<?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-5509288</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:42.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibberish</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you not know that in a race, all the runners run, but only one wins the prize? Run in a way to win the prize. -- II Cornthians 9:24</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106640934126890191</id><published>2003-10-17T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T11:49:00.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, here i am, watching price is right, like usual...john came in and checked it out when this incrediably old lady got called...it took her a good 2 minutes to get down to the stage...she looks like she's half-muslim, half-amish, from eastern europe in the early 1920's....anyways, dobo kicked john out, so i told him i'd tell him what happens afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:32&lt;/strong&gt; she actually won!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:33&lt;/strong&gt; they just annouced her prize...you're not gonna believe this...she could win a trip to taiti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:35&lt;/strong&gt; she has to guess 3 prices wether they are from now or a few years ago...she got the first one right, missed the next, then got the next two! she's goin to taiti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:45&lt;/strong&gt; ok, she's spinning the wheel...she got 55 the first time, but that wasn't enough...then she got 20 or something...i had customers so i missed it...stupid customers...don't they see i'm busy in here??? anyways, she didn't win, so she's just going to tahiti and that's all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106640934126890191?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106640934126890191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106640934126890191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640934126890191' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106575943744424910</id><published>2003-10-09T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T23:17:17.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;Kevin: Doesn't Donnie Fortner live somewhere around here? I heard he sleeps in a coffin...&lt;br /&gt;Stockwell: He doesn't sleep in a coffin. He sleeps in a bed. With pink sheets, and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not updating in roughly 283 days, but there hasn't been too much goin on...went to school today, went to practice today, went to work today...and the exact same thing tomarrow...(sigh) it's so depressing when i put it that way... :)  but then the weekend's here, and once i find something to do, it'll be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cubs are still playing!! woo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran at County tuesday...finally had a good meet! ran a 18:28, which is my fastest (real) time of the year, and got 19th...top 20 get a ribbon and get to go up on stage, so i was excited:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that's all i can think of for now, so i'll try to update ya within the next 283 days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106575943744424910?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106575943744424910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106575943744424910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106575943744424910' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106498099757255596</id><published>2003-09-30T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T23:03:17.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;Crazy Mary--FM Static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt;"Well, i hope there are two armed men in there, because a one-armed man sure can't make a taco very well..."&lt;br /&gt;--Reno 911!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...just in case you were wondering, and i haven't told you yet, the cubs came back and won, 4-2!!!!! Although they did just win the first playoff game that i can EVER remember, i guess i have to say that i did have fun at the coffeehouse with my new plainfield friends(well, yeah, there are only 2, really, but all of their friend were there, so i'm gonna pretend like i know them too...at least i got most of the names down now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heather walked me down to the dairyland and i got my first Jones Soda...Orange and Cream Soda...hmm...it was alright, but i think i'm gonna need a different flavor next time...then we walked over to the bookstore where i blew some of my hard-earned-yet-still-not-a-large-amount of money and bought the FM-Static cd...i haven't got a chance to listen to it yet cause i was listening to the game on the way home, but i'll sneak it into school tomarrow and listen to it during my 2 hours of Wonderous Career Center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(half-day today! woo!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106498099757255596?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106498099757255596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106498099757255596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106498099757255596' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106494053681263431</id><published>2003-09-30T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T11:48:56.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welp, here i am again in the wonderous Career Center...not much is goin' on right now, just watching price is right, like usual, so i think i'm gonna ramble about pointless stuff...i found this cool website to keep me entertained though... www.christianrockradio.com  it's got some pretty good tunes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think me and john are gonna stop by the coffeehouse tonight...heather and lauren have been yelling at us to meet up again :) but the problem is the first playoff game for the Cubs is tonight too, so i'm gonna miss most of it...but that should be alright, cause we'll have fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, actually there is one problem with the christian rock radio site...it never tells you what song is playing, so if you've never heard it before, you don't know who it is, unless you can recognize their voices...and even then you still don't know the song...but other than that, it's cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...i think that's all i got for now...i'm gonna go find some stupid simple computer game to play til lunch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106494053681263431?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106494053681263431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106494053681263431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106494053681263431' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106471104037551351</id><published>2003-09-27T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T20:04:00.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is one of the happiest days of my baseball-fan-life. (by the way, for those of you who didn't know, i am a HUGE sports fan...and the cubs are my favorite) today, the chicago cubs beat pittsburgh, and won the NL Central!!! they're going to the playoffs for just the 3rd time in my life!! and they actually have a shot to win it all(for the first time since 1908)!! i'll write more about this later, but i gotta go for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106471104037551351?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106471104037551351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106471104037551351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106471104037551351' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106463829883435795</id><published>2003-09-26T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T23:51:39.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and john just discovered the secret to good punk bands...we need a guy from Candada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106463829883435795?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106463829883435795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106463829883435795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106463829883435795' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106437762861928166</id><published>2003-09-23T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:27:08.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;song of the moment:&lt;/strong&gt;'holiness'--Sonicflood (thanks to heather and lauren for the song of the moment idea)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106437762861928166?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106437762861928166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106437762861928166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437762861928166' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106437725862394909</id><published>2003-09-23T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:20:58.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sup ya'll?? yeah, i know, i just said "ya'll"...sorry bout that... anyways, fairly long day today...went to school, had practice at ellis park...got lost in danville (well, suposedly it was danville, i'm not really sure where we were...long story, i'll explain later...) got home around 6 after an extra hour of practice today...i'm really about ready for it to end, which is kinda sad, cause i used to really like it...so around 8, 8 30, heather calls asking if i'm at the coffeehouse yet...i really did want to come, it's just that it would've been another half hour til i got there, and another half hour to get home, so with a meet tomarrow, it probably wasn't the best idea...so i wandered aimlessly around the house...tried to figure out how to play 'crazy times' by jars of clay, and 'mood rings' by relient k...both unsuccessfully...but i don't think too bad for a 5-day beginner...and that's pretty much it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106437725862394909?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106437725862394909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106437725862394909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437725862394909' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106402488896967826</id><published>2003-09-19T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T21:28:08.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, sorry bout the long wait for the next post...let's just say i had some technical difficulties...like i was too lazy...anyways, here is my First Offical Post As A Legal Adult...wow, that's creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, i got a bass guitar, which is pretty awesome. Blue...not a bad color for a beginner bass...with a 25 watt amp...it's pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second of all, the cubs are playing a double header against pittsburgh, and they won the first game (tied 3-3 in second game right now...), always a plus...i tried to get cubs playoff tickets for my birthday, just in case they made it, but both of the two games they would've played at home sold out from 8 o clock, when they started to go on sale, til when i got home from church, around noon...so much for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, by the way, just wanna say hi to heather and lauren, two girls from plainfield that me and john met tuesday night when we went to the coffeeshop after our x-country meet (yeah, we lost) both are very cool, and both like relient k which makes them a little more cool... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that's all i got for this exciting episode, i'll try to not wait forever to write my next post this time... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106402488896967826?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106402488896967826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106402488896967826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106402488896967826' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106373201790253315</id><published>2003-09-16T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T12:06:58.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welp, nothing really exciting's going on today...there's only been 1 wheelchair commercial, and i had to do a lot of homework instead of sleeping... DeBo(cross country coach and career center extraordinare) doesn't want Justin in here during study hall to play pig, so now we have to divide the game up between the 3 passing periods that go on while i'm in here...but because of ISTEP testing, we're tied at P and out of time...guess we'll have to finish it tomarrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106373201790253315?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106373201790253315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106373201790253315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106373201790253315' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106321484112204981</id><published>2003-09-10T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T20:43:40.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, here we go, back by popular demand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:35-11:00&lt;/strong&gt;did homework...not too exciting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:00-12:00&lt;/strong&gt;slept...did i tell everyone i have a couch in here?? it's the best class ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:00&lt;/strong&gt;Kurtis (the same one who threw the Gatorade Bottle of Almost Certain Death at me yesterday) and me play a little one-on-one basketball with the little tykes goal and nerf ball...the game ended up tied 1-1, when the passing period ended and he had to go, so we're gonna have a rematch tomarrow...it really was kinda cool cause everyone was walking by when we were playing, and some actually stopped to watch...cept i think it was because they wanted candy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:03&lt;/strong&gt;justin comes in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:04&lt;/strong&gt; justin slam dunks!! i hit one off my face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:07&lt;/strong&gt; i finally catch up to actual time...everything before i just wrote, even though it already happened a long time ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:08&lt;/strong&gt; a herd of freshmen graze past my door...(sigh) freshmen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:10&lt;/strong&gt; it's been a slow day for wheelchair commercials...i've only seen 2, but it's been special reports of the news all day, so i think a lot of them were cancelled...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:11&lt;/strong&gt;literally, at the end of that last sentence, the news ended, and they went to commercial...yep, you guessed it...wheelchairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:11-12:13&lt;/strong&gt; stared off into space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:14&lt;/strong&gt; right now, it's only 60 degrees in Moline, Illinois!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:16&lt;/strong&gt; wheelchair commerical No. 4!!! they're coming on strong!! the one on now is my personal favorite...it's got this old black guy, who is sitting in his wheelchair next to and atm at a bank in the middle of winter, and he's holding up this penny, and he says "and it didn't cost me one red cent!" and as soon as he says that, they put one of those fake sparkle things (like they put of people's teeth when they smile) on the penny. you just have to see it to understand...then after that, he's sitting in his wheelchair, still in the dead of winter, in a parking lot, and you see him say, "OK kids, let's roll!!" and it zooms out and you see 2 other old people in wheelchairs and they all start rolling away from the camera, laughing as they go...do old people really do this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:21&lt;/strong&gt;bell rang, lunch time!! it's spagetti day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106321484112204981?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106321484112204981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106321484112204981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106321484112204981' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106312829039168101</id><published>2003-09-09T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T12:24:50.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way, make sure you read from the beginning of the day, and work your way up, or you'll be confused through the whole thing until you get to the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106312829039168101?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106312829039168101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106312829039168101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312829039168101' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106312812952955576</id><published>2003-09-09T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T12:22:09.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i'm bored, so i'm gonna just start writing about what is happing right now...and i'm still watching price is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:51&lt;/strong&gt; they just announced the little old lady's prize...a dining table...close enought to the living room...and i trip to spain(right again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:52&lt;/strong&gt; the old lady passes...it doesn't matter cause she WILL win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:53&lt;/strong&gt; her prize is a painting...that's a good old-lady-prize...except she just got this really confused look on her face like, "wait, where's my trip and car and RV??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:54&lt;/strong&gt; scratch that...there's the RV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:55&lt;/strong&gt; my sister and her friend showed up to buy a posterboard...that's what i'm supposed to be in here for, to  sell stuff, but really i just watch TV all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:57&lt;/strong&gt; the old lady LOST!!!! i missed what happend, cause i just got rushed for posterboard and candy(other stuff we sell) and i missed what happened!!! it must be some kind of price is right conspiracy...i'll look into it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:59&lt;/strong&gt; the middle of the passing period...everyone's right outside the door, but no one to talk to...it's sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11:59&lt;/strong&gt; Kurtis Doll just threw a Gatorade bottle at me and just missed...i almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:00&lt;/strong&gt;everyone's gone...that was really kinda quick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:00&lt;/strong&gt;they're showing a commercial for motorized wheelchairs...there are about 483 of these during my 2 hours in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:04&lt;/strong&gt;Justin just came in here, and i let him read my post...he loved it, which is good considering there are only 2 people in the universe who reads this stupid thing. i need some publicity or something...maybe i'll buy and ad somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:04&lt;/strong&gt;as Justin's reading, one of the football team's assistant coachs shows up wanting to buy a posterboard(by the way, i don't know what the deal is with posterboards, i ususally never sell them...) but instead of saying something so i know he's standing there (cause i'm not facing the door) he just stands there, giving me the i'm-angry-because-i'm-trying-to-be-a-hardcore-football-coach-even-though-i'm-not-really-all-that-big-or-tough look. so i get up and give him is posterboard. sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:08&lt;/strong&gt; i realize i kinda have to use the restroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:08&lt;/strong&gt; i realize no one really needed to read that last line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:10&lt;/strong&gt; i finally get up and throw away the Gatorade bottle of Almost Certain Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:11&lt;/strong&gt;another wheelchair commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:11&lt;/strong&gt;start playing basketball with the little tikes basketball goal we have in the room, and a little nerf basketball...i love this class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:13&lt;/strong&gt;according to channel 8 news, the high is 80 degrees in Moline, Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:14&lt;/strong&gt; i hear people!!! but i can't see them... :( it's kinda lonely in here after price is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12:15&lt;/strong&gt; well, things kinda die down from here on out, and the only real reason i decided to do this, was because sarah was yelling at me to update again, so i figured i would now, since i don't have anything better to do...this one was pretty long, she should be satisfied now for a little while... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106312812952955576?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106312812952955576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106312812952955576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312812952955576' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106312659824517011</id><published>2003-09-09T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T11:56:38.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...so i'm sitting here watching The Price is Right in 4th and 5th hour, when i decide i need to update my blog. right now they're spinning the big wheel, and it's a Marine, some old fat guy, and this little Canadian, 3-foot-tall, 143-year-old lady, who won a treadmill ealier...she's so small, that Bob Barker had to help her spin the wheel!! it's great! SHE JUST GOT A DOLLAR!!!! (that means she wins $1,000, and it hardly ever happens) and SHE JUST WON $5,000 MORE!!!! it's amazing!!! this little old canadian lady has won everything!!! you just know she's gonna win in the final where she'll get a trip around the world in her new car, which is hauling her new boat (or RV) and when that's finally over, she'll go home to her new living room...she's gonna win, she's unstoppable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106312659824517011?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106312659824517011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106312659824517011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312659824517011' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106312625391812069</id><published>2003-09-09T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T11:50:54.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day(or week, or month, or whenever i get another quote):&lt;/strong&gt; "Badgers? Did you say badgers?!? WE DON'T NEED NO STINKING BADGERS!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--J.T., who got it off the movie "UHF"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106312625391812069?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106312625391812069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106312625391812069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312625391812069' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106252133948852169</id><published>2003-09-02T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:48:59.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love rain...especially when there's enough of it to flood enough roads to where they have to close school...but so far my extra day off hasn't been to exciting...so.....i guess i'll let ya know when something happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106252133948852169?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106252133948852169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106252133948852169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106252133948852169' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106252123905118104</id><published>2003-09-02T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T11:47:19.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i'm getting yelled at cause i'm not blogging enough, so i guess i better think of somethin to write about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106252123905118104?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106252123905118104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106252123905118104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106252123905118104' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106186810132631447</id><published>2003-08-25T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T22:21:41.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i got my paycheck today from work, and i say to myself, "how can i blow this money as fast as possible??" first i thought i could bribe someone at work to spill hot grease all over the floor so everyone would slip and fall in hot grease, cause that would have been pretty funny, but they were having some kind of Offical Inspection, so i figured that might not be good for that whole thing...hope it went well...so i decided to buy jars of clay's new cd, "furthermore" it's a 2 cd set, one with songs from the studio, one live (i haven't listened to the live one yet...i'll update ya...) it's kinda like a greatest hits cd, cause all the songs cept for 3 are from older albums, but it's not, cause they're all re-done...anyways, the "from the studio:" half i'd give a 9.8 cause...well, basically it's really good...if you like jars of clay anyways...if you're looking for something a little more hard-rockish, this isn't it...but that's what i prefer, and i think this cd is great, so who knows...anyways i'm done rambling for now...i'll ramble about the live cd tomarrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106186810132631447?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106186810132631447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106186810132631447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106186810132631447' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106178416199308601</id><published>2003-08-24T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T12:17:37.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...i need to type something, cause i haven't in awhile, but i've been having a total blog-block...i think it's the whole back-to-school depression thing...so anyways, this is gonna be another one of those posts where i ramble on about the first thing that pops in my head...which are always the best, of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:25 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; just started playing solitare, trying to think of something to write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:28 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; just lost at solitare, gave up, looking for something else to waste my time with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:32 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; sarah just got on...of course, everyone who reads this, will either say "ok, i don't really care", or "yeah, i know...i AM sarah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:37 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; my "Deep Thought Of The Week" brought to you by Nathan: "bordom strikes like a bolt of lightning....bszzzap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10:40 PM:&lt;/strong&gt; nathan invites me to a chat room to bug all the other people...i'm kinda scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm goin to bed now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106178416199308601?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106178416199308601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106178416199308601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106178416199308601' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106139203891656230</id><published>2003-08-20T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T10:07:19.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...ok, so maybe it was seniors A through F...oh well, it was a nice little walk at least...stretch my legs, that kinda stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106139203891656230?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106139203891656230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106139203891656230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106139203891656230' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106139175221282672</id><published>2003-08-20T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T10:02:32.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...welp, here i am in 3rd hour newspaper, just chillin, although i almost got trampled by a wild pack of crazed sophmores trying to get to class on time...(sigh) it's good to be a senior, but then again, everyone else cept for some of the juniors, just kinda annoys you...i'm usually a fairly relaxed, patient guy, but for some reason when i get to school, the slightest thing bugs the heck out of me...just something unimportant like someone i don't really know acting stupid, it just gets on my nerves...i think it's just the fact that i'm at school, when in less than 9 months from now, i'll be done with it for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm done venting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, church is tonight, and i'm fairly excited...i think me and john are gonna show up early, and he's gonna give me another bass guitar lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp, they just called seniors A through H to go get our pics taken, always a good time, so i'll talk more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106139175221282672?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106139175221282672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106139175221282672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106139175221282672' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106110086372877596</id><published>2003-08-17T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T01:25:41.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok folks, here it is...my first offical Crazy Dream Story on this website!! if you don't already know, i have all kinds of incredibly wierd dreams every now and then, and this is the first one i can remember since i started this thing, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Dream #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i'm at my grandma's house for my birthday or something, and i get a bass guitar, which was really cool and i was excited about. but y'know how in your dreams there will be something or someone that in the dream you know what it is, but after you wake up, you realize that wasn't who or what it was at all? well, that's what happened to my bass. it was a bass, but it wasn't. it looked like a half-guitar, half-violin, and the neck went straight out like normal, then at the very end, it like, curved back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i'm out in my g-ma's driveway, which is in coatesville, right in the town, so there's a few houses around and stuff...i'm messin around with my guitar, facing the road, not paying any attention, when all of a sudden, i turn back towards the house, and Good Charlotte is setting up for a concert or something. except it wasn't really Good Charlotte, it was just 2 guys with dark hair(kinda like how the guitar wasn't really a guitar)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go and say something to them, and (this is where it gets kinda foggy, i don't remember exactly...) either i ticked them off, or they ticked me off, and i start fighting Good Charlotte to the death. i bust both of them over the head with my guitar, breaking it somewhere in the fight, and they're passed out in my g-ma's driveway. i say something along the lines of "the heck with this, i'm goin home," and start to walk home with my guitar, which now is fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the Story?? don't let Good Charlotte set up a concert behind your back with out you knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quotes of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john: man, you know your band is in bad shape when half of the members don't play an instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: no, you know your band is in bad shape when half of the members don't know they're in the band.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106110086372877596?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106110086372877596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106110086372877596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106110086372877596' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106096092787519009</id><published>2003-08-15T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T10:26:28.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welp, i'm at school right now...the worst part about it is that this time a week ago, i was just getting up...i have newspaper class, but i'm the only one in it this hour, so basically, i get an hour to myself each day to play on the computer. fun. it wouldn't be that bad, except anything halfway cool on the internet has been blocked by our stupid school, cause no one is allowed to have fun here. i'm sure it's a rule or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106096092787519009?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106096092787519009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106096092787519009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106096092787519009' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106091263328614022</id><published>2003-08-14T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T21:01:41.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's the last day of summer!!!! i can't believe it!! so much has happened...i'm really not ready for school...anyways, i woke up today, excited because i didn't have morning cross country practice, so i could sleep in one last time ;) but instead, i had a dentist appointment at the exact same time i would have had to run! so much for that, i guess... (perfect teeth, by the way... ;)) so then i went over to sarah smither's house for lunch cause i missed church wednesday, and she's leaving sunday morning, so she invited me for lunch, and katie and laura davis were both there, which was cool... then on to practice, which was just an hour of running, not too exciting... AND NOW I HAVE TO GO TO BED SOON, CAUSE IT'S A SCHOOL NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!! (sigh) i can't wait til college... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106091263328614022?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106091263328614022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106091263328614022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106091263328614022' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106080097562535553</id><published>2003-08-13T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T14:01:00.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo!! i finally got it to work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106080097562535553?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106080097562535553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106080097562535553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106080097562535553' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106023353448570555</id><published>2003-08-07T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T00:18:54.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...don't ya love those commercials, either on tv or radio, where the acting is so incredibly bad, it end up looking like it was a joke, but it was a real commerical? do they try to sound that corny, or is it supposed to be dumb like that? do they realize they sound that bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106023353448570555?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106023353448570555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106023353448570555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106023353448570555' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106023340022739219</id><published>2003-08-07T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T00:16:40.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(sigh) and we're back to the tattoo thing again...john agrees with me that it would be wierd if sarah had a tattoo...it just doesn't sound right, y'know?? i dunno, i'm an idiot sometimes, but that just sounds kinda crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106023340022739219?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106023340022739219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106023340022739219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106023340022739219' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106023275041899468</id><published>2003-08-07T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T00:05:50.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh, and by the way, sarah isn't REALLY that mean...i might be exaggerating a little... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106023275041899468?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106023275041899468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106023275041899468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106023275041899468' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106023252195453693</id><published>2003-08-07T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T00:02:01.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cubs win!!! they moved into second place!!! but that's all i have to say tonight, so i'm gonna leave now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106023252195453693?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106023252195453693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106023252195453693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106023252195453693' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106019925824116417</id><published>2003-08-06T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T14:52:14.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, ok, she was lying...she's been so mean lately...i would turn it back on her like she did me and the Potato Wedge Incident, but that would be childish and immature, so i won't... :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106019925824116417?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106019925824116417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106019925824116417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106019925824116417' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-106019839274810856</id><published>2003-08-06T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T14:33:12.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welp, turns out that sarah is mad at me for lying to her about the Potato Wedge Incident. but i'm not too worried about it, cause she's just been giving me sassmouth lately anyway... ;) now she's trying to tell me she got a tattoo on her foot, which i definitely don't believe, just because the fact that sarah baker has a tattoo is just.....wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-106019839274810856?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106019839274810856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/106019839274810856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106019839274810856' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105971271758767072</id><published>2003-07-31T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T23:38:37.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, it's been awhile since i posted anything, huh?? i apologize to all my fans out there...i just wanted to update the story about me eating 47 potato wedges at kfc... i first have to admit, i didn't REALLY eat 47 potato wedges in one work shift...i had two other guys help me, and we added all of them together... but, because of that, we made a new game, where you take any 3 guys on that particular work shift, and see how many potato wedges they all can eat, to try to break our record... so anyways, tuesday night me, drew, and dustin broke the record of 47 set by me, drew, and jordan. but tonight, me, drew and dustin broke our own record and ate 51 wedges... and i want to apologize to sarah for telling her that i ate all 47 :( i hope i didn't crush all her hopes and dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105971271758767072?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105971271758767072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105971271758767072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105971271758767072' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105919538561784814</id><published>2003-07-25T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T23:56:25.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welp, just got home from work...and miss jamaica even more :)  we came back home at a bad time, cause this is County Fair Week...my little sister has all these farm animals and she's in 4-H, so County Fair Week is like her own personal little Super Bowl or Olympics or something...my whole family's been at the fairgrounds all week helping her with all her stuff, so ever since i've gotten home from jamaica, i've been by myself at home...i don't even usually have a car to go anywhere, cause they take my truck, and my mom has to work... :-\ but i guess i shouldn't complain, it used to be worse... the first year she was in 4-H, i couldn't drive yet, so i was dragged to the fair all day. every day. and no one else was there that i knew, so i basically sat in this barn with all these sheep with my family, while they talked all excitedly about sheep. the highlight of my day? i got to go get a flipping elephant ear or something. (sigh) sorry about all the venting, it's just that i think i have a complex about county fairs now...it's all over now, (i think) so things should be getting a little better...at least i can take my truck back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105919538561784814?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105919538561784814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105919538561784814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105919538561784814' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105885012310471045</id><published>2003-07-22T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T00:02:03.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jamaica was awesome!!!! it was definitely one of the coolest things i've ever got to do. i've been home about an hour, and already miss it. all the great people we met, at vbs, and at the cabins, and of course, Chris ;) i just pray God gives me another chance to go again. i had such an amazing time, and it's all just now hitting me i guess, cause i was kinda ready to come home a few days ago, but now i'm not so sure. :-\ (not that i don't like here ;) ) anyways, i'll get into more detail later, but it's late here, and i've been in airports all day, so i'm kinda tired...  by the way, sorry tyler, i'll take that off now... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105885012310471045?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105885012310471045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105885012310471045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105885012310471045' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105884986745594253</id><published>2003-07-21T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T23:57:47.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE'RE BACK!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105884986745594253?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105884986745594253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105884986745594253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105884986745594253' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105780544760327668</id><published>2003-07-09T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T21:50:47.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welp, thought i'd say bye to all my fans before i leave for jamaica! we have to be at the church at 4 am tomarrow, so i've got to go to bed... i'll tell ya all about it when i get back (july 21st) g'night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105780544760327668?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105780544760327668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105780544760327668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105780544760327668' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105755837277587794</id><published>2003-07-07T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T01:12:52.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way, tyler just started a site, it's called mr-800.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105755837277587794?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105755837277587794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105755837277587794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105755837277587794' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105755672448735223</id><published>2003-07-07T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T00:45:24.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...i'm talkin to my buddy tyler, and we have this exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  ...have you seen the previews for the new sean connery movie?? league of extraordinary gentlemen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tyler: ... why yes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me:  ...have you noticed in the previews, how all the actors are called by their character name, except sean connery?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me:  they're like... (in preview guy voice): "watch for, the invisible man, dracula's bride, and of course... SEAN CONNERY!!!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tyler:  yea i know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me:  ...does he play himself?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tyler:  this isn't a movie...its a biography &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me:  ...is he that extraordinary??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tyler:  this is his normal, day-to-day life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me:  i think it is!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Me:  maybe that's just his family... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tyler:  hahah &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105755672448735223?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105755672448735223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105755672448735223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105755672448735223' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105738487202196873</id><published>2003-07-05T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T01:01:11.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(sigh)....i'm so wierd....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105738487202196873?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105738487202196873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105738487202196873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105738487202196873' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105738485113947630</id><published>2003-07-05T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T01:00:51.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...hmm.....i was gonna write something, but i haven't thought of anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...y'know what?? i'm tired...i'm not gonna write anything, i'm gonna go sleep!!! i don't care if you want to read about what all happened today or not!! i'm goin to sleep, and YOU won't know anything about what happened unless you were there!!! HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105738485113947630?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105738485113947630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105738485113947630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105738485113947630' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105729797544066902</id><published>2003-07-04T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T00:52:55.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i changed it...i thought of it cause it's the name of a reliant k song that i just heard and i thought it fit well. if not, i'll change it later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105729797544066902?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105729797544066902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105729797544066902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105729797544066902' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105729779806009617</id><published>2003-07-04T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T00:49:57.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my title is really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105729779806009617?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105729779806009617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105729779806009617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105729779806009617' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105729773302997285</id><published>2003-07-04T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T00:48:52.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welp, it's officially the 4th of july, so happy 4th to everyone :)  today was another grand day...i went down to the church to help tear down the VBS stage for a wedding they're having soon, which was great fun of course. then afterwards, pastor brian took us all to wendy's and we got to see J.T. (a.k.a. J.T. Money) in a wendy's uniform, which was pretty funny. then later that night, me and john and becky went to starbucks...they were both amazed that it was my first Starbuck's Experience. had a chocolate malt frappothingy...not bad...then we went to taco bell because becky was kinda hungry. :) that was fun because there were a large group of teenagers, and john was afraid he was going to get beat up. then this guy that becky knew, but tries to avoid because he scares her came in. she tolds that if we didn't make eye contact, he wouldn't come over, so of course, i stared at him until he noticed. he came over, scared becky and then left. it was fun. then before we left, some other guy came in and was trying to hit on becky while we were leaving, but he was really bad at it and it was just really funny instead...like i said, just another grand day in my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105729773302997285?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105729773302997285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105729773302997285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105729773302997285' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105685989416097269</id><published>2003-06-28T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T00:58:26.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...here's my new song(or maybe poem...i don't have music to it yet...i'll work on it though) i wrote while i was eating 47 potato wedges in one work shift at KFC, like i promised i would to sarah baker, cause she loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Potato Wedge Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate wedge number one,&lt;br /&gt;it sure tasted fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate wedge number two,&lt;br /&gt;while working drive-thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge number three,&lt;br /&gt;I got for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wedge number four,&lt;br /&gt;I've got just 43 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedge number five,&lt;br /&gt;well it took a dive,&lt;br /&gt;but after it hit the floor,&lt;br /&gt;I just went for some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever go to KFC&lt;br /&gt;make sure you get potato wedges,&lt;br /&gt;for Sarah B.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't like the chicken,&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't like the biscuits,&lt;br /&gt;but give her some potato wedges,&lt;br /&gt;and she'll eat them like they were triscuits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105685989416097269?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105685989416097269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105685989416097269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105685989416097269' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105685860372131659</id><published>2003-06-28T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T22:50:03.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had to work tonight, but it was totally worth it. i ate a record-breaking 47 potato wedges during my shift tonight!! and only one wasn't while i was on the clock!! i told sarah i'd eat 47 wedges for her before i left, but she still doesn't believe me...but it's true...everyone at work was amazed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105685860372131659?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105685860372131659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105685860372131659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105685860372131659' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105677669447105670</id><published>2003-06-28T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T00:04:54.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...i'm having a total brain freeze tonight...i can't think of anything to write about...VBS is finally over, and i was actually almost getting used to it...i think i was just nervous at first, i guess i was afraid i'd do something wrong and everyone would hate me or somthing...yeah, i dunno, i think wierd stuff like that sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to work tonight, but that wasn't anything exciting...i need to find a new job, cause i'm not getting paid near enough that i want, but i guess i'm just too lazy to actually get up and look for one...i need to be fired, so that i actually NEED to get out and look for one, cause that's the only way i'm gonna try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sweet gravy, i'm so tired...why don't i just go to bed?!?!?  i'm really wierd like that...whenever i'm up and awake during the day, i'm always wanting to be asleep, but then when it's about this time of night, and i'm tired, i just don't want to go to bed...i swear, i act like i'm 6 sometimes... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down to 13 days till we leave for jamaica...i'm still a little nervous about it...i think i'll be okay though, i think it's just cause i don't know what to expect...i'm sure it will be a grand time for all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is anyone even going to read this?? really?? sarah, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;maybe&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?? (sigh) oh well, it's a good stress reliever, i guess...either that, or i've never been so bored and tired at the same time in my life...well, at least it seems like i got more than i thought i'd end up with...by the way, this entire post was just what i was thinking about at the top of my head, so if none of it makes sence, that's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just heard this song from reliant k (their new album, 'two lefts don't make a right, but three do' everyone should get it, it's a grand cd...) called 'mood rings'...it got me thinking...why do girls have to be so flipping confusing?? i don't get it?? why do you have to be so frustrating?? is it really that much fun knowing that we have no idea what you're thinking?? (sigh) i get a headache just thinking about it...or maybe that's the whole not-going-to-bed-thing...i think i just realized something though...i have my best random thoughts late at night...look at all this i've written about when i didn't have a clue where i'd start!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no way anyone is going to read this far to read this sentence. they're either get too confused with the subject changing so much, or it'll just be so boring they'll quit. maybe the more i do this the better i'll get at it? maybe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp, i'm gonna get off here now, cause i think i'm done for the evening...wait...one more minute and it'll be morning!! hold on....it's coming...11:59....come on...there!! 12 o clock!! happy weekend everyone!! by the way, if anyone did get to the end of this post, i must commend you. congratulations, i applaud... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105677669447105670?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105677669447105670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105677669447105670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105677669447105670' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105677507681420026</id><published>2003-06-27T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T23:37:56.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...y'know what?? my title for this page is stupid...i'm gonna change it, once i get a better one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105677507681420026?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105677507681420026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105677507681420026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105677507681420026' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105659699299321876</id><published>2003-06-25T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T22:09:53.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>by the way, if i never see another water balloon again, i'll be okay with it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105659699299321876?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105659699299321876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105659699299321876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105659699299321876' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105659691614795600</id><published>2003-06-25T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T22:08:36.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welp, after complaining about how tiring yesterday was, i guess i had this one coming to me...:) i'm not trying to be negitave though, cause today was a lot more fun. went to vbs today, did the usual chase-sixty-kids-armed-with-squirt-guns routine for a few hours, then the church's jr. high group and about 6 or 7 high schoolers went to the Hadley's(hope i spelled that right...:-\), another family in the church, to hang out on their boat at heritage lake. we went tubing, which was especially awesome for me considering the fact that i've been on a boat maybe once in my life. i didn't kill myself to bad, which is always a plus, but spending all day at the lake got me fried worse than a leg of extra-crispy at KFC. (yeah, i'll use a lot of KFC references, since i work there :) ) so after going back to church, i'm home now soaking in the aloe before i try to get some sleep. tomarrow will definitely be interesting trying the whole chase-sixty-kids-armed-with-squirt-guns while also being covered in third-degree burns...hmm, wonder how we can make a game out of &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105659691614795600?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105659691614795600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105659691614795600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105659691614795600' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105651512061035551</id><published>2003-06-24T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T23:25:20.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(sigh) what a day. i haven't been this tired in awhile. Sarah(who's site is springpixie.blogspot.com if you wanna check it out...hope she doesn't get mad at me for putting that there...) was trying to defend 'trading spaces' earlier, but she doesn't realize how bored she really is when she's watching that show. anyways, i get back from VBS today soaking wet, which wasn't that big of a deal, but i had to fill 250 water ballons for tomarrow. no big deal, i had all day. i get home, just kinda mess around for awhile, cause i wanted to take a break from all the water. i kinda forget about it until cross country practice at about 4, so i think 'eh, i'll do it afterwards, i've got all night...' walking out the door, the phone rings. it's my boss from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, where ya at?" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"um...getting ready for cross country practice...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya know you were supposed to be here half an hour ago, right??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't end up to be too big of a deal, luckily. i had it listed for a month now that i had practices on tuesdays, it's just that when you work with a blooming genius as a boss, he occasionally forgets some things...and yes, i am being sarcastic. anyways, i go to practice, go straight to work from there, and finally get home with no water balloons made. sure hope i'm not in too much trouble...:-&lt;br /&gt;sorry, that ended up being wayyyyy more boring than i had expected...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105651512061035551?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105651512061035551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105651512061035551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105651512061035551' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105648924775215565</id><published>2003-06-24T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T16:14:07.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y'ever seen that show on tv called 'trading spaces'?? my sister always watches this show for some reason...it's about these people who renovate a room in someone's house without them knowing about it. This has got to be the worst tv show on the face of the earth...you sit there for a half an hour watching people paint??? sounds like some thrilling, edge-of-your-seat excitement right there...i guess i just don't get it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105648924775215565?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105648924775215565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105648924775215565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105648924775215565' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5509288.post-105648378523592750</id><published>2003-06-24T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T14:43:05.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'ello 'ello, my name's Greg, and this is my first Official Post on blogger, so here goes... thanks to sarah for telling me about this website, even though it had nothing to do with the conversation we were having at the time :) that's okay though, cause this is supposed to be random, so it works well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5509288-105648378523592750?l=chscadets88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105648378523592750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5509288/posts/default/105648378523592750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chscadets88.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105648378523592750' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756013154622185319</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></entry></feed>
