesn't have clients. I guess if she moves to another location she would be more successful, but it's complicated right now. It is strange in my neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, I really need to make changes to the websites that I made. I have free trial period with dreamweaver, but I don't understand it yet. I will have to either get the book or I'm sure I can do some research. I might just use webstarts for the time being. However, I'm not tired of learning whether it is inside or outside of the classroom. But, I know that the time is now, I can't waste the time. I have already wasted enough time in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here my attempt to writing a 14 line sonnet, at least it has 14 lines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/64719921/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/64719921&lt;/a&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/5415707450624882352-6136184859807696083?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6136184859807696083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6136184859807696083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6136184859807696083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6136184859807696083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/spring-in-december.html' title='Spring In December'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-3818784561595409375</id><published>2008-12-15T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:12:34.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Golden Surprise Special Delivery</title><content type='html'>I received Folie A Deux today, I was so excited today.  It came in a huge priority mail box today, I am glad it came early.   I listened to it one time, but really didn't have time to really listen to it, like I said their are so many interruptions.  I know I will get to listen to it tonight.  I am going to my sister's home salon today, she is going to try to do something to my hair so I will be able to do the photoshoot.   My sister gets off at 5pm, and I am going to be there when she gets off.  Today, has been a busy for me, I never knew that it could take almost an hour to mail just one package to my sister in New York.  She should receive it within 3 business days.   For me the day is over, so I am just going to look forward to  the night time.   I will not be here this afternoon, but I will be back tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3818784561595409375?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3818784561595409375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3818784561595409375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3818784561595409375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3818784561595409375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/golden-surprise-special-delivery.html' title='A Golden Surprise Special Delivery'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2740419305729981904</id><published>2008-12-14T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:06:06.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up and I think I have had too much fun on Twitter for an hour.  I am still getting use t o fact, that I have to share space with my brother.  Still getting use to the fact, that he is going to be here every night for now. I don't like coming home at night, and he is on the chair, he is like a joker.  So, when I  come in at night, I can't get any peace until he falls asleep, he likes to make fun of me.  My life is not like it use to be, I am usually silent that is the way I deal with him.  I don't say a word, I just let him say what he needs to say, because he is so use to getting his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My mom reminds me how much I remind her of my father, because he was quiet, he didn't hardly say much.  He didn't bother anyone uless they bothered him.  This is the only way he could deal with my brother.  Sometimes my brother is nice, but he can be very argumentive, when you not on his side.  He can be a big bully sometimes.  I just don't say a word anymore, I have learned to just listen and agree, even if I don't agree with him and lying is a sin, so I had better be saying my prayers everynight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact:   The title, Long Live Sunday , I just wish there were more hours in Sunday, because at the stroke of Midnight  Sunday will be history, and I never have an agenda for Monday, congratulations for the people who do, have an agenda for there days.  I know when it comes around, I don't know what I will be doing but I probably know what I'm going to be doing at 2pm, the same thing I do everyday probably, just wasting time or is time wasting us.  I would like to put Sunday on pause, so i can have time to plan for Monday.  Monday, is probably going to be hectic, because it probably the last day to get your presents sent to your families and friends unless you want you  want to pay for express shippping, and who wants to pay for express shipping if they didn't have to.  They could be using the extra money for gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beating Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/64625931/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/64625931/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2740419305729981904?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2740419305729981904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2740419305729981904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2740419305729981904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2740419305729981904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-live-sunday.html' title='Long Live Sunday'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2076956219833256942</id><published>2008-12-13T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:37:05.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Wake Of Saturday</title><content type='html'>Time passes by at the blink of an eye, a chaotic atomosphere, I can't think at this time of  day, I hope I will be able to get it right by night.  I enjoy their company but it's not the time, however they are not disturbing, when they are occupied,  lost in 3D game world, where everything seems real.  It is reallly fascinating, the world of video games, it feels so real.    It is good that they are here, eventhough we are in different rooms right now. I'm in the kitchen and they are in the living room, but the rooms are connected though, I can hear their voices and if I shout, they would hear it.  We together right here right now, and at least I know that they are safe and sound when they are in this house.  Eventhough I am not responsible for another human being, I have many other responsibilites.          I just felt like posting something before work.  My 2 nephews are here now, and my oldest nephew's little daughter.More Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2076956219833256942?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2076956219833256942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2076956219833256942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2076956219833256942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2076956219833256942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-wake-of-saturday.html' title='In The Wake Of Saturday'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2275050772316499769</id><published>2008-12-12T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:59:13.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Days Of December</title><content type='html'>December is passing, already 12 days of December, and we are living through the days right now, when is January it will not even seem like you lived through those days, so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now on the early december morning I need  be getting some sleep, because I am supposed to be doing a photoshoot tommorrow.  I don't know how this will turn out, but this will probably be done in the evening hours.  I am going to work on sending out more Christmas cards tommorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do the photoshoot today, I just keep putting it off, but my friend told me that is fine, and she had forgot.  She was Christmas shopping.  It is really her gift to me, and the website is my gift to her.  I offered to pay, but she said that was alright.  I am not going to charge her for the website.  I am so anxious to start working on it. I will probably say Monday or Wednesday of next week.  I received a gift from a friend the other day at work.  She didn't have to get me anything, eventhough we aren't supposed to accept gifts, I couldn't say no, so I just wrapped it up in a bag.  But, there might be an exception because it is Christmas time.  I like receiving Christmas cards too, it is just as good as getting something to hold in my hand, words are just as special, because I don't need another figurine.  Sometimes,  I think that store is running itself now, 5 cashiers on hand, and 1 to 2 csm's at night.  At night I'm usually the only one, and I was on register 3 last night 20 items or less.  I see why it seems busy to me, because I'm the only cashier.  If it doesn't get better they might have to close it down, they have opened up so many of them.  I hope it doesn't close down, but if it does, what can I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I hope I will get to do the photoshoot before Christmas, and get the website completed.  Also, I would like to get my room cleaned too, and nobody can clean it but me, because they don't know what to trash, shred or keep.  It is looking better though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2275050772316499769?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2275050772316499769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2275050772316499769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2275050772316499769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2275050772316499769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-december.html' title='12 Days Of December'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1046479021345916716</id><published>2008-12-11T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:17:47.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Well, today, I woke up and just got some bad news, it like a nightmare that just want go away.   Bad things always happen to good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was going on in the past 3 days&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 8, 2008&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/33102.html"&gt;http://santailax47.livejournal.com/33102.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 9, 2008&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/33483.html"&gt;http://santailax47.livejournal.com/33483.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 10, 2008&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/33587.html"&gt;http://santailax47.livejournal.com/33587.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1046479021345916716?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1046479021345916716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1046479021345916716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1046479021345916716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1046479021345916716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled_11.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-3406425228893531438</id><published>2008-12-07T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:29:53.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Dec. 7th, 2008 at 12:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, I was trying to update my blogs, because I like to keep them updated, eventhough  nobody has time to read them.  I am watching The Killers on Fuse, I love their music.  For some reason, I like T.I.  too, eventhough I don't really listen to much rap, he has some really interesting song, and he's from Atlanta.  I think last night's episode was a repeat.  I like a couple of rap songs by T.I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3406425228893531438?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3406425228893531438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3406425228893531438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3406425228893531438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3406425228893531438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled_07.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1616540957447450482</id><published>2008-12-07T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:22:56.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The  Chords In My Head&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 6, 2008&lt;br /&gt;well, I finally woke up this morning, I didn't have any dreams.  I remember the last dream that I had.  It really doesn' matter if I have dreams.  I  am trying to find the chords to "Winter Passing".  Still thinking about those chords D7, G, C,.  I think the C chord is used in Winter Passing.  I am glad that I can tune my guitar easily and now it is no excuses.  There's really nothing on TV worth watching so I'm watching the video, this guy is so boring, I like the other intstructor better on the other tape, but I'm interesting in the way he plays.  The video looks like it was made in the 70's, but it doesn't really matter.  I didn't know I had just a week on the these videos, the librarian waived the fee yesterday, because I told her I didn't know, that videos only had 1 week.  He is going through the chords very quickly.   I am going to post my story on livejournal, I might as well update blogger and myspace tommorrow, because I'm so tired.  I hope clarity and reality are opposites.  If not I will have to revise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken With Words Left Unspoken&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/64209431/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/64209431/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1616540957447450482?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1616540957447450482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1616540957447450482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1616540957447450482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1616540957447450482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/chords-in-my-head-dec.html' title=''/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2423345453233203844</id><published>2008-12-04T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:00:31.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Days, "The Fast Times"</title><content type='html'>I like Christmas, but the only think I don't like is when it's over, I hate when you have to take all your pretty Christmas decors down.  I wish I can leave mine up until January but they say it's bad luck but that is just superstition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now December 4, it seems like we have all the time in the world but the days are rolling.  I think I had another awakening yesterday, and the day before at work.   I think I keep it ignoring something that was real all this time.  It still going to take some time, but I just know it is really the only thing that really makes me happy.  I think I'm am living each day with songs in my head, I think I breathe music.  Well, all I have is this xlyophone, guitar, and the computer.   I have done a lot of things in the past, I have a lot of education, and I know some people never went to school.  I just looked at it as a learning experience, that is how I made it through.  I never really gave music a chance, I knew I loved it, and people around me really didn't encourage me.  I remember singing on stage, I always though I had a  decent voice.  I remember going to the American Idol edition last year singing "Someday" by Mariah Carey, a lot of people said that I sounded pretty good, but I forgot the words.  I think I sung the wrong song.  I don't sound exactly like her, she has one of the most beautiful voices.   I sung "Sunny Came Home" at Carowinds.   I remember singing "Como La Flor" by Selena, at a Christmas Party they threw at work.  I have had a lot of musical experience in the past, but I have never thought about making a song or joining a band.  I was not really encouraged to do this.  I can still do this and take classes along the way either online or classroom, like I have always done. Since I stay on the computer a lot, maybe I should go online, so I can study anywhere anytime, this was my plan.  I would love to sing on tour with some of my favorite bands that would be a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/64083451/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/64083451/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2423345453233203844?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2423345453233203844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2423345453233203844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2423345453233203844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2423345453233203844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-days-fast-times.html' title='December Days, &quot;The Fast Times&quot;'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2165859919309820736</id><published>2008-12-03T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:38:09.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Roundtrips</title><content type='html'>Today I will be making 2 trips, because I have to go pay the ticket, and they close at 5pm, so I should leave now.  I might go to the Irmo Library because I know where it.  I am supposed to met Joy and Lee today after 5pm, but I will be taking my mother with me just in case, just to be on the safe side.   I don't want to go alone, while I'm there I will go and pay her Kohl's bill.  I am going to take my 2 potraits with me so I can show Lee.  I am back from the second trip. I paid the ticket, so I will not have to go to court tommorrow.  sometimes cops can be highway robbers.  I got a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt going from Walmart ot Books A Million, this is in walking distance. I started thinking about playing the guitar, but my acoustic guitar needs a bridge.  I loved "Winter Passing" so much, the guitar sound is so beautiful.  The acoustic guitar just really makes a beautiful sound.  I was in Kmart and went to the electronic section and a live concert of  Don Henley and The Eagles caught my attention.  I love "Hotel California"   I don't know about this guitar playing but it would be interesting to see if I can learn.   I am taking it one step at a time, maybe becoming a guitar hero, but I will have a long way to go. It is just fun to try and see if I can play.  I think  I got carried away with the "40 Steps" contest, until and interested in trying to get more practice. I think I am better wtih my writing that is always fun.  I love to write and see what I could come up with.   I canceled the 2nd roundtrip until sometime next week, because of the Christmas in Cayce party that she wants us to go to. We were going to do it Friday but we forgot about the Christmas in Cayce, I think  Black Bottom Biscuits will be playing live that night.   We just thought that is was too late.   In the meantime, I played my guitar taped, learned about how the 3rd finger is the guide finger.  I think this finger is going to be key.  I am familiar with relative tuning, didn't know that, strumming, and playing the D7 chord.  I am learning a lot from the tape.  Well, we haven't had time to put up Christmas decorations, but the new neighbors already have theirs up.   I still got to buy some Christmas Cards, or I can make some from some cardstock that I bought.  I know I need to act fact, because the December days are rolling.  Here is the link to my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3460921/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3460921/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2165859919309820736?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2165859919309820736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2165859919309820736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2165859919309820736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2165859919309820736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-roundtrips.html' title='Two Roundtrips'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6829075982070944492</id><published>2008-12-02T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:32:04.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Today is the 2 day of December, it still the first of the month though.  December 1st kicked off the holiday season, but wasn't that on Black Friday?  I know it's December, but it really doesn't fell like December.  I'm am not in the Christmas spirit yet, maybe it will come later, I couldn't tell you when.  I am just going to try to survive through the days with music and a smile, writing helps too, which is why I try to practice everyday.  There are big problems, but,  I just try not to worry about it to much, I usually just try to forget all the problems, when I'm writing or listening to music.  I think my personality is really put to the test these days.  It is like how strong, are you actually, when you're hurting and everyone around you is hurting.   People are probably like how do I manage to remain so positive, I couldn't tell you that myself.  Well, I am lucky I woke up to another day, I bought Winter Passing from Itunes.  I just love that song, so much.   The version from Itunes sounds slight different from the version on sendspace and youtube, but I still love the song though.    Also I would like to wish Mike Carden and Britney Spears a Happy Birthday today.  I remember going to the TAI show on October 2, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6829075982070944492?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6829075982070944492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6829075982070944492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6829075982070944492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6829075982070944492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-7735311015265451655</id><published>2008-12-01T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:20:56.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Of December</title><content type='html'>Today is December 1, 2008, the first of the month.    I thought about meeting Lee today, but I called her and she wasn't home.  She is usually home in the evenings.  I have been trying to update my sister's website trying to make it better in the meantime.  I wish I could make the home page flash, but most of the time that can slow your computer down.  I need to make an about page.  The text that I have on the home page should go on the about page.  I am still learning how to do this.    I know today is Woody Allen's birthday and Brad Delson's birthday.  I am  wondering are there any other December 1st birthdays?  I found two treasures in my room as I was cleaning up, I will post them below.   updated website, which will most likely change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://innocentminds.synthasite.com/"&gt;http://innocentminds.synthasite.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-7735311015265451655?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/7735311015265451655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=7735311015265451655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7735311015265451655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7735311015265451655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-of-december.html' title='The First Of December'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-838199910300804048</id><published>2008-11-29T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:27:35.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guitarist</title><content type='html'>Well I woke this morning fortunately, now I am looking at my guitar video, because there is nothing on tv right now.   I just tried out the new shoes that my mother bought.  They are called Z-Coil, I tried her's on and they feel really good.  She has problems with her feet and she thought that these would help her feet.  Well,  I guess she will not have to worry about buying another pair for a while.  She wears size 9 and I wear size 71/2 to 8, so unfortunately I could not wear hers.  They really look weird, it is like you are standing on springs.    I finished my sister's website,  I will probably change it later.  The photogallery is really neat!  Well I went to work at 6pm and got off at 11pm, just a 5 hour shift.   My brother told me that my father use to actually play guitar with a couple of his friends.  So, they actually started their own little band, on Friday nights.  I didn't know that they had started their own little band, cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://innocentminds.synthasite.com/index.php"&gt;http://innocentminds.synthasite.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3443931/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3443931/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-838199910300804048?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/838199910300804048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=838199910300804048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/838199910300804048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/838199910300804048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/guitarist.html' title='The Guitarist'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8708395725831517235</id><published>2008-11-28T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T12:17:34.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>I now know why this Friday is called Black Friday, for one thing the stores are too crowded, people will die or get injured trying to save a couple of dollars, which could cost them their life.  Also, somebody passed today because there are a lot of cars over there.  Also, I see people dressed in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived last night it wasn't so bad working on Thanksgiving Day, I would rather work on Thanksgiving Day than on Black Friday.  The pros of working on Thanksgiving Day, is that you get paid extra.  The cons of working on Black Friday, is you get overworked and you don't get extra money.  I am glad I worked on Thanksgiving Day instead of Black Friday.   I looked in the sales papers last night at work, and I didn't see anything that was really worth buying except the mp3 player.  It is good for the people who have kids and they want to get their children Christmas gifts, because a lot of them believe in Santa Claus.  It is good for the people who buy gifts for their friends, but you don't have to always have to buy someone a gift, because Christmas is not all about gifts, it is Jesus's birthday. You could make something for your friends and family instead of buying them a gift.    I think the holiday is so commercialized, all about money.  My sister said that, the Obama papers are worth hundreds of dollars now.  She told me if I bought a paper,  I could sell it on ebay, sad, that they are using anying to make a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was talking to my sister in New York, and she said that Walmart was terrible. I think she said it was murder. She just went to get a bubble mailer, and had to stand in a line.  She said she wasn't going out in that crowd, she said it was really bad.  She said she would have rather worked on Thanksgiving Day too instead of Black Friday.  Now I know why they call it Black Friday.  So, now, I have decided that I really don't need a anything, I am just going to turn into a part-time paper shredder for today, taking occasional breaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, someone had passed today, because there are cars parked across the street, in front of my home, so that makes this Friday even more depressing when somebody dies.  Also, just think it could have been my brother, because he had a severe accident last Thanksgiving Day.  So, that could have been his funeral. I am glad I didn't go to the Black Friday sales, because he didn't have a key to the house.  He had took some blood pressure pills that made him feel whoosy, so I am glad I was here.  He is gone, now, but I need to stay here just in case he needs to come back in.  He had his youngest son with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8708395725831517235?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8708395725831517235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8708395725831517235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8708395725831517235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8708395725831517235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-7444888515212822460</id><published>2008-11-27T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:18:58.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE LOT TO BE THANKFUL FOR</title><content type='html'>I just want to to tell everyone Happy Thanksgiving, I wrote some things on William's blog, about some of the things I am thankful for, posted below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough, I don't have much, but I have a lot t be thankful for. I am glad I can walk on my own two feet without having to depend on someone else's leg. I am glad I have eyes to see and ears to hear. I meet people everyday who are in worser shape than I am. I know a man, who can't hear, he comes through my line all the time. It just makes me think I have a lot to be thankful for than I realize. If I couldn't hear, I couldn't hear the music that you play. I couldn't hear your voice. I think we have things that money can't buy. Money can't buy hearing, money can't by sight. Sometimes, you can forget, then you will see something that will remind of how lucky you really are. I could of been born handicapped, or with only one arm or one leg. We need to realize that we have a lot to be thankful for. I am thankful that I'm healthy at least I think I am. If I wasn't I wouldn't know it, because I have not been to the doctor in a while. I going to&lt;br /&gt;post this on my blog.   I had almost forgot about the accident, my brother had last Thanksgiving.  He totaled his car.  He had severe head wound, and severe bleeding it was really scary.   It took the doctors so long to get to him.  We had had towels wrapped around his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my sister brings me some turkey. I think I am going to eat the whole can of cranberry sauce before work. I am also eating baked sweet potatoes, and avocado. Nobody really eats around here, it is pretty much self-serve. My mother didn't cook this year, my sister that did all the cooking, not the one in Atlanta, GA. I am still working on her website. I hope I will get it completed soon. I'm not eating Walmart's little Thanksgiving that they have set up in the breakroom. When I get there everything has been played over, and I don't know how long it has been sitting out. I don't eat everyone's cooking. It is nice that they do that, but I never eat the food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-7444888515212822460?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/7444888515212822460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=7444888515212822460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7444888515212822460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7444888515212822460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='I HAVE LOT TO BE THANKFUL FOR'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-3742098211482744831</id><published>2008-11-26T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:12:03.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You Hear It First,  Well this morning I woke and started planning making my sister's website.  I found out she doesn't have a blogger account or a myspace account.  I will have to talk to her tonight about that.   I found out that I can make this site more better than it is with webfetti.  I am going to try to redesign it when I get to it.  Now, I need to go out and mail something, and take my mom her phone charger.  It will give me a chance to get some sunshine, because the sun is out today, it is about 55 to 60 degrees I think. &lt;em&gt; The Call Of The Wild &lt;/em&gt;is on HMC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3742098211482744831?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3742098211482744831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3742098211482744831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3742098211482744831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3742098211482744831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-hear-it-first-well-this-morning-i.html' title=''/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8332701526210955445</id><published>2008-11-25T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:17:57.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Wake Of Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Today is Tuesday, I hope it will be better than Monday, my Monday's are not always that great, there are some good Mondays and some bad Monday's. I talked to my sister last night and told her about it, and she told me, that happens. She said we are not going to always have good days there are going to be some bad days. I woke up, and then my brother was here watching tv, I was surprised to see him here, because he usually works in the morning. He told me that he was off, so he is going house hunting. Well, it hasn't been that bad, because he's really funny. He could of been a comedian. I know I will be updating later. Work was really busy, we we're swamped. I lifted 10 to 20 lb turkeys all day. One guy bought 15 little whole chickens, somebody bought a headless duck. I wall like yuck, who eats duck. Then the other day my brother asked me did I want a piece of alligator meat, a friend had gave to him, jokingly. I was like alligator meat, people actually eat alligator, gross. The grossest thing that I have ever scanned is a pig's tongue, that is so gross to me and what is tripe? Well tripe isn't as bad as the pig's tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know what happened the past 3 days just go to my livejournal and here's the link&lt;br /&gt;November 23, 2008 &lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/28682.html"&gt;http://santailax47.livejournal.com/28682.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 24, 2008 &lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/29167.html"&gt;http://santailax47.livejournal.com/29167.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always you can check my journals on MONDAYEYES&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I posted is like a sonnet, it has a total of 14 lines. Haiku are like 4 lines 5,7,5. I will try one of those too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8332701526210955445?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8332701526210955445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8332701526210955445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8332701526210955445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8332701526210955445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-wake-of-tuesday.html' title='In The Wake Of Tuesday'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-7408861525946463079</id><published>2008-11-22T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:55:02.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Wake Of Saturday</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up earlier than usual. I was drinking coffee earlier, and now I am getting reading to eat an english muffin and cook pasta with sauce. I don't know if I should drinking any tea before work, because it makes me go to the bathroom. I worked out earlier, I did like a step workout without a step, and did some upper body and lower body work afterwards, and then some stretching. It is a 3 prong attack. I talked to my sister in Atlanta, she wants me to make a website for something that she's starting called Innocent Minds. I like the title, Innocent Minds, I am going to have to ask her how she came up with the name. You will see what I'm talking about later. I am going to be a busy little person.   Well at least I survived work tonight, they didn't have a enough help as usual.  Tonight a guy noticed my noticed my MONDAYEYES bracelet in Walmart.  So, then I told him what it was about, and then I found out that he is a writer.   After all those years, I never knew he wrote anything, he never told me he did, but now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blopper of the day. I was enjoying a nice cup of coffee, then my foot hit it turned over and then I had a mess on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote something on mondayeyes  (note: distracted from the snoring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3412141/?entry_id=3412141"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3412141/?entry_id=3412141&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-7408861525946463079?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/7408861525946463079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=7408861525946463079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7408861525946463079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7408861525946463079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-wake-of-saturday.html' title='In The Wake Of Saturday'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8470128318168962730</id><published>2008-11-21T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:02:28.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Minutes Earlier</title><content type='html'>It is already November 21, 2008, but I forgot to talk about what happened on November 20, just in case I want have a chance to tell you later. Today, I went to work 30 mintues earlier, and when I went to punch the clock it said rejected too early. So, I came in early when I didn't have too, and you know that is not like me. So, I just went in the break room and read a book that I had been reading. So, I just waited until I could clock in, I think I can clock in 15 minutes earlier. I have not been clocking in 15 minutes earlier though, I noticed when I clock in 30 minutes earlier, I will be approaching lockout. When you sign off and sign on, and if the approach lockout prompt has already came up, it will keeping appearing to you completely sign off your register. If you don't eventually sign off, when you see approaching lockout, it will automatically sign you off of your registers. It's a worker in there that I have been giving the wrong impressions, because I smile too much and sometimes guys will take it the wrong way. I finally sit down in the breakroom and had a normal conversation with him to let him know that wasn't trying to flirt with him. I was wondering why was he asking so many questions like where I live. I was like why does he want to know my age, then he told me he knew that it was rude for a guy to ask a girl her age. You don't never supposed to ask a girl her age. If you asked my mother she will not tell you her age either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3403241/?entry_id=3403241"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3403241/?entry_id=3403241&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably wondering do I ever go to sleep, but something is going to make me go earlier tonight and that is my brother's snoring. It so bad until I had to get a pair of headphones and listen to some music while on the computer. I was listening to My Favorite Highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/28291.html"&gt;The Last Minute, Every Second Counts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 21st, 2008 at 1:49 PM&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everyone, it looks like I  will be going out at 3PM, to mail my letter.  I couldn't find my box of envelopes, and I hate to buy another box when I have a box somewhere in my room.  I just don't want to waste paper.   I hope it gets to its destination by November 23, 2008.  Do you think it will get there, I sure hope so.  I would like to say congratulations to Pete and Ashlee, their child was born today. It is a boy.  I bet a lot of babies were born today somewhere in the world.   Well, I am going to see if I can go and mail this letter.  Also, I sent my answers in for the SLH pictures contest 5 minutes til 10pm.  I always wait to the last minute to turn in my work.  Well, today I went to post office and took 3 avon books with me, so I put 3 books in 3 hands.  I am taking it one book at at a time.  Then, after I got through doing that  I thought about going by the old public library and everytime I decide to go I never have my card.  I always  end up using my license.  I can't never keep up with my library card.  She told me I could go ahead and use my license this time, but if I couldn't find my card I would have to buy a new one.  I checked out some books and some videos.  I can't believe they had guitar videos in public library I never knew that, so I check out some guitar video.  My little library doesn't have much, they have all of the good books at the Irmo Library, that is where Lee's art is.  When I go over there and checked out the books I want, I will be able to go over there, check out my book and look at her art work.  She told me there are many other amazing artists too who have their artwork at the Irmo Library.  I also, found some interesting art books too.    Master of Art Picasso by Stefano Loria,  The Encyclopedia Of Art, painting, sculpture, architecture, and ornament from prehistoric times to the 20th century by Eleanor C. Munro also  Modernist impression to post-modernism.  edited by David Britt.  I started listening to Carolina Liar today, what an amazing voice.  Chad has an amazing voice, I love hear him sing.  i think I am going to have these songs memorized soon, if I keep on listening to it.  I had to listen to something because so I can block out my brother's snoring.  I can' t.  I wonder why do people snore like that it is so annoying, I can't take it.  I don't like when he goes to sleep, because he is a snorer.  Carolina Liar take me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was distracted tonight when I was writing my journal on MONDAYEYES.  I was writing while me, my brother, and mother were having some good laughs.  I am going to try to make it better, so know that before you read this. &lt;br /&gt;It is longer than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/63380261/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/63380261/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8470128318168962730?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8470128318168962730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8470128318168962730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8470128318168962730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8470128318168962730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/30-minutes-earlier.html' title='30 Minutes Earlier'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8922996013005804871</id><published>2008-11-19T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:04:54.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeptics And Believers</title><content type='html'>Great news today, I know an aspiring artist and a photographer that I met in Walmart on November 16, 2008, her name is Lee A. Hepp. But, she told me I can just call her Lee. She wants to meet me and mom, later this week for coffee and leisure. She also wants me to help build her a website, because she doesn't know how. She is interested in reading my writings too, and she writes also. I think she is the jack of all trades when it comes to art. The night I met her, I didn't know that the young lady that she had with her was the photographer that she was talking about, her name is Joy. Also, Joy, the photographer wants me to do a photoshoot, and then my sister told me that I would be too short for modeling. She said I could give it a try, and if I didn't like it don't do it. She told me that I have to feel it in my soul, and if I don't like it, just say so. She said the most important thing is just to be honest. She made me realize that money is not everything. She told us now is a time to just go back to the basics, love kindness, happiness, it is not all about money. She was talking about how Christmas was not all about gifts, it is about spending time with family and friends and celebrating the birth of Christ. I told her that I am starting to realize that now, like how I lost over $25 for nothing. I received a ticket yesterday, and then I was got charged a late charge on one of my credit cards. It is usually $39. Today, I was going to email my resume to a friend I know, it just came to me, as I was looking through the classifeds the other day, but I realized that I left out a lot of important details. I hope he understands. I will try to get him my resume today.   I am not going to jump into this, that why when I go to meet her my mother is going with me.  It is always good to take someone with you.  I am not rushing this, we are going to take it one step at a time.  It is exciting but I try not to get too excited.  I think I am more of skeptic than a believer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My streak of bad luck continues, when I left I was looking for my discount card and couldn't find it, so I just forgot about it. Then my sister called, and you could guess what she was calling for. Then after that, I mailed my mom's letter. Then, I went to pay other bills, then finally I went to go get the car serviced. Then, I discovered that they couldn't service the van, because the antifreeze was leaking. They said it needed a water pump. He said if I don't get taken care of as soon as possible, it could ruin the motor. So, I took it to the mechanic that serviced my car last time. So, I didn't get my car serviced, because they wouldn't service it because of this problem. Now, I am at home, but my brother said that I could use his car if I needed to go somewhere. This is one of my journals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3398511/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3398511/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8922996013005804871?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8922996013005804871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8922996013005804871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8922996013005804871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8922996013005804871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/unexpected-just-happened.html' title='Skeptics And Believers'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5640941253634551940</id><published>2008-11-18T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:03:18.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Streak Of Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>Today is Tuesday, a workday.  I will be going in 30 minutes earlier.  I had some bad luck this morning, but I'm not worried about, well at least I'm still alive.   I am glad I am shaping you from the world because the world can be  _itch.  I have always stuck to working out it always has helped me make it through life, maybe that is why I'm still alive.  I have been doing this ever since high school, and it has become a habit, so it is nothing new.  I had to find a way to expend all of this surpressed energy, of wanting to be athlete.  But, it helps to keep your mind focused, maybe that it the reason why I watch sports, because in sports you fight in order to win a game.   I just hope I can stay strong and be able to survive in this world.  I hope all of you out there will stay strong too, so you will be able to survive in this world, because the world is rough, it not a joke.   I am just trying to stay alive, not worrying about all the things that go on in life, but I'm aware of it.  I think my streak of bad luck continued after I left work.  After work, since I got off a little earlier I was going to go to the bookstore to just browse around. So, when left work, and got in the car I  didn't think to put my seatbelt on because of the bookstore is right down the road, it is like next door.  Something told me to put the seatbelt own but I didn't listen to the voice.  I always wear my seatbelt,  but because this was next door, I didn't think it would matter much.  Then when I entered the bookstore parking lot,  the cop started blinking his light, and I was scared thinking what in the world I had done.  I think he was probably just sitting there waiting in parking lot.  He asked me for my license and registration and told me the reason why he stopped me.  He said he stopped me for not having my seatbelt on when I enter the parking lot.  How did he know I didn't have it on, I could have unfastened it when I turned into the bookstore parking lot.  I was so upset at the time, and took my aggression out on th steering wheel, and I think I said a bad word, a word I don't usually say, while he was in his car writing the ticket.  I am glad he went easy on me, I am very lucky to only get charged $25 dollars, but it is wasted money though.  It could of been used for gas or Christmas gifts.   My advice would be to buckle up, because the cops are on the prowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was time for the Santi poem after all of this, but I can't relate to the second half of the poem that is for all the lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/63230501/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/63230501/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5640941253634551940?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5640941253634551940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5640941253634551940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5640941253634551940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5640941253634551940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/streak-of-bad-luck.html' title='The Streak Of Bad Luck'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-7061859808669025042</id><published>2008-11-17T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:39:56.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Agenda</title><content type='html'>I woke up early this morning with no agenda for today. But, I know I need to go to Walmart and get the van serviced so that is one thing on my to do list. I guess I will just put on my clothes on and head over there. I don't know how long it will take them, but I hope it doesn't take all day. I was just listening to some songs off Continum, some break-up songs for people who are breaking-up or know someone who is breaking up. I also think "Bent" by Matchbox Twenty is a good break-up song. The hours passed in the day, and the only thing that really helped me was that workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been thinking about a lot things, and you know after you have been looked over so many times, it doesn't either bother you. It has happened all throughout my life, especially in the workforce.   It reminds me of the election, if Obama wouldn't have won it wouldn' t have been anything new.  I guess that's why I'm still where I am but really don't care about being known.    I started thinking about a song by Linkin Park " In The End". It starts I've tried so hard and got so far in the end it doesn't even matter, I had to fall to lose it all in the end it doesn't even matter. I put my trust in you pushed as far as I can go for all this there's only one thing you should know. I mean, I have taking a lot a science courses and math courses, and I don't think it really matters. I'm always worrying about finishing degree, because I think you are supposed to have a degree to get a decent job, but I'm learning some new information, but that doesn't mean I'm am not going to get my degree. I just will take it one course at a time, no rush. I haven't given up, but it just a constant battle. It is just like I'm going to have to start over again, and just do what I really love. It like I am going to have to go back feeling like I'm 17 again, being what I really wanted to be when I was in my senior year in high school. It reminds me of the election, if Obama wouldn't have won it wouldn' t have been anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted my journal on M.E., it is called a Kickboxer By Day And A Believer By Night I want to call it a Kickboxer by day and a dreamer by night. Also, I did do some kickboxing today. Looks can be deceiving., sometimes I am diligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3389861/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3389861/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-7061859808669025042?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/7061859808669025042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=7061859808669025042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7061859808669025042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7061859808669025042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-agenda.html' title='No Agenda'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-838765389664431146</id><published>2008-11-16T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:18:03.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artists and Lookalikes</title><content type='html'>Today, is Sunday, I just wish when I get off from work I will have extra Sunday hours, because I am not ready to start Monday yet, because I don't know what I'm going to do yet.. Monday is the start of a new week though. I am anxious to start a new week, but I'm never prepared for it. I woke at about 9:45am, and then I was unaware that I had went to sleep when I woke up at 11:00am. It is strange when you fall asleep, you never remember being sleep, I guess that's how it will be when you die, you will never even be aware of it. I'm just glad I woke back up. I never think about these kinds of things though, they are far away from my mind. Well, I have to go to work, it is good to get out and at least enjoy the ride if nothing else. The best part of going to work is the drive, but when I get to work the fun ends. I do meet some really cool people though. I am sure I will write more later. I usually write on here because I don't want to lose my little live journal friends that I have worked so hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work went well, it wasn't that bad. I saw a guy who reminded me of William Beckett tonight, well he showed me his license, and his birthday was on February 10, I was like what a coincidence. I guess he gave it too me just to check the signature on his voucher, but he didn't have to do that, because he wasn't buying alcohol. He had a very unique face, he looked like he could have been a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I met someone artist tonight. When she first came to my line she told me I had the most beautiful eyes and features and then she said I could be a model. Then she told me she was an artist, then I asked did she have a card, and then she said yes. Now, she wants me to come to one of her exhibits, so I can see her art. I think her name is Lee A. Hepp, she works for Lovelee Art &amp;amp; Design. I don't know if that is a company or her own business. Then guess what when I got home, I thought I was going to get some peace and quiet, then I pull up in the yard and see my brother's car parked outside our house. I am like what in the world. I was hoping that he had just left his car here for the night, then when I get out of the car and enter my house, I see him on the chair sleeping. Then, all of a sudden it felt like my world came crashing down, no more freedom. See, this was the brother I could never get along with, he is a true scorpio. My mom and dad could never get along with. He is just so hard to get along with, he tries to come in and takeover. But, my mother told me that it was only temporary, so I was relieved to here that. He said he is going to look for a place tommorrow, what a relief. I'm going to try to deal with him though because he is my brother, even if we can't get along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journal on mondayeyes is based on the events that occurred at work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/63115641/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/63115641/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-838765389664431146?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/838765389664431146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=838765389664431146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/838765389664431146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/838765389664431146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/artists-and-lookalikes.html' title='Artists and Lookalikes'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5659212230347258380</id><published>2008-11-15T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:24:49.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello friends, I woke up at 9, but I can't remember the exact minutes of the hour.   I am more convinced that me and my mom are just too different, we get along sometime but not all the time.  It is not always about my bad habits, she just I don't know it is hard to explain.  People, you just wouldn't know what I'm am going through.  I just don't say anything, I can't say anything, I want say anything.  We had a confrontation about going to the mailbox.  Now it is about the dishes, and I insisted on washing them, but she is just going to go ahead and wash them.  I was just getting ready to wash the dishes,  she is so I am trying to find the word.  I think I want to scream inside right now, but I will try not to let it get to me.  She just practicaly throwed the new issue of rolling stone in my face, she is so mean sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my journal  called New Invention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3380551/?entry_id=3380551"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3380551/?entry_id=3380551&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5659212230347258380?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5659212230347258380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5659212230347258380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5659212230347258380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5659212230347258380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-friends-i-woke-up-at-9-but-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6621380241801374869</id><published>2008-11-14T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:22:04.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Dreamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/25885.html"&gt;Rainbow Dreamers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 14th, 2008 at 12:59 PM&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is another day of rain, it was pouring this morning.  It has stopped now, but it is still cloudy, there is no sun now, and I don't think there will be any sun for the rest of the day.  The sun has called in sick in again. Well this morning I woke up, but I still feel as if I am still half-asleep, because I really have not done much.  It feels like I have been sleep walking. I started working on my Christmas wish this morning, a wish that money couldn't buy.  I hope I will have it finished by Christmas though, I don't care about getting gifts.  If they are given to me I will accept them, but  it really doesn't really matter if I don't receive a gift.  Also, I was trying to set my phone so I could send twitter updates from my phone.  I think it will be good to use my text messaging service, I think I am allowed 500 texts a month.   But, I will have to see how that works.  I think I am going to try to test it to see if it works.  Well, now I will have to wait to do that because my phone is charging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6621380241801374869?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6621380241801374869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6621380241801374869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6621380241801374869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6621380241801374869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainbow-dreamers.html' title='Rainbow Dreamers'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-4517347079267710406</id><published>2008-11-13T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:39:00.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I woke up at about around 9:30 am.  I got up, knowing that I had to work today.  I didn't decide to get ready early this time, getting ready early is not going to matter, because I will still end up being late.  Fortunatley, I wasn't late today,almost late.  I didn't know that I was low on gas, but I still thought I had enough to get to work, so I took a chance and I made it to work.   I had to go in 30 minutes earlier though.  You should of saw me earlier when I was in my room trying to look for my work shirt.  I was throwing clothes all over the place, and my work shirt was not even in my room.  It was on the bin in the hallway, I was so mad, now the room is a disaster.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The strangest news I have heard today was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Man Who Had Baby Is Pregnant Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/health/article/pregnant-man-is-expecting-again/247348?icid=100214839x1212824662x1200789020"&gt;http://news.aol.com/health/article/pregnant-man-is-expecting-again/247348?icid=100214839x1212824662x1200789020&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62936681/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my journal below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62936681/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62936681/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-4517347079267710406?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/4517347079267710406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=4517347079267710406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4517347079267710406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4517347079267710406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-i-woke-up-at-about-around-930-am.html' title=''/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-9100094465360821146</id><published>2008-11-12T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:31:07.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute Goes Fast</title><content type='html'>Today is November 12, 2008, wow time is flying by so fast. Pretty soon, it will be time for Thanksgiving. I woke up rather early this morning, it is just a random day, I will write more later. I promised I would write later. Well, today was like whiplash, the hours just flew by so fast. You would think I spent all of my time on the computer,  I did a workout I think it was the sport drill one again, with Yumi Lee, and I did apply online for a position at Walgreens and Bellsouth. But, just because I applied doesn't mean that I will get the job. I could possibly work 2 jobs, because Walmart has been cutting hours recently. I think with Walmart it is good to keep your foot in the door, even if you only work one day. I have not realized how bad the economy is now. I have heard about it on the news, and really didn't think it was that bad. Ford and GMC, are on the rocks, that would be ashame if those companies would have to close down. What if I lose my job, what will I do, I guess it would be possible to get unemployment. I would really have to work as a full-time-avon representative then. Well, I wouldn't have to worry about any food, because we have a grocery store in our house, so many canned goods. I am glad gas has went down, it is like $1.95 now from $4.00. I have noticed the difference in my tank. But, when we get one problem solved, another problem arises. It is always something to aggravate you. Also, I saw Gym Class Heroes on Jay Leno. I love the performance. I think one of my journal relates to the song they sang. I really like their new album! They music is very unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U2, "Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For"&lt;br /&gt;Greenday "Basket Case"&lt;br /&gt;Seal, "Crazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have held the hand of the devil it was warm in the night I was cold as the snow"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sometimes I give myself the creeps, sometimes my mind plays tricks on me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We're never going survive unless we get a little crazy".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journal on mondayeyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62866121/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62866121/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-9100094465360821146?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/9100094465360821146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=9100094465360821146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/9100094465360821146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/9100094465360821146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-is-november-12-2008-wow-time-is.html' title='One Minute Goes Fast'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1505565376881774703</id><published>2008-11-12T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:40:31.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/25184.html"&gt;Early Awakening&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 11th, 2008 at 1:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;I had an early awakening, I remember waking up at 8:47am, and then falling back to sleep getting up at about 10:26am. I can't remember any dreams I had last night or this morning, but I will let you know, when I have one, if it is worth telling. I did something I don't normally do for a change, something I don't normally do, and that is prepare for work earlier. I usually wait an hour or two before I have to go to work, but I decided to change my routine, however I know it is not going to last. I usually will get prepared earlier, and still ending using every minute, on the verge of being late for work, even though I started getting ready early. I have done this before and it never works. I think the best part of my day was kickboxing my way out of a bad mood, not that I was in a bad mood. I am just trying to prevent a bad mood. I have been doing this for a while now, and I think it has become a good habit, that I couldn't live without. I could if I had too, but it would hard, because it helps me mentally because everyday life is stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a journal on mondayeyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3360991/?entry_id=3360991"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3360991/?entry_id=3360991&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1505565376881774703?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1505565376881774703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1505565376881774703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1505565376881774703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1505565376881774703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/early-awakening-nov.html' title=''/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6194821504585227080</id><published>2008-11-10T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:55:41.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Has Given Me The Runarounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/25053.html"&gt;Monday Has Given Me The Runarounds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 10th, 2008 at 3:41 PM&lt;br /&gt;Monday, has given me the runarounds, it is not only me but other people give me the runarounds like my brother.  I regret taking on the responsibility of paying his bills.  He needs to learn that you have to have all the information. I was trying to pay his target red card, stay on the phone with the csm for over 30 minutes.  I am hoping that he gave me the wrong card number or left out a number is the reason it want work.  It has given me a headache.  Well, you never know I might have to make a trip to target but we will see. I am waiting for him to come by with his information.  Then I had to go out for my sister, which wasn't a problem.  But, then I had to go to Walmart and buy antifreeze for my car again.   It needs serviced, but it will just have to wait until Thursday or Friday, which is the reason I bought the antifreeze.  The resevoir was empty yesterday.  Just a quick trip to the store, you would think it would take a few minutes but a few minutes changes into a hour or two.  It is usually because of the traffic or standing in the checkout line, and then the cashier's receipt tape runs out, or a person card want go through or the machine crashes.  I understand that these things happen, and it really doesn't bother me, because I can relate.  Usually when I am running a register, the receipt tape runs out,  I run out of change, the machine stops working, I think that's a headache in itself.  A few minutes ago, my brother returned, and everything worked out well.  I would have loved to take a trip to Target, but it is good I didn't have to make a trip to Target.  But, I would not have wanted to make a trip to Target just to pay that when I could have paid it online.   I know I would have been in the 3 o'clock and 5 o'clock traffic madness.   I worked out after that, and now I feel much better now.  I worked out with my girl Denise Austin.   Her show doesn't air on lifetime anymore, it is on espn classic.  I have almost all of her workouts on tape, so I just found a workout to do on tape.  I have workout out so much until I actually know how to coordinate my own workout, but sometimes I just like to follow along with them.   I did take a home-study course called fitness and nutrition at Stratford Career Insitute.   If I got a diploma from Stratford Career Institute does this mean I am certified.  I will have to look into this.  You know you have to take the state board test to get certified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a blog that I posted on mondayeyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62751071/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62751071/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6194821504585227080?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6194821504585227080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6194821504585227080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6194821504585227080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6194821504585227080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-has-given-me-runarounds.html' title='Monday Has Given Me The Runarounds'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5084470455719346072</id><published>2008-11-09T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:50:30.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always The Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/24581.html"&gt;Always The Indian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 9th, 2008 at 2:03 PM&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday, and I woke up early. Usually ordinary people go to church on Sunday, but we have just fallen out with the churches in this neighborhood. Sometimes I go every once and while, but not all the time. Sometimes the ones in the church are as bad as the ones who don't even go. I think religion can be so controversial, so I don't try to inflict my beliefs on people. Just think I have to work every Sunday. I have a friend in one of the fan club and he wrote a novel that I think is amazing. I promised him that I would post it on my blog so everyone will be able to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Read "Always The Indian" &lt;a href="http://alwaystheindian.livejournal.com/1255.html#cutid1" target="_blank"&gt;http://alwaystheindian.livejournal.com/1255.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my journal on MONDAYEYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3348981/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3348981/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5084470455719346072?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5084470455719346072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5084470455719346072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5084470455719346072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5084470455719346072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/always-indian.html' title='Always The Indian'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-7166233848249047049</id><published>2008-11-08T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:52:38.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitars And Rock Music</title><content type='html'>I think I am starting to really believe in Astrology because I don't let many things bother, me I am usually able to forgive, but you want forget. I am a air sign, and I think that is a good thing. But, I don't like to live in the past. I use to have fights with my sister, and I was never able to stay mad at her. I am thinking about what happened on election day. There are a lot of things that happened in the past that was not right, and people have a right to celebrate. I know a lot has happpened in the past but, I just can't live in the past, and I don't hold anything against anyone.Just like with the music I chose, I liked rock music, and the only one I had back then was Prince, Michael Jackson, and Hootie and The Blowfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't discriminating but America and the entertainment industry just set an image. When I think of rock I was so use to seeing whites in this industry, but it really didn't matter to me, because I just liked guitars and rock music. It is just like the image that says skinny is in, when you think of a model when you look in the magazine. But, things as changed, because we all come in different shapes and sizes, and skinny is not in. We don't all have to look like a model. When I was growing with my sister, we just chose some people to like we didn't think that it really mattered. We just wanted to be different, and really discovered that we really liked guitars, and rock music. We just said we will just choose George Strait, Gun N' Roses, and U2. We just choose some bands, we really didn't think it would really matter. And My real father use to play guitar, I asked my older sister the other day, and she said he used to be pretty good. I didn't know he played very well. I still have his guitar though, I will have to get out and show you a picture of his old guitar. I will have to clean or shine it up, before I post a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got a surprised in the mail, it is blue and it something you wear on your wrist. I am wondering why did it come in a huge priority mail box. I thought it was my fan club package. I guess little things come in big packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like what I posted  on mondayeyes, it is called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music connection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3343841/music-connection/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3343841/music-connection/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-7166233848249047049?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/7166233848249047049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=7166233848249047049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7166233848249047049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7166233848249047049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/guitars-and-rock-music.html' title='Guitars And Rock Music'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-4572963348575532963</id><published>2008-11-07T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:39:51.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Days Of November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday, November 8, 2008 - 7 Days Of November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone, I am going to try to go out and &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_run" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_top" keyword="run" display="inline"&gt;run&lt;/a&gt; all of my errands early so I can have more &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_time" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_top" keyword="time" display="inline"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_spend" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="" href="http://click.adbrite.com/mb/click.php?sid=376432&amp;amp;banner_id=11730779&amp;amp;variation_id=781047&amp;amp;uts=1226129616&amp;amp;cpc=302e323336&amp;amp;keyword_id=49576&amp;amp;inline=y&amp;amp;zk_id=18944813&amp;amp;ab=168362223&amp;amp;sscup=0da676625b328b2eb1810ef7aec511e3&amp;amp;sscra=19af84029a689daff46da7c56b995a72&amp;amp;ub=1183845256&amp;amp;guid=d1a9fbd77d65b876380b27072179d0f1&amp;amp;rs=&amp;amp;r=" target="_top" keyword="spend" display="inline"&gt;spend&lt;/a&gt; on here with all of you. &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_remember" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_top" keyword="remember" display="inline"&gt;Remember&lt;/a&gt; I will be in and out all day. But I have to go out &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_right" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_top" keyword="right" display="inline"&gt;right&lt;/a&gt; now, but I will be back in soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_today" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_top" keyword="today" display="inline"&gt;Today&lt;/a&gt; or earlier my Avon &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_order" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_top" keyword="order" display="inline"&gt;order&lt;/a&gt; went off C-23, I had to &lt;a id="AdBriteInlineAd_send" style="BACKGROUND: url(http://files.adbrite.com/mb/images/green-double-underline-006600.gif) repeat-x 50% bottom; MARGIN-BOTTOM: -2px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; CURSOR: pointer; COLOR: #006600; TEXT-DECORATION: none" target="_top" keyword="send" display="inline"&gt;send&lt;/a&gt; it off before 12pm, so that was before I went out. It goes off every other Friday. I had a couple of orders, but I ordered more books this time so I can see if I could get more sales. But, usually I just sell to friends or family, but if I happen to run up on someone who wants to buy it, I would be willing to do business with them. See the thing about Avon is that everyone is selling it, and if I have a huge order, they always get my order wrong, and then I end up having to explain to the customers, what happened. Then, they end of having to wait another 2 weeks to get their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I only ate 2 bananas, that is not like me, because I usually eat maybe cereal and banana in the morning. I think I only drank coffee this morning, I love to drink coffee anytime. Tonight, I did cook some grilled chicken, going back to my days when I use to be a grill cook, so you know I can make a mean grill chicken sandwich. I know many people don't eat meat, but I just want you to know that I don't eat chicken everyday because I don't feel like cooking all the time. Please don't make me think about what I'm eating, but at least it is well done, when I cook it. It is really good to have protein every once in a while, but beans are just as good. They are much easier to prepare when you don't have a lot of time. I usually eat the beans out of a can. I also love to eat seafood too. I mostly eat and drank smoothies, banana and orange smoothies. I love orange juice, one of my favorite drinks on my favorite drink list. At night I love to eat sunflower seeds, and tea. I eat sunflower seeds and peanuts all year round. I like to eat pizza sometime too, and panini's. Sometimes, I have a sweet tooth, but I have not had one today. I like Hersheys, Snickers Butterfinger, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. I really don't eat a whole lot of sweets like cakes, cookies, and desserts, too much of it is not good for you. When I grocery shop I usually get the same things, like bananas, cereal, plain hunts tomato sauce, pasta, fruits and veggies, like apples, bananas, sweet potatoes avocados. I usually stay in the fruit section, because I am too tired after work to be running around the store. I am a reallly picky eater. Sometimes they give us candy at work, but very seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked grilled chicken, going back to my days when I use to be a grill cook, so you know I can make a mean grill chicken sandwich. I know many people don't eat meat, but I just want you to know that I don't eat chicken everyday because I don't feel like cooking all the time. Please don't make me think about what I'm eating, but at least it is well done, when I cook it. It is really good to have protein every once in a while, but beans are just as good. They are much easier to prepare when you don't have a lot of time. I usually eat the beans out of a can. I also love to eat seafood too. I mostly eat and drank smoothies, banana and orange smoothies. I love orange juice, one of my favorite drinks on my favorite drink list. At night I love to eat sunflower seeds, and tea. I eat sunflower seeds and peanuts all year round. I like to eat pizza sometime too, and panini's. Sometimes, I have a sweet tooth, but I have not had one today. I like Hersheys, Snickers Butterfinger, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. I really don't eat a whole lot of sweets like cakes, cookies, and desserts, too much of it is not good for you. When I grocery shop I usually get the same things, like bananas, cereal, plain hunts tomato sauce, pasta, fruits and veggies, like apples, bananas, sweet potatoes avocados. I usually stay in the fruit section, because I am too tired after work to be running around the store. I am a reallly picky eater. Sometimes they give us candy at work, but very seldom.ld get more sales. But, usually I just sell to friends or family, but if I happen to run up on someone who wants to buy it, I would be willing to do business with them. See the thing about Avon is that everyone is selling it, and if I have a huge order, they always get my order wrong, and then I end up having to explain to the customers, what happened. Then, they end of having to wait another 2 weeks to get their stuff. Today, I only ate 2 bananas, that is not like me, because I usually eat maybe cereal and banana in the morning. I think I only drank coffee this morning, I love to drink coffee anytime. Tonight, I did cook some grilled chicken, going back to my days when I use to be a grill cook, so you know I can make a mean grill chicken sandwich. I know many people don't eat meat, but I just want you to know that I don't eat chicken everyday because I don't feel like cooking all the time. Please don't make me think about what I'm eating, but at least it is well done, when I cook it. It is really good to have protein every once in a while, but beans are just as good. They are much easier to prepare when you don't have a lot of time. I usually eat the beans out of a can. I also love to eat seafood too. I mostly eat and drank smoothies, banana and orange smoothies. I love orange juice, one of my favorite drinks on my favorite drink list. At night I love to eat sunflower seeds, and tea. I eat sunflower seeds and peanuts all year round. I like to eat pizza sometime too, and panini's. Sometimes, I have a sweet tooth, but I have not had one today. I like Hersheys, Snickers Butterfinger, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. I really don't eat a whole lot of sweets like cakes, cookies, and desserts, too much of it is not good for you. When I grocery shop I usually get the same things, like bananas, cereal, plain hunts tomato sauce, pasta, fruits and veggies, like apples, bananas, sweet potatoes avocados. I usually stay in the fruit section, because I am too tired after work to be running around the store. I am a reallly picky eater. Sometimes they give us candy at work, but very seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to read the journal posted on FOE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62560061/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/62560061/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-4572963348575532963?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/4572963348575532963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=4572963348575532963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4572963348575532963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4572963348575532963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-days-of-november.html' title='7 Days Of November'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-957867199170798443</id><published>2008-11-06T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:45:57.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Help Us, By Sigining This Petition</title><content type='html'>If you believe that OCKs shouldn't have to pay for Meet &amp;amp; Greets, Please sign this petition. This will be forwarded to Artist Arena &amp;amp; OCK Admin before Presale commences for Australian &amp;amp; New Zealand presale for tomorrow. For more information on this, please see the News on the main Overcast Kids page. If you're not from Australia or New Zealand, please help us, who's saying this won't happen at your next Fall Out Boy show. We Already pay for membership, that doesn't mean we should pay for the things we were promised. &lt;a href="http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://petitiononline.com/ockausnz/petition.html&lt;/a&gt; Please foward this petition address to everybody you know, we have less than 10 hours before presale commences. Myspace it, Facebook it, Livejournal it. Please, anything. This post can be deleted in 10 hours, please just help us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-957867199170798443?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/957867199170798443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=957867199170798443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/957867199170798443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/957867199170798443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-help-us-by-sigining-this.html' title='Please Help Us, By Sigining This Petition'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-3987663906370219778</id><published>2008-11-05T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:38:31.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Almost Thursday</title><content type='html'>Nov. 5th, 2008 at 10:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;I just think this week has went by so fast, it is almost Thursday.   I am always wishing for another day.  Well today, I have been thinking about a lot of things lately like always.  I have been thinking about what direction I am going to take, just always thinking trying to come up with ideas.    I remember at one time I had thought about majoring in communications and exercise science, but I am not sure.  I have thought about majoring in business administration, my sister majored in international business.  She told me that I wouldn't want to get into that.  She is going to try to get her real estate license, so that is her next step I think.  I try to help her in anyway that I can. I thought about doing real estate, but they say it is not a good time to get into real estate right now.  She said that she would be mostly dealing with apartments, because people like to rent places to stay in New York.  I just hope it works out for her, she is kinda of like me we don't know what we want to do.  First, it was a architect, then a fashion designer, then a dentist.  I think she still wants to be a dentist, but I don't know she could have change her mind by now.  Currently, she is working on trying to get a real estate license.  I hope we will get to work together in the future.  She said that, she would have been had a job, but the bosses were too flirty, and she wasn't doing something like that to just get a job.  I understand that, I wouldn't want to do that either just to get a job. I have been trying to rest today, after the all the excitment from yesterday.  I have been writing, coming up with a lot of ideas for my journal that i will post a little later.  I just have so many thoughts and I am just trying to choose the best one.  Really, I think it is a lot of fun, eventhough it takes me a while to put it together.  I like the challenge of writing, and I think this causes more good than harm.  I used to write in my classes a lot but it was not for me it was for a grade.  I think I have been enjoying freelance writing.  It is good to read other people's work too for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journal on monday eyes, it took me a while because i was trying to make it rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3328371/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3328371/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3987663906370219778?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3987663906370219778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3987663906370219778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3987663906370219778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3987663906370219778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-almost-thursday.html' title='It&apos;s Almost Thursday'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-3978733144668766635</id><published>2008-11-04T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:47:44.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/23274.html"&gt;Election Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 4th, 2008 at 11:28 PM&lt;br /&gt;Today was Tuesday, November 4, 2008, election day.  This year will pass, and the years will go by, and then we will be able to celebrate many anniversaries on  November 4, 2008.  November 4, 2008  will be remembered as being  the day that the first African American was elected president.  I think is all about what's on the inside rather than what is on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today, I woke up at about 9:30am, but I didn't head to the polls until about 11:30am.  I was waiting for the line to diminish, but when I got there the parking lot was crowded, and when I went inside the line was wrapped.  So when I got there, a volunteer handed me a green sheet of paper with the 3 amendments that SC voters could vote on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voted yes to  the first ammendment stating that the State Legistlature will decide what age a underage unmarried girl enaging  in intercourse, I think they are talking about prostitution.  I think the age is 14 old, but in some places it 16 years old.  I voted to let the State Legislature to decide, because 14 and 16 is too young.  The other 2 ammendments had a lot in common.  I think it was about  the South Carolina Constitution to provide that the funds of any trust fund established by law for the funding of post-employment benefits for state employees may be invested and reinvested in equity securities.&lt;a class="snap_shots" title="" href="http://ballotpedia.org/wiki/index.php/South_Carolina_Amendment_2_(2008)#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;It is similar to South Carolina's &lt;a class="snap_shots" title="South Carolina Amendment 3 (2008)" href="http://ballotpedia.org/wiki/index.php/South_Carolina_Amendment_3_%282008%29"&gt;Amendment 3&lt;/a&gt;, except Amendment 3 applies to local government employees whereas Amendment 2 applies to state government employees.   I voted No, because they shouldn't be allowed to take money for the funding of post-employment benefits, and invest and reinvest in equity securities.  I just didn't think that sounded right so I chose no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I stood in the line for a long time about and hour and 45 minutes.  When I finally got in, they had volunteers there sitting at tables, and then they asked for your voter registration card or you license/id.   All I had was my license because I didn't have a voter registration card yet.  I will have to see about getting one so I will have it the next time.  So, after that, I had to stand in another before entering the actually voting room.  So, when the volunteer said next, I went to one of the stations that were set up.  It wasn't foreign to me, because I had voted one time before.  It was easier than 1,2,3, like abc, if you are familiar with computers or if you can press a button.  I just went down and  chose all the Democrats, you can just hit straight ticket, then it takes you through all your choices.  Also, you are allowed to review it or make any changing before you hit the green flashing button.  I usually don't talk about who I vote for but now that it is over I might as well  tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many voters at the polls, and when I got home from work and looked at the results I was surprised that SC didn't win, but it was only 1 out of 50 states that McCain won.   Well Obama one in the SC Primary Elections, but this made me think maybe everyone didn't vote in the Primary Election and maybe some voters changed their minds.  I don't think they should have schedule us to work, because it was so slow tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed in SC, but it doesn't really matter now.  Well I still think McCain/Palin, ran a strong campaign.  Somebody had to win and somebody had to lose. John  McCain, is like 74, and still going strong, he is tough guy, he hung in there until the end.  I like Sarah Palin's effort too, she seemed like she would have been o.k., and I don't remember the last time we have a had a woman as Vice President.  I think this would have been historic too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3978733144668766635?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3978733144668766635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3978733144668766635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3978733144668766635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3978733144668766635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2075194169858675246</id><published>2008-11-03T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:49:44.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/22836.html"&gt;Election Day Eve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 3rd, 2008 at 9:27 PM&lt;br /&gt;Today is November 3, Election Day Eve.   I can't believe that the big election is tommorrow, oh my God!  The time has went by so fast, theses are definitely the fast times.  I promise you I want get scared, and decide not to vote, I have been waiting for this for 8 long years.  That would be just lazy, and I am not that lazy, it is right down the road.  Eventhough I don't like the place where I go vote.  I had better make sure I have my license.   They will either make you show your voter registration card or your license/id.  I think that is all you need.  Seriously,  I don't like the place where I go to vote, but I will vote because this is a important election.  My state is just one state, out of 50 states, I just hope it goes well, I hope people will make the right decison.   I have been waiting, well I think we have all been waiting for a change and I think a change will do you good sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a good song by Sheryl Crow about peace, Bono is in this video also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMBnUuiLR7U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WMBnUuiLR7U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of my journal, however this is not one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3316731/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3316731/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2075194169858675246?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2075194169858675246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2075194169858675246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2075194169858675246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2075194169858675246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day-eve-nov.html' title=''/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-231742167235533471</id><published>2008-11-02T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:48:36.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived One More Weekend</title><content type='html'>Nov. 2nd, 2008 at 11:22 PM&lt;br /&gt;Hello Everyone,  I survived!  I didn't think I was going to make it through the hours.  Today I was on register 5, this is the register when customer can have as many items as they want.   It seemed like when I got there everyone left.  It was only a handful of cashiers there today.   Afterwards,  I did do some shopping.  I bought broccoli, tomato sauce, rotini pasta, tortilla chips, orange juice, 3 bananas, and 2 gallons of water, halloween makeup, which was half price for next year.&lt;br /&gt; I posted a journal on MONDAYEYES.&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3311401/?entry_id=3311401"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3311401/?entry_id=3311401&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-231742167235533471?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/231742167235533471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=231742167235533471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/231742167235533471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/231742167235533471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/survived-one-more-weekend.html' title='Survived One More Weekend'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1150814813400530718</id><published>2008-11-01T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:27:38.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Of The Month</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that it is already November.   So today was November 1st, the first day of the month.  I usually don't like the first of the month because it is usually busy at work.  Well today was not  too bad, at least I survived.  I will write more later.  I met a lot people some new faces and some familiar faces.  I met   some nice people and some arrogant people.  Did you know a lady came an apoligized to me today for cursing me out because of her card would not go though last week.  She told me she was embarrassed that her card didn't go through and she just said  whatever she said, and left all of her items. I can't believe she would leave a sub sandwich, after she had been working 13 hours a day.  She told me she was tired that day, and she didn't mean to take it out on me.   When she came in my line she said do you remember me, and I told her yeah I remember, how could I forget because she put on a show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted my 3 hours away poem on FOE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3305951/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3305951/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1150814813400530718?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1150814813400530718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1150814813400530718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1150814813400530718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1150814813400530718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-of-month.html' title='The First Of The Month'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5159117147015825042</id><published>2008-10-30T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:38:06.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Before Halloween/Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halloween &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today was Halloween and I didn't have to go to work today.   I did run some errands like I finally sent my sister her package, and just hung out around town today.   We were going to give out candy, but my mom said she wasn't doing that this year.  We hardly every get many trick or treaters anyway.  My mother is just funny.  But,  I decided to dress up and go out and see how people would react.  I wanted to paint my nephews face, but he didn't want his face painted.   Well my sister and nephew were down here tonight, I finally got their computer connected, because you know I have the wireless router.  I can connect up to four computers, so we finally got theirs hooked up.  It is too bad they don't have dsl in their area.  I guess now they will probably be down here almost every evening.    I will have to show you pictures of my face.  I finally realized that I work really hard on this computer.   I like writing, it helps me to escape, it is unlike my everyday routine.   I posted something on MONDAYEYES.  &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3300451/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3300451/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pictures of halloween face&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/photos/santiheart97/?id=62117411http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/photos/santiheart97/?id=62117621"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/photos/santiheart97/?id=62117411http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/photos/santiheart97/?id=62117621&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well today was Thursday. I woke up today at about 10:3oam, but I would of have preferred getting up earlier. The day before Halloween. Today was my brother's birthday. I only have 2 olders brothers. One stays here, and the other one lives far away. The one that lives far away is into art. He has had a couple of jobs here and there. I wish I could show you some of his art but he took it all with him before he left here. Well I would just want to wish my brother a Happy Birthday.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, I had to work, so I had to prepare. I work on one of the touch screen registers today. I like these registers because I can see everything, like if you make a mistake you can always go back and check to see where you made your mistake. It was really busy today, I think the most thing that was purchased today was candy and pumpkins. I think they ran out of Halloween candy today. I think when they ran out of halloween candy, that started putting Christmas candy out. Many people thought that was funny, including me. When I got off from work, I tried to look for a pumpkin but they were out of pumpkins. They didn't even have any outside, so I forgot about it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5159117147015825042?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5159117147015825042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5159117147015825042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5159117147015825042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5159117147015825042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-before-halloween.html' title='The Day Before Halloween/Halloween'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-839582791741013583</id><published>2008-10-30T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:02:46.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Mark</title><content type='html'>I don't know if anyone wants to know about my everyday life, it is usually so routine.  I went out and bought some antifreeze for my car,  I usually lose most of my time trying to get to a place because of traffic.  I posted this entry on Mondayeyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3290531/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3290531/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-839582791741013583?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/839582791741013583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=839582791741013583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/839582791741013583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/839582791741013583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-mark.html' title='Meet Mark'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5389115011019832934</id><published>2008-10-28T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:51:09.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretending</title><content type='html'>Here is something I posted on friends or enemies or FOE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3285111/?entry_id=3285111"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3285111/?entry_id=3285111&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5389115011019832934?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5389115011019832934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5389115011019832934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5389115011019832934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5389115011019832934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretending.html' title='Pretending'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-7176762945176367384</id><published>2008-10-27T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:41:49.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well this happened today on October 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I think I woke up early this morning and I ran one errand for my sister in NY. who had called me this morning at 11:00am. She is like so aggravating sometimes.  Eventhough she is in NY, I just can't get away from her.  But she nice though, I am glad she is my sister.  We always have seemed to get along really well.   I still have not sent her Avon products to her yet.  I guess I will send them to her Thursday. It took me almost an hour to run that one errand.  I think I left at 1:30pm and got back here at about 2:30pm.  I mostly spend my day on the computer, but I  had to break away from it sometimes, because I just can't leave the sink filled with dirty dishes.  Today, I did do a workout at about 4:45pm, it was really fun.   I drunk one of my banana orange smoothies, ate mac and cheese for lunch  and tuna fish sandwich and later I cooked a pot of broccoli for me and my mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this story on MONDAYEYES.     &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/61836371/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/61836371/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-7176762945176367384?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/7176762945176367384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=7176762945176367384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7176762945176367384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/7176762945176367384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-this-happened-today-on-october-27.html' title=''/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-4714139984885099332</id><published>2008-10-26T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:42:31.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout Nights</title><content type='html'>The blackout nights are simply blinding&lt;br /&gt;so horrifying not see the lights shining&lt;br /&gt;No electrical power, to make it through the hours,&lt;br /&gt;Just alkaline and cell energy power to devour&lt;br /&gt;Candle lighted nights, and moonlight is what we have&lt;br /&gt;On most black out nights.&lt;br /&gt;The candlelight saves me from&lt;br /&gt;total darkness inside&lt;br /&gt;like the moonlight saves me from total&lt;br /&gt;darkness outside on most blackout nights.&lt;br /&gt;The blackout are nights usually turnout right when&lt;br /&gt;Your room is lit by candlelight.&lt;br /&gt;The blackout nights are not light ordinary nights&lt;br /&gt;, when you don’t have to depend on the candlelight and moonlight&lt;br /&gt;To get you through the night.&lt;br /&gt;If you see me tonight I will be dressed in white,&lt;br /&gt;on most blackout nights&lt;br /&gt;I hope when we meet tonight&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to see you shape&lt;br /&gt;In the pale moonlight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-4714139984885099332?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/4714139984885099332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=4714139984885099332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4714139984885099332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4714139984885099332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/blackout-nights.html' title='Blackout Nights'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-13050307230624634</id><published>2008-10-24T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:29:09.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="3366542672322771327"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this morning I was around on the computer, I think I posted on LJ, but then my mother said she was going to go out of town.  She asked me if I wanted to go and I said yes.  I hesistated though, because I really didn't want to go, because I wasn't ready.  I would have rather stayed home, but I am glad that I went, because we missed a terrible storm.  I think we left at 2pm, and we got back home at about 7pm.  We noticed when we got back to town, some places had lights and some places didn't have lights.  So when we got to our house, we noticed that we didn't have lights either.  Me and mother sat in the dark for about 2 hours, they came back on at about 9:15pm.  I guess you can say we had a black out for about 2 hours.  I came home expecting to get on the computer, but realized we didn't have lights.  All we had was candlelight and flash lights to see.  When we were out of town, they said that it was a bad storm with very high winds, luckily it didn't destroy our home.  I think it has been raining all day, and when we left town a slight storm hit, causing a power outage.  We would have came back to disaster if that would have happened, but at least we would have been safe because we were not here at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I posted this journal on MONDAYEYES&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/61611871/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/groups/mondayeyes/journal/61611871/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-13050307230624634?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/13050307230624634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=13050307230624634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/13050307230624634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/13050307230624634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/blackout.html' title='Blackout'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-9117204599409388493</id><published>2008-10-23T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:58:33.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Archives</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, I just got back from work, it is 1:00am, and I am still awake. A few minutes ago, I spent some time looking at my archives and realized that I don't like half of the things I wrote. I don't get many comments, which in understandable. I was looking back at the videos I posted on youtube, I made a fool of myself, but it really doesn't matter, I really don't care. But, when I look at the videos, sometimes I am like what was I am thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/32"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/32&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that statement haunted me last night when I say I made a fool of myself.  and what was I thinking, I take that back, I don't think I am a fool for trying to learn.  I think I was very proud of myself for putting forth the effort.    I will take back everything I ever said, I never meant a world of it, I never did.  This is reminding me of "Slow Down" by The Academy Is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-9117204599409388493?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/9117204599409388493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=9117204599409388493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/9117204599409388493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/9117204599409388493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/archives.html' title='The Archives'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8053856960946887015</id><published>2008-10-22T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:18:27.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip/Not In Chronological Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/19826.html"&gt;Not In Chronilogical Order&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 21st, 2008 at 11:49 PM&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone,Today has been a crazy day, I had to go to work 30 minutes earlier.  I made  a  few phone calls, and I have to go start making a arrangements to pay a registration fee, at the school I was attending.   I will have to go tommorrow, because Friday will be the deadline, and Thursday I will be working. They were going to send me to collections, until I had explained how I had contacted them during working hours.  I left messages and nobody never called me back, so they changed their mind and said that they wouldn't send me to a collection agency.  So, now you see why I have to go over there tommorrow, to make payment arrangements.  I don't know if you wanted to know that.  Well before I went to work I got the equipment for to connect to the internet, but tonight I am sticking with dial-up.  I tried to connect it, but I couldn't get a signal.   I am not going to deal with it tonight maybe tommorrow.  I don't know what I did wrong, I guess I will have to find out tommorrow.  I wonder did they put all of the parts in the package, because it mentions something about a wall mount jack filter and a phone filter.  I will have to call them tommorrow, because the installation didn't go so smoothly.  I went by the book store and purchased Rocksound, Fall Out Boy is in it and The Academy Is.  I am going to pre-order Folie a Deux when I get a chance.  I usually don't pre-order, but this time I think I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Not In Chronological Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3243711/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3243711/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/20088.html"&gt;The Trip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 22nd, 2008 at 3:58 PM&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to say that I finally connected to the Internet this morning, I got confused caused of their directions, so I finally figured it out.  I posted it in their comments to, I told them that their directions were not clear, so maybe they will correct this in the future.   Well, I am back from my trip.  I left at about 12:45pm, after I got finished filling the radiator with water.  I could have burned up the motor, because when I checked it it was dry.  There wasn't a drop of water in the jug.  So, I just filled the radiator with water.  I noticed the hand was rising fairly high when I was driving, then it would go back down.  I going to have to learn if I want to keep driving, I am going to have to start checking the fluids more often.  I think that is what happened to my blue escort, I was driving without transmission fluid, which is understandable, because I really don't think about the transmission fluid.  I usually think about the oil and antifreeze.  I didn't know driving without transmission fluid could be so serious.  Now, my blue escort is parked outside in the front yard.  I will have to buy another transmission in order to drive it again.  I have not put a for sale sign on it, yet, and many people have already asked me about buying it.  I have not decided if I want to sell it or not, because it only needs a transmission.  Also,  know those cars  are gas  savers, I enjoyed driving it when it was running.  It just a nice, small compact car, that would be perfect for any driver.  It is easy to pull in and out of parking spaces because it is so small, it does have all this junk in the back, like those long cadillac, station wagons or cab trucks, the one that has the back seat.  Well, as I was driving down the one lane highway, I got behind a car that was going 20 miles on a 55mph speed limit road.  I started to pass, but I didn't because we were approaching the 2 lane road.  So, that made me think of how I use to drive, when I was beginning and thought it was funny.  I know how it is so I didn't get angry, because going slower saves gas anyway.   Also, I had thought that, maybe she was going slow because she was low on gas or afraid to miss her road, so I didn't complain to much, because I have been in this situation before.  As I was driving down the road 2 pretty, feeble, shiny dogs chasing each other walked out in front of me.  When I saw them I slow down, trying to do anything I could to try to prevent hitting those innocent animals.  And it looks like the were mates, so I didn't want to ruin their little rendevous. Also, I thought about TAI TV on the way back home, to add to the ideas I already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAI TV IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3250401/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3250401/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8053856960946887015?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8053856960946887015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8053856960946887015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8053856960946887015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8053856960946887015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/tripnot-in-chronological-order.html' title='The Trip/Not In Chronological Order'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-4889681086945486921</id><published>2008-10-20T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:54:56.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up From A Dream</title><content type='html'>Oct. 20th, 2008 at 11:48 AM&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up from a dream, that I thought was really real.  I am glad some parts of it wasn't real.  It is a long story, so I wouldn't want to bore you with all the details.  The worst part about it is that I had brought my camera and it wasn't charged.  I had forget to charge my camera, the night before or hours before.  Well this morning,  I decided to browse through the classified again, just in case.  Maybe I will get lucky, but I will probably keep my job at Walmart.  It would have to be a really good job for me to leave Walmart. With Walmart, you will probably always have a job.  My mom always told me to keep my foot in the door.  Sometimes they will give you some odd schedules. A few minutes ago, I went to see my mom at the store.  I went by Wendy's to get her and her co/worker/friend some lunch.  They both like the barbecue sandwiches.  I have never tried them, I usually order the chicken caesar salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3235841/?entry_id=3235841"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3235841/?entry_id=3235841&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-4889681086945486921?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/4889681086945486921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=4889681086945486921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4889681086945486921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/4889681086945486921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/waking-up-from-dream.html' title='Waking Up From A Dream'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5616719661985143873</id><published>2008-10-19T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:59:17.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a first time for everything</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone, I am getting reading for work today.  I will not have time to write now, I will probably write something later on.  I know October 19, 2007,  was the day I went to my first TAI show.  I remember, I couldn't forget.  I remember going to the meet &amp;amp; greets and watching the show.  I just got from work, it was fairly steady tonight in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the firsts so memorable, do you think you could forget your first concert, do you think you could ever forget your first car, do you think you could ever forget your first love ? The memory of the first can be hard to forget, especially if it is something like your first concert. But, in relationship, like a first love could be easy to forget, but you will always remember that you had a first love. It is a memory hardly ever effects your everyday life, it just a memory that you will have, just to be able to say you remember your first. It just a memory that you have, even after you have moved on in life, so you have that memory to share.This was something that I was working on.  It funny how I always place my rough drafts up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wrote yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://santailax47.livejournal.com/18948.html"&gt;Alive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 18th, 2008 at 12:27 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized how lucky me and mother are to be alive right now. It could of all came to and end last night. I didn't found it out until this afternoon. Well, actually my mother just discovered she had left her keys in the door when she came in last night. Somebody could of broke in the house and harmed us. I would have prefered if they would have taken anything they wanted, but spare us. This is not the first time this has happened. I just told my mother well, all that matters is we are here today, and we are still alive. I guess we need to forget about the mistakes that we made and try to learn from them. I hope we don't make the same mistake again because next time we might not be so lucky. I might write somehing about this later, about alive, apples and potatoes. Also, please don't laugh, you would think out of all the bands to listen to why would be listening to John Mayer, but I can't forget his songs, because my sister use to play his music all the time. His songs are really amazing, I think Continum is a masterpiece. I also got distracted by Cobra Starship, so I listened to some of their music this morning. I listened to You Can't Be Missed, Angie, Guilty Pleasure, Kiss My Sass. Then, a few random songs on my itunes playlist. I think John Mayer's birthday was the October 16, and my friends birthday was today. I am not going to be able to join her for lunch today, because I have to work today. Well, she has probably changed her plans anyway. I will call her and tell her happy birthday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working last night, but I recorded that game, I serious thought the Red Sox were going to lose, but luckily they one last night. I saw a person last night with A Devil Rays hat on last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I wrote on mondayeyes last night.&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3221571/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3221571/&lt;/a&gt;var de;if (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5616719661985143873?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5616719661985143873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5616719661985143873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5616719661985143873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5616719661985143873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/untitled.html' title='There is a first time for everything'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2924905538068120215</id><published>2008-10-17T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:53:58.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Is Almost Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday, October 16, 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports well, since the White Sox are out, I have to go for the alternative teams, like the Dodgers and the red Sox. I used to like the Rays, I used to follow Carl Crawford and Rocco Baldeli, 2 of my favorite players still too this day. In the past this used to be one of the worst teams in MLB, besides the Tigers. The Red Sox played a heck of a game tonight, they had to win tonight. I use to love watching them play during this time especially when they were at Fenway Park. It is a shame that they don’t have Manny Ramirez. My sister use to follow him. Tonight I met a man that had on a Boston shirt tonight, I wanted to ask him did he think that the Red Sox were going to win tonight, but I forgot. I guess after the ACLS is over, I will be able to make my world series predictions. It looks like it might be the rays and the phillies, we shall see in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think today was hectic before work. The blooper of today was when I was pulling out of the yard and made a left turn my orange- banana smoothie spilled all over the floor carpet. I was like oh no, my smoothie just spilled all over the floor. It was a mess, I forgot it was in the cup holder, when I drove away. It bothered me, so I pulled over and tried to clean some of it up. As I result, I was late for work, but I don't think they even noticed. It was not like I was 30 minutes late, just 5 minutes behind schedule. I have to go through the day without my orange-banana smoothie, that I made myself. I put 1 ripe banana, yogurt, milk, and orange juice in the cup and blended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more click this link: &lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3206371/?entry_id=3206371"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3206371/?entry_id=3206371&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 17, 2008,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, was a very cloudy, it rained all through the day.  This morning I spent a little time trying to cleaning my room.  I feel like giving everything away, because I am never going to get the chance to wear all these clothes.  It gets to that point.  I don't have time to look through all of them.  I got a visit from my brother today.  He wanted me to pay his bills online, to save him the hassle of buying money orders.  I think all you need is the account number and the checking account.  It is much easier to pay online, so I did that for him this afternoon.  I had to save all the passwords on the computer because I will forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I posted a journal entry on MONDAYEYES.  Tommorrow is my friends birthday, she works with me.&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3215461/"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3215461/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2924905538068120215?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2924905538068120215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2924905538068120215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2924905538068120215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2924905538068120215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-is-almost-here.html' title='The Time Is Almost Here'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-74299540144453022</id><published>2008-10-15T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:40:48.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence and Order</title><content type='html'>Check out my journal entry on MONDAYEYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3198951/?entry_id=3198951"&gt;http://www.friendsorenemies.com/web/foe/journals/santiheart97/entry/3198951/?entry_id=3198951&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-74299540144453022?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/74299540144453022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=74299540144453022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/74299540144453022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/74299540144453022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/silence-and-order.html' title='Silence and Order'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-3510643980016065444</id><published>2008-10-12T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:10:19.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>Monday Blue Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Monday blue eyes like radars, that can detect all the invisible flaws. No matter where she moves, he will always be able to spot her frame, with those monday blue eyes even when she is not near. She the first things he thinks of at the beginning of the week, the girl with beautiful brown eyes. His monday blue eyes are changing for her, they are now turning from blue to brown. Two perfect oval shaped blue eyes that change from brown to green in the bright sunlight. His eyes are receptive to her an only her, it usually rejects all other subjects. When monday blue eyes and monday brown eyes meet it is a beautiful union. Eyes that are so accustomed to shapes and the objects that they find attractive or beautiful to their eyes. I really don‘t think those eyes are as complex as an x-ray, so he can’t really see what treasures are hidden, under the skin. I guess it is going to take some time to discover what is on the inside, like an experiment. He is like an experimenter that only uses those monday blue eyes for the experiment. He doesn’t’ t have to talk, just let all the eyes do the talking. Silent tongues, and zipped lips, just one on one eye contact. Even though he can’t feel her, even though he can‘t smell her scent, he can see her, she is the picture in his mind even when she is not near. She is his subject, that his eyes will use to perform this experiment so he can possibly come up with a conclusion, and from there he will know if what he saw on the outside was as beautiful as it was on the inside. This doesn’t mean that you are going to find what you are looking for, she could still be a mystery, even after 5 tests. It similar to a liver transplant, like a risky procedure. It is like if you get the transplant you could live and there is a 50 chance that you could die. You can find beauty through your eye when he first took a picture of her face with his monday blue eyes, she is now programmed in his memory. Could he ever forget a face so unforgettable, could he ever forget a face so beautiful.  Could he ever forget a set of eyes that were so innocent. How could he ever forget a a smile so bright. Will he ever be able to get out of his sight. As he closes his eyes he is dreaming of her face, and taste of the chase. The flickering bright like causes the widest eyes to blink, and he is starting to think of one of the most beautiful figures he has ever seen, as if it were apart of the dream. What is it about the eye and mind connection that makes you want to explore or be coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could be revised probably.  Now, enough about romance for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-3510643980016065444?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/3510643980016065444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=3510643980016065444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3510643980016065444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/3510643980016065444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/monday-blue-eyes.html' title='Monday Blue Eyes'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6549133528074417</id><published>2008-10-11T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:17:08.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop And Go Traffic</title><content type='html'>A confession can be like stop and go traffic, it is like you are progressing then you pause in the middle without making to the end, due to the abrupt interruptions. It happens every time we coincide having a intriguing conversation. It seems like were always caught somewhere in between, toiling to make it to the end., whatever that ending maybe. The end can be as plain, and innocent as telling someone thank you or divulging your affection for someone.. These stop and go confession sessions are just like chain reactions, all we do is go and then stop somewhere in the middle in the heat of the moment, just when I was about to get to the end, the phone rings. It just seems like we can’t make it to the ending, we are always get caught somewhere in between, when we try to make a connection. Just when we are about to make that mind connection , there’s an abrupt interruption. You were about to confess then the phone rings. In the beginning I thought I was going to made it too the end, I didn’t know I would still be stuck in the middle. Now, I am stuck in the middle without an ending. I guess we will have will have to try this thing all over again next time. Today we will have to leave from the middle, like stop and go traffic, caught somewhere in between without and end. I know next time we stuck here in the middle again, trying to make our way to the end, but when will that ever be. When we finally get to ending, what will the future hold. When finally get to the end do you think you would stay or would you go. Stop in the middle of this and then start all over again, just when two souls were about to meet, the cold wind hits, and you start to shiver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6549133528074417?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6549133528074417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6549133528074417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6549133528074417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6549133528074417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-and-go-traffic.html' title='Stop And Go Traffic'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1222757223969437210</id><published>2008-10-10T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:28:28.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awakened By Music</title><content type='html'>I know it is really Saturday, but I just wanted to tell you how my day went.  Well I woke up listening to music. I first started the morning listening to U2's lastest album.  I still don't completely understand their album yet.  I just love listening to "The City Of Blinding Lights".  I was just going back to the classics this morning, the CD's that are in my CD case.  I remember Bono saying don't pay attention to the lyrics much. This morning I listen to Linkin Park.  I ran across Meteora, and Minutes To Midnight.  I bet you didn't know, that I was a Linkin Park fan before I started liking Fall Out Boy.  I think it was U2, Linkin Park, then Fall Out Boy, which is how I started liking all of the other FBR bands.  Meteora is a great album.  The songs I really like on this album is "Numb", "Somewhere I Belong", "Breaking The Habit".  I have their new album Minutes To Midnight. I bought it the first day it came out.  I like "What I've Done", "Shadow Of The Day", "Leave Out All The Rest", "Bleed It Out".   Their music is a little edgier than Fall Out Boy,and The Academy Is,  but they do have some softer sounding songs on the albums.  I just found came across their CD, this morning and thought I should just listen to it today.  Today I was battling a cold.  I have a head congestion.  I have been taking ibuprofen and advils.  A few minutes ago, I found some equate cold head congestion.  I will take that tonight before I go to bed.  I don't know how I got it, maybe this changing weather.  It is hot one day, then cool the next day.  I remember when I was at my sister house, I was laying on top of the cover wrapped in my coat. She questioned me and asked me why wasn't I in the cover, I guess probably had fallen asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1222757223969437210?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1222757223969437210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1222757223969437210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1222757223969437210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1222757223969437210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/awakened-by-music.html' title='Awakened By Music'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6062961392984897708</id><published>2008-10-09T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:47:07.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming In The City Tonight</title><content type='html'>Awakened tonight in this city. I heard the sound of the distant voices, like singing birds, touching me while I was asleep somewhere in a dream living like voyager, ready to escape the ground.  While I am sleeping soundly while dreaming, the journey begins when I forget the consciousness of being awake.  I am sleep, but you would never know that I am dreaming, you would never know that I am in that city tonight, the place where we first met.  You would never know that I am dreaming of this city tonight, the place where we used to go.  You would never know that I am dreaming in this city tonight in the dead of the night, when you are not even in sight.   I am dreaming for the chance to go there, I am dreaming for the chance to be there when that train stops.  I am dreaming in the city tonight hoping to find what I am looking for.  I am dreaming in the city tonight hoping to find what I waiting for.   Then suddenly I am awaken by the sound of distant voices, like singing birds, that awaken me from long autumn night dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6062961392984897708?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6062961392984897708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6062961392984897708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6062961392984897708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6062961392984897708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreaming-in-city-tonight.html' title='Dreaming In The City Tonight'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-6044587462397603955</id><published>2008-10-08T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:07:53.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Stop And Go Traffic</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, October 08, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Stop And Go Traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is just a tease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I  am going to explain how today went.  It rained all day today, but I did go to the dollar tree to see if they had some more of my favorite pens.  Then, you know how it is when you are in the dollarstore, you see all kinds of neat toys.  I bought photo paper, rulers, paint brushes, and 2 education lottery tickets.   Then, I went to one of the stores to return something I had bought, I love to return things, if I don't need them. I am so happy that I will be receiving my wireless router in 5 to 7 days.  I am so tired of dial-up, it is o.k., but it just gives me a headache.  It's like sitting in stop and go traffic, it can be frustrating. But, I have learned to be computer friendly, because their just machines. But, they are much faster than the human mind.  Dial-up is o.k., but I would prefer a faster connection.  I think it would be my last resort.  I called my satellite company dish network, and they told me they had DSL,  but they do it through bellsouth, and we already had bellsouth, so that was a plus.  So the customer service rep signed me up for it, and it is only going to be $32/month.  I went ahead and got the wireless router, because my sister and my nephews like to come down here and surf the net.  They usually like to play xbox 360 online, so I paid the extra money for the wireless router so they could use it too.   I like wireless because you don't have to stay in one location.  Before we were using a connection, and we really didn't know where it was coming from.  It was similar to going to a bookstore and getting on the internet.  Somebody probably had a wireless router, without a password.  I guess if they would of had the router with the cord, it wouldn't have been possible. I really felt guilty the whole time. I just knew it wasn't going to last.  But, I don't think it was fair anyway, when somebody was paying and you were using their connection for free without paying.  I don't know if I should be telling this or not, well it's over now, I don't have the connection anymore.  But, this was all new to me, I didn't know anything about a wireless network, because I was so use to using the dial-up connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could possibly make something out of the title stop and go traffic, I will try to see what I could come up with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-6044587462397603955?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/6044587462397603955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=6044587462397603955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6044587462397603955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/6044587462397603955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-stop-and-go-traffic.html' title='Like Stop And Go Traffic'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-2077431459056054370</id><published>2008-10-07T23:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:09:41.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught In A Trance</title><content type='html'>In a few minutes I going to get ready to head down this busy highway on my way to work.  I wish I would have checked here earlier, but I was watching TAI TV. At first it reminded me of stop and go traffic, if you have a dial-up connection.I am lost in thought on most days. I am just indulged in a thought that just lingers around like a bad germ. These are the kind of thought that brings on the pounding headaches.  I could just forget this thought, because I know it is not going to be healthy for me.  I guess, my mind can't see to fight the craving of always want to know everything. Should I bring the dead skin  to the surface or should keep it buried underneath where it belongs. One day, I think my mind is going to rule me one day like a spirit  that gets on the inside an moves all over and spreads throughout your body like disease.    It can takes over your mind body and spirit, and it will have you feeling like you have no self  control.  You now lost, and there is no mind and body connection. It feel like you are under a spell, caught in a trance. I hope it doesn't all lead to one big crash, that will leave behind sorrows and regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These days, I am really afraid to believe in the thoughts that just linger in my mind.  I now know that my mind is not my best friend.  It filled with all kinds of tricks and treats.  I think I would rather take the treats rather than than the tricks but sometimes the tricks can be mistaken for treats, and the treats can be mistaken for tricks.  It is just so hard to tell which treat is true or false.  It is hard to tell which treat could be a trick, a twisted form of trickery that leaves you hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the only witness could be something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-2077431459056054370?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/2077431459056054370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=2077431459056054370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2077431459056054370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/2077431459056054370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-only-witness.html' title='Caught In A Trance'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-548063281280862751</id><published>2008-10-06T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:06:00.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Green Squash</title><content type='html'>Today is Monday the begining of the week, and I don't have a plan for this week.  I am glad I made it through the weekend, I just wish I could relive Thursday.  I remember when the bands were playing, I didn't want their sets to end.  I really enjoyed the October 2, 2008 show.  I don't have any regrets, I am glad I went, eventhough I was afraid at first.  I love to hear live music, it is magical.  Yesterday, I saw one of the weirdest looking vegetables, it was a green hubbert squash.  What a weird looking vegetable!  Also, I saw someone that look just like Christopher Knight AKA Greg Brady.  I wanted to tell him so bad, but I didn't want to offend him.   My heart is broken because the White Sox lost.  I am seeing the Braves in them.  I say this because everytime the Braves get to the playoffs they lose.  I am sorry if I act as if I have to post a blog everyday.  I don't have to do it, and besides many probably don't read it anyway.  Well It is the beginning of October, halloween is coming up.  My nephew's birthday is tommorrow, I almost forgot!  I talked to him tonight, he will be 16 or 17 years old.  He is really sweet!  I try not to have favorites but me and him just really get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is the fusion, an vivid allusion of  the sea.  rough water high tides, are hard to subside.  I am hanging on the side fighting the tides, I wish I could really find a place to hide in  your tide of love.  I wish I could find a play to escape in this tide of love.  I am tangled in the in all the space, I just need to find a place that is safe.  I am falling  without a trace, when  I don't see my base.  These rough waters and high tides, are making it hard to subside, I just want to break the tides, so I will not have to hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-548063281280862751?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/548063281280862751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=548063281280862751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/548063281280862751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/548063281280862751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-green-squash.html' title='That Green Squash'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-1425564314559083636</id><published>2008-10-05T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:04:05.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain Like Water</title><content type='html'>Sunday, October 05, 2008&lt;br /&gt;The Rain Like Water&lt;br /&gt;The rain gives the earth life like water gives human life.  When the heart ever stops there will be no more blood, when the heart ever stops there will be no more air.  when the heart ever stops there will be no more water.  The deterioration process will eventually take place but it will not happen over night.  water mixed with blood and air, gives you life, and when the supply of oxygen is cut off, you will eventually deterioate over time.  I could imagine how the dead look now, probably just a bag of bones, so undentifible because there is really no shape just a sketal frame that all human have.  We are really all the same underneath it all.  I never really imagined my body with skin  Without all the features,  The body will deteriote eventually, you will return to the ground one day.  You will be able to be a hideaway for all the living little creatures that reside in the sands. Am I really just a grain of sand living in the land.  I say a skeleton the other day, and it reminded me how I will eventually look.  It doesn't happen overnight.  It is a rather slow process.  I can't imagine, being skinless and fleshless.  But when I feel my skin, I can feel the bone, and the skin is just protection, like a second skin.  I guess all of my skin will fall off, and I will eventually spoil and blend in with my surrounding.  Instead of being a walking skeleton, I will be just a bunch of bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a walking skeleton and that can't feel my bones, but I can feel the sensations on the skin.  I can feel the blood flowing when my heart is pumping.  I can feel the water flowing when my body is going.  I can feel the air flowing when I'm breathing.   Rain drops falling down my repellent layers of fabric, absolutely no penetration,  just dryness while the water repels off my second skin layers of away from my skeletal frame. Rain refreshes like water I know that rain gives life, to this human walking skeleton. The ground is where it all started, and when the rain pours, I will not melt, because it gives pure life. It started with a dry seed, that only needed a touch of water to be able to grow. I am ready to take this human walking skeleton up on the high tide waves that are neverending. The water always flowing, always soaking my skin without penetrating my  second skin layers aways from my skeletal frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Root&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain gives life, like water it keeps you running like a waterfall. Rain drops falling down my repellent layers of fabric, absolutely no penetration, just staying dry, while the water rolls off your back. Rain refreshes like water I know that rain gives life, because you are alive tonight. rain like water are the roots of life. It started with a dry seed, that only needed a touch of water to be able to grow. I am ready to ride the flowing waves, that are neverending. The water always flowing, always soaking my skin without a second skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-1425564314559083636?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/1425564314559083636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=1425564314559083636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1425564314559083636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/1425564314559083636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain-like-water.html' title='The Rain Like Water'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5286310971282457064</id><published>2008-10-04T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:30:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The second time around is not like the first time. The first time can be breathless‘, but the second time your ruthless. The first time is fearful, and second time is fearless. This twisted road, so long and cold, but driving your soul to take control. The first time traveling down this never-ending track, I knew there was no turning back. I guess you have to learn to be fierce and use your driving force to break these chains, that have been holding you back..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want let nothing stand in my way, as long as I’m living today. When it begins, you know that you will have to travel miles before your final stop. . I don’t think I could rest in peace living not knowing.. You'll never see what is on the other side, if you never learn to dream.  You can easily miss  love, if live the unknown world, not knowing what could have been.  The unknown, or not knowing what could have been, it just brings dreads and regrets,  the heavy burdens, like scars you conceal on your skin.  The unknown is not about making plans, but not taking chances.  If you never try you will never know.  If you never try, the aftermath will always be unknown.  Not knowing what could have been, for lack of trying, can bring forth many dreads and regrets.  Dreads and regrets so strenuous on your heart, so strenuous on  a  heart that always beating, often bleeding and  it never stops.  The heart is like  a living human machine by nature..  It beats, it bleeds, it skips, and it stops.  Just think if I never would have entered the unknown world, I would have ever known what could have been.  I am buried all regrets, and just dried my tears.  I buried all of my fears in the unknown world.  fiercer than fire, and I will be the flame that keeps burning until it goes outI will revise this tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5286310971282457064?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5286310971282457064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5286310971282457064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5286310971282457064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5286310971282457064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/10/second-time-around-is-not-like-first.html' title=''/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-9173447446785824223</id><published>2008-09-30T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:53:36.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tour Starts Tommorrow</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I just woke up this morning thinking that the tour starts tommorrow. Bill and Travis's Bogus Journey. I am really excited, I know I said that I was nervous or naturally nervous, but I am not really concerned about that. I was just listening to TAI this morning, and just realized how much I really love their music. I don't think I could miss this for the world, even if the gas prices are high and gas is scarce. They are really digging down deep into our pockets for gas. I guess their is no way to dodge the gas prices right now. I just hope they will go down soon. Nowdays I can only buy things that I really need. I am glad that The Academy Is, kept their ticket prices low. I don't know how long this will last though. $20 is not that expensive for tickets. My sister called me last night to tell me to make sure, I fill up before I leave. She said that when I head back, and if I am on a half a tank, I will have enough gas to find a station. I would just hate to miss this tour, because they didn't have to do this tour. It is great that their doing another tour before the end of the year. Also, if I wouldn't have this job, that I say I hate this wouldn't be possible. There are good things about it and their are bad things about it. Most of the time we are short and we don't have enough help, that is what I don't like about it. I like the paycheck, so I will be able to go to concerts, have satellite, internet, shopping for things I need, random bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hate to have to ask people for everything without paying them back.  It would feel like I would be using them.  It is o.k. to ask every now and then, but not all the time. I'm still trying to decide what to wear, but at this point I don't really care, what I am wearing. At least the weather looks good. It will be about 78 degrees, and sunny. I might take my notebook computer, but I probably will not be able to connect to the internet when I am at my sister's house. I will probably work on writing my review of the show. But, I take that back, because I could use my dial-up connection, if I take my long phone line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for me to get serious like with writing my poetry and random things for fun. Now, that I have dial-up I will be writing more. It is so slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-9173447446785824223?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/9173447446785824223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=9173447446785824223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/9173447446785824223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/9173447446785824223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/09/tour-starts-tommorrow.html' title='The Tour Starts Tommorrow'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-8866238302285647438</id><published>2008-09-29T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:03:37.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Slam Homerun</title><content type='html'>Today, I didn't have to work today.  I watched an important baseball game today, the game against the White Sox and The Tigers.  I really enjoy looking at these games.  Many people probably just couldn't sit through 9 long innings of baseball, but I can.  I use to look at the games with my sister.  It is not like I just started watching baseball today, I have been watching it ever since the Braves won the World Series.    Me and my sister use to follow all the good baseball players.  We would keep score cards at home.  She was the only one I could watch it with, because none of my other sister's were not interested.  However I have been to 2 braves games in my lifetime.  It is different from what you see on TV, because you don't have the commentators.  I use to love to hear those commentators on TBS, Joe, Skip, Don and Pete.  It hasn't been that long ago, but it seems like it.  After The Braves won the World Series, I really started watching a lot of baseball games over the summer when school was out.  I would have played in school, but I didn't think I was tall enough.  People probably think I am stupid for sitting down and watching baseball games, many probably say that is what boys do, but sports are for anyone.  It doesn't matter what gender you are. I could play, but the only difference would be that I would be playing with the girls instead of the guys.  It wouldn't really matter to me.  I look at those MLB players, and I just don't see how they play this sport.  They make it looks so easy.  I really enjoy watching sports, and that is the history behind why I like baseball.  I could of joined an softball team but I never had time, because my studies were vigorous.  This is a true story.   I have watched the White Sox over the seasons, and I was happy that they beat the tigers 8-2 tonight.  The game started off well, then the Sox scored one run early, then later on the game was tied.  Next, the Tigers scored another run and broke the tie and took the lead.  I think all the action happened in the 6th inning.  Also, in this 6th inning Alexei Ramirez hit a grand slam homerun, and this pretty much turned the whole game around.   Everything continued to run smoothly after this, I am glad that it turned out well, and I am glad the Sox are still alive.  I didn't buy the MLB x-tra innings this year, because I know that I wouldn't have been home to watch them.  Note that my sister was a huge NY Yankees fan, she bought hats, and shirts, and I really couldn't stand the NY Yankees because she liked them.  I know we were not in the cities, but it felt as if we were there  The TV makes the experience very interactive or real, even if you are not actually there.  But, nothing beats being there. It is really amazing to be there supporting your favorite team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-8866238302285647438?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/8866238302285647438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=8866238302285647438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8866238302285647438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/8866238302285647438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/09/grand-slam-homerun.html' title='Grand Slam Homerun'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5924734912982686879</id><published>2008-09-28T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:05:26.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel Like doing The Black Mamba</title><content type='html'>Today was o.k. until I went to work . It really felt like I was the only one working at one point. It is unbelievable, there were actually a total of 4 cashiers in this Walmart where I work. My line was back up almost wrapped. One customer said, instead of them spending all the money for the remodeling, they should of been hiring cashiers. He said that he know it was not my fault, but he just wanted to give that message to the management staff. I agree with him, because it is ridiculous. I don't know what has happened to this store. This store is really starting to drive me crazy. I just had to tell you about it tonight, because it was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know now that I know what a black mamba is, like one of the fastest, deadliest snakes in the world, it is scary. It can be called the shadow of death. It sounds like a dance to me. Well, this Walmart could be related to the shadow of death. It is like yesterday, it was so busy, and there were only about 4 workers. It is too much for 4 people. It is too stressful for 4 people, and stress could eventually kill you. You wouldn't think stress could harm you, but it can. I think after I got home, I felt a tightness in my chest. It is like if you don't get out of there soon, you never know what could happen. I didn't even have time to take a sip of water. It was nonstop yesterday. I think black mamba would be like a plan or if you listen to The Academy Is's song black mamba, you will know what I am talking about if you have ever heard this song, and pay attention to the lyrics. I know it is a snake, but you have to look at it in an abstract way. It is o.k. for now, it is just a job, but as long as you are planning maybe trying to get out of retail one day. It is o.k. to work there for a few years, possibly five, but you need to have a plan or a agenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5924734912982686879?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5924734912982686879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5924734912982686879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5924734912982686879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5924734912982686879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was.html' title='I feel Like doing The Black Mamba'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</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-5415707450624882352.post-5627009049925608750</id><published>2008-09-27T22:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:07:27.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Skin</title><content type='html'>It is the tough skin, that makes you strong, it the tough skinthat protects the bone. I just feel like I am going to shake whenI start to break. How long will this last and when will it pass. usually fake a smile in denial. Can I have a bone to bite, whenI burning in the middle of fight. Could this headache be enough for me to break, I don‘t know how much more I can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if  layers of skin ever existed, because I burn easily. I too the  punctures but it was never really enough to break through that  tough layer of skin, and hit down to the bone. The 3 degree wounds can really fester, with one touch from, the fiery flame which could possibly break the through the surface, and burn enough to keep me awake in the night. This direct hit, fire on skin, it all awakens all the sensations that were dead under the surface. The natural reaction to pain, will make your clench and squint. Like fire words can burn like words. A deep cut, like the touch of a burning flame could be enough to make you tear. I feel like I need a bone to bite when I in the middle of this fight. The natural reaction to the pain which is making me clench and squint is hitting those silent ends. I guess I need to start building more layers to repel the things that lie underneath.  No matter how much I hold it back it will try to get out, If you don't have self control.   And all the life that  was buried underneath will have a hard time breaking through this tough skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earlier Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably post something on this page, as if I have to. I hope posting a blog everyday is not annoying, just be happy that I actually update. When I first started it I hardly ever updated. I guess I can post faster with this new computer, because it is portable. I used to have a emachines with an intel celeron processor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you know but today is Jon Garland's birthday. I have been following this pitcher for a while. He played for the White Sox. I can't forget that I really use to watch all of the Sox games when he pitched. My sister followed Freddie Garcia. I think Mark Buerhle was good too, I think he is still on The Sox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shout out of the day: Happy Birthday Jon Garland, and Happy Birthday "A Fever You Can't Sweat Out"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5415707450624882352-5627009049925608750?l=santailax47.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/feeds/5627009049925608750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5415707450624882352&amp;postID=5627009049925608750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5627009049925608750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5415707450624882352/posts/default/5627009049925608750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://santailax47.blogspot.com/2008/09/tough-skinit-is-tough-skin-that-makes.html' title='Tough Skin'/><author><name>santailax47</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08274501379140312231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
