<?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-3451131</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:15:23.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SomethingElectric</title><subtitle type='html'>Yes, it's my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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>346</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3451131.post-105668814985680060</id><published>2003-06-26T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T23:32:43.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's finally up enough for me to post the link here. If you visit this site regularly or even if you accidentally came to this site, I have a new one. Go visit it and comment on my comments or tag my tagboard and make me happy. Please. The url is &lt;a href="http://robot-trouble.com/elisha"&gt;robot-trouble.com/elisha&lt;/a&gt;. Just click on it, dang it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-105668814985680060?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/105668814985680060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/105668814985680060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105668814985680060' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-385667196</id><published>2003-06-25T14:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T12:55:40.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's what a search on Google for my first name produced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href= "http://elishaisgod.com"&gt;God&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href= "http://elisha.precious-illusions.net"&gt;also in New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; an actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; a male Israeli author and poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; inventor of the telephone, not Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; a bird-lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; an author of children's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; a Nihilist Field Marshal and artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; the inventor of the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; a Japanese singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; a prophet in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; strangely obsessed with amoebas. (??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; a professor at Purdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; is a historian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt;a professor at University of Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisha is&lt;/b&gt; related to a Princeton kid from South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idea taken from &lt;a href= http://knfowler.blogspot.com&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-385667196?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/385667196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/385667196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#385667196' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-385395595</id><published>2003-06-25T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T15:32:01.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mewing.net/smellfine.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net/smellquiz.html"&gt;do YOU smell?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mewing.net"&gt;mewing.net. a wide field of wild daisies.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! So there! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-385395595?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/385395595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/385395595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#385395595' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-105656133365220015</id><published>2003-06-25T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T12:15:33.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I wrote this wonderfully long post, and the stupid thing didn't work. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is still broken and the bill for it went from $175 to $575. I feel like I am being screwed over... but I know the guys so I don't know if I should feel that way or not. I trust them, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from my work today asking if I was quitting. Turns out I was supposed to work today but they didn't tell me. They changed the schedule while I was gone over the weekend and I had no way of knowing. And since Jake is kayaking today I have no ride, so I couldn't go in even of they wanted me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Wisconsin and spending an awesome weekend with Aaron. We went to Great America for his birthday which was tons of fun. I miss him a ton. I hate being alone. Especially since Jake is going to be leaving. Now I am really going to be alone. I think I was freaking Aaron out last night cuz I had one of my depression bouts. I guess I am still in it. It's just normal, everyone leaves me whether they want to or not. And when I am all alone, things go wrong and I have no way of fixing it. I guess it is just the inevitable. I always end up getting seperated from the people I love, and most of the time it isn't anything that anyone can control. It just happens. I hate being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like remembering what else I wrote about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if you know stuff about webpages and designing and stuff, can you please help me? I am trying to do something with a particular section of my page and it's not working. leave me a comment or email me at somthingelectric@netscape.net.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-105656133365220015?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/105656133365220015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/105656133365220015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105656133365220015' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-105563238930416579</id><published>2003-06-14T18:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T18:13:09.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like I have been sitting at the computer for about 10 hours now. I am really working hard on my site, and I can't believe that I am actually getting it to do things that I want it to do. I am not sure how to ftp my blog to the site though, so if any of you can help me, please help me! I am about to email my host right now though and ask her just in case i need her permission or something. I am not sure. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I got a new job at Bass Pro!!! WOOHOO! I am working at the restaurant there and going to be making good money. I doubt I will be able to go home this summer, which makes me so sad. I miss my mom so much. Today is her birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;Getting my car fixed Monday and blah blah blah.. that's about the rest of my life. Boring boring boring. So I thought of a new name for my page..... "Life after life." When it gets up, you guys will probably understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-105563238930416579?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/105563238930416579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/105563238930416579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105563238930416579' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-95520178</id><published>2003-06-10T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T15:24:02.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sure feeling the burn. I just lifted for an hour straight for the first time since I was 17. I actually don't feel too much in pain right now, but hopefully by tomorrow I will feel it, because then I will know that I am building muscle.  I want to get my abs and my arms toned. I don't really care about anything else. I am pretty satisfied with how I look, but toned abs and arms would look nice.  Plus, it can't hurt me to be in shape, you know? I am going to start running more too. Well, time to take a cold shower and get ready for work! Oh and the page is in the process of being put up. I will give you guys the url when I get it to where I like it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-95520178?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95520178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95520178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95520178' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-95367225</id><published>2003-06-06T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T07:23:15.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, it has been awhile since I have written. I am leaving today to go to Aaron's for the weekend. I have been working my butt off on my new page but I can't figure something out.  I am pretty sure I am putting my files in the right spot, but every time I actually try to visit my page, its a 403.  I don't understand what is going on with it. So Aaron and I are going to go over to his computer friend's house and he is going to try to help me, since he knows EVERYTHING there is to know about computers.  &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life has been good. Incredible boring, but good. I went to the movies last night with Jake and Osman was supposed to come, but he never showed up. which I don't blame him cuz we were watching LOTR again and he has seen it several times he said. Anyways, it was really weird with just me and Jake there; I don't think I will be doing that again. I mean, I like hanging out with Jake; he's a cool kid.  But he has this tendency to flirt with anything that is female and he really was flirting with me. And since he knows how much me and Aaron are in love with each other, I think that that is weird... but I told Aaron that I would let Jake know next time he stepped over the line. Hopefully he won't in the 8 hours we have in the car on our way to Wisconsin together. Oh well. He's my only ride and he is doing me and Aaron a HUGE favor by letting me come along free of charge.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have read 2.5 books in the past two days and I am bring along this great new series of books that I found at our school library.  It has to do with like Merlin and Arthur and all that stuff. I am excited. And I just finished 2 wonderful books by Karen Kingsbury.  One of them was about divorce and the other was about when a woman's family died and left her. I mean, you look at all these other women Christian novels and they are basically Danielle Steele type crap.  They are meant to make a Christian woman cry and want exactly that type of perfect relationship.  But the stupid thing is, those relationships DO NOT EXIST! Kingsbury does an excellent job of showing the weaknesses of the women and even the way they do things wrong. They show that men are not perfect, that noone is perfect, except for God, who is always ready to forgive us when we are so stupid. I like how she writes about &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;reality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.  Noone really does these days when writing Christian women novels. I will have to recommend her to my mother and maybe buy a few of her books to take home once I get some money.  She too realizes that some of the novels are so stupid with how the make out the heroine to be some sort of ethereal being of complete perfection, with whom nothing ever goes wrong. We were just talking about it the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I should get in the shower and pack so I can be ready when Jake is. He is quite the impatient person, but it's all good because the sooner we get to Wisconsin, the sooner I will be with the man I love!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend, kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-95367225?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95367225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95367225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95367225' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-95179383</id><published>2003-06-02T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T00:36:36.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to keep this on blogspot right now until i work out all the kinks. this is harder than i expected, but i am trying as hard as i can. well i am going to relax for the rest of tonight and get started on it again tomorrow. goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-95179383?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95179383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95179383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95179383' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-95174748</id><published>2003-06-01T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T22:06:11.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i am trying to figure this thing out. might take awhile. i don't even know if it is posting to my original site, somthngelectric.blogspot.com. We'll see in a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-95174748?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95174748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95174748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95174748' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-95141323</id><published>2003-05-31T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T23:23:42.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm alone and I hate it.  I have nothing to do, noone to call, nowhere to go.  This really stinks.  Ok, I will stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I basically slept all day, watched "French Kiss" with Meg Ryan, watched some television show like "Entertainment Tonight" (although I know that is not what it was), and ate leftover chinese food.  I talked to Aaron on the phone twice, which was relieving.  Dang, I wish he would come back.  Oh and I also went to Blockbuster and returned "How to Marry a Millionaire" with Marilyn Monroe.  Excellent movie, although I think that Audrey Hepburn is a much better actress then Marilyn Monroe.  My favorite movie of all time, which I think I am going to watch tonight, is "Funny Face" with Audrey.  She is phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I shall go do something more beneficial with my time, like play spades. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-95141323?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95141323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95141323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95141323' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-95111434</id><published>2003-05-31T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T00:52:40.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bored.  Aaron is leaving tomorrow so he is at the hotel with his parents and is already in bed.  I have no homework to do or anything else. I mean, it's nice that school is over but at the same time I have nothing to do. I don't like this. Hopefully I get a job that will start occupying all of my time so I don't have to think about all of this. Ok I am getting offline because it is boring and there is nothing to do online anymore.  Maybe I should apply at that one website for hosting. I now have a graphics editor and if I mess around with it enough I might learn something.  Hmm, who knows. I will just have to think about it. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-95111434?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95111434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/95111434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95111434' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94995066</id><published>2003-05-28T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T11:33:48.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"It is easier to be critical than correct."&lt;br /&gt;- Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of people attacking other's views without supporting their own.  Not that anyone who reads this site has done that, so don't assume that I am talking about you if you think this applies.  But I just had a few conversations lately that were stupid because all the person did was attack everything I stood for without giving any specific evidence as to why they felt that they were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must get back to philosophy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94995066?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94995066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94995066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94995066' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94979272</id><published>2003-05-28T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T02:38:17.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I took a few tests.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 28% Internet Addict&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=102" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/102/2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I could go either way.  Deep into the madness of nights filled with coding CGI-Scripts and online role playing games, or I could become a normal user.  Good luck!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=102" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Internet Addict Test at fuali.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Hey Aaron, I am not as much of an addict as you thought!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 56% Evil Genius&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/111/3.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Evil courses through my blood.  Lies and deceit motivate my evil deeds.  Crushing the weaklings and idiots that do nothing but interfere in my doings.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=111" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Evil Genius Test at fuali.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 21% Geek&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=103" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/103/1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wanna be a geek. But I'm not. Why would I even want to be one. Do I think it's fun? I should try writting an online test application at 1 am in my underwear&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=103" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Geek Test at fuali.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 39% Emo&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=105" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/105/2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hmm.. I should stop listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=105" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Emo Test at fuali.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This doesn't help my understanding of Emo at all.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 12% Goth&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=104" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/104/1.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wanna be a GOTH. But I'm not.  Smoking cloves and too much eyeliner a goth does not make. I'll go home and take your Cure CD's with me. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/default.aspx?id=104" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Goth Test at fuali.com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(That's for Josh... I'm not GOTH! hah!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this tell me anything I don't already know? Not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94979272?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94979272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94979272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94979272' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94926871</id><published>2003-05-27T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T00:10:59.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I am doing an oral presentation on hell.  This should be fun!   I am actually taking a break right now from studying for my Philosophy test and writing the report for Theo.  Homework is so miserable!  Oh well.  Other than that, I had a picnic &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; a barbeque today.  Aaron and I went to the park earlier today and ate lunch there and fed the fish and the ducks and then Brandon showed up this afternoon and invited us to go to a cookout with them.  It was so fun and the hamburgers were great.  It's been a long time since I have had good barbeque.  Well, I better get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94926871?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94926871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94926871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94926871' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94926680</id><published>2003-05-27T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T00:04:35.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A Charlotte, NC, (USA) lawyer purchased a box of very rare and&lt;br /&gt;expensive cigars, then insured them against fire among other things.&lt;br /&gt;Within a month having smoked his entire stockpile of these great&lt;br /&gt;cigars and without yet having made even his first premium payment on&lt;br /&gt;the policy, the lawyer filed a claim against the insurance company.&lt;br /&gt;In his claim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost "in a series of&lt;br /&gt;small fires." The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious&lt;br /&gt;reason: that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer sued....and won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In delivering the ruling the judge agreed with the insurance company&lt;br /&gt;that the claim was frivolous. The Judge stated nevertheless, that the&lt;br /&gt;lawyer held a policy from the company in which it had warranted that&lt;br /&gt;the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that it would insure&lt;br /&gt;them against fire, without defining what is considered to be&lt;br /&gt;unacceptable fire," and was obligated to pay the claim. Rather than&lt;br /&gt;endure lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance company&lt;br /&gt;accepted the ruling and paid $15,000.00 to the lawyer for his loss of&lt;br /&gt;the rare cigars lost in the "fires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW FOR THE BEST PART...&lt;br /&gt;After the lawyer cashed the check, the insurance company had him&lt;br /&gt;arrested on 24 counts of ARSON!!!! With his own insurance claim and&lt;br /&gt;testimony from the previous case being used against him, the lawyer&lt;br /&gt;was convicted of intentionally burning his insured property and was&lt;br /&gt;sentenced to 24 months in jail and a $24,000.00 fine.&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story and was the 1st place winner in the recent&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Lawyers Award Contest. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ridiculous can this world get? I am not sure if I believe this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94926680?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94926680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94926680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94926680' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94880606</id><published>2003-05-25T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T21:58:41.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nanami.nu/kio/quizzes/sleepquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nanami.nu/kio/quizzes/pajamas.jpg" border=0 frameborder=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nanami.nu/kio/quizzes/sleepquiz.html"&gt;What Do You Wear to Bed?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/faytrial"&gt;Faytrial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94880606?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94880606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94880606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94880606' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94788807</id><published>2003-05-23T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T10:15:03.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am being lazy and typing in the computer lab instead of walking all the way back to my room in between classes, but that's ok because every time I get to my room I always want to fall asleep.  I am considering applying to be hosted at some place, but I don't know if I should because not only do my html and graphic design skills suck, but I don't know if I want more distraction from my homework as it is. I don't know. If you think I should, leave me a comment. I know Marc thinks I should because he is always telling me to try to get a real host sometime, but I don't know if anyone else does... like you Aaron... and plus, this is really easy to update.  But now that I have a new computer with more memory (Thank you, Aaron) I can get some better programs and probably produce some better layouts.  A better computer = more resources and a better start to learning more about web design. Oh well. Well I suppose I should get to class since it is starting right now. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94788807?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94788807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94788807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94788807' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94710206</id><published>2003-05-21T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T18:53:29.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My, my, my. Hits to my site really have dropped. And I don't  mind it one bit.  There was awhile there that I was attempting to get as many hits as possible on my page, but now I realize that I like just writing whatever I want without having people worry about what I read.  It's nice to be uninhibited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very philosophical lately. Probably because I am taking philosophy, but that is ok.  It's good to be philosophical.  People can't just bask in their ignorance... well, at least I can't.  I have this desire just to know more. Philosophy seems like a good pathway to learn. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I am sure I am boring myself now by reading this, since noone else does except for my mom and dad and Aaron, because those are the people in the earth that care about me the most. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94710206?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94710206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94710206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94710206' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94648972</id><published>2003-05-20T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T15:14:01.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, well sorry about that last post... I was really ticked off. Heh heh. But we found Baby's owners! Her real name is Kisha... and she lives just a couple of blocks away from the school. It's quite funny. But they were happy to have her back, so everything is all good. Well, I am going to go finish talking to my mom. I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU MOM! YOU TOO DAD AND ANDREW AND TIFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94648972?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94648972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94648972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94648972' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94620492</id><published>2003-05-20T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T01:16:42.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, man I am ticked off. Me and Aaron went and put up posters for the missing dog... and someone called us!  So Jake heard Aaron's message on the answering machine through the wall and went INTO HIS ROOM AND CALLED THE PEOPLE BACK! So we have no idea what is going on with the dog or the people. I am calling them first thing in the morning and explaining everything to them and how he was not involved and went into Aaron's room.  Oh, that makes me so mad how he invaded Aaron's privacy like that.  It was NONE OF HIS BUSINESS!!! Argh.. sorry just had to let loose on that one, because I am really really angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94620492?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94620492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94620492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94620492' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94566763</id><published>2003-05-19T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T00:45:39.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired and frustrated.  I don't appreciate my professor's putting their tests on the same day, but I do appreciate them giving me the weekend to study. That is, if the tests would cover not as large a portion of material! I feel like my brain is puking. Wow, that is a weird thought. But I have had enough of studying and I still haven't finished my questions for the one test nor started studying for the other. Ugh. I better go finish, I just had to take a break from looking at that book. Have a good night to those who are getting sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94566763?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94566763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94566763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94566763' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94525604</id><published>2003-05-18T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T00:35:38.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I havent posted in awhile, but we haven't found the owners of Baby yet.  Baby is what I call the border collie we found. Aaron printed out some signs and we are going to put them up around town tomorrow, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, two test on Monday, which means my weekend is booked solid. Ugh, I never knew summer term was this irritatingly difficult. Well, must go study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94525604?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94525604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94525604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94525604' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94411009</id><published>2003-05-15T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T16:04:44.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, we found a dog.  The cutest little girl dog in the whole world. She is a border collie with white front legs and white back paws and a little bit of white on top of her nose and white on her chest. The rest of her is all black. She knows all the tricks and even had a collar but no tags.  She is very well behaved too and incredibly friendly. Aaron and I drove around the whole city and called two Humane Societies to see if anyone had reported her.  They haven't gotten back to us yet. We didn't find any signs saying anything about her.  I want to keep her here in Springfield, but Jake wants to take her all the stinking way to Wisconsin to give to his dad, instead of just buying his dad one.  They don't ever let their dogs inside and they never play with them. I agree with him that dogs do need big open spaces to run in but I am positive that dogs love being around their owners.  And Jake's family isn't around the dog that they have now.  They won't even let their dog in the garage. It's sad. So I really hope we can find the owners before we go to Wisconsin, because I do not want Jake to take her. She is too sweet to live without any human contact. It would be a sad thing for her and for her owners, or potential owners.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94411009?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94411009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94411009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94411009' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94340661</id><published>2003-05-14T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T13:19:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind&lt;br /&gt;blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;- François de La Rouchefoucauld&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94340661?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94340661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94340661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94340661' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94304427</id><published>2003-05-13T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T21:57:20.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really tired and it is early in the evening for me.  I don't know what it is. Maybe because I worked today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a package from my mother! I am so excited! I missed them a ton. She included white chocolate reese's peanut butter cups in it; they are so amazingly good. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have reading to do and stuff and I am way tired, so I better go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94304427?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94304427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94304427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94304427' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94227871</id><published>2003-05-12T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T17:01:20.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, I have not written anything in forever, it seems.  We had a great lecture today in Intro to Philosophy.  I really like that class.  I am learning how to defend what I believe even better and I am learning the fallacies that I used before to defend my belief that might make Christianity seem weak.  I also am seeing ways that other people argue that are weak or errant.  It's a really good class. I really can't wait until logic.  This should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is boring. I haven't worked in awhile but I am going to start training on "Dixie Stampede" tomorrow.  So that shouldnt be too bad.  Sarah is leaving tomorrow too. I am really sad about that. I won't see her for the rest of the summer.  Life only gets lonelier from here on. But you know the saying, "loneliness is God's cry for intimacy." Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94227871?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94227871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94227871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94227871' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-94095403</id><published>2003-05-10T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T01:54:33.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, instead of one computer, or another computer, I now have another computer!  Yes, I know, that didn't make any sense.  Aaron built me a new computer and it's nice and fast and fun.  I like it.  So my computer needs are met for the moment.  Hopefully this one doesn't mess up too. But only time will tell. Well I must go. It is rather late and I need to sleep because I have a headache that has been plaguing me all evening. Goodnight, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-94095403?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94095403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/94095403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94095403' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93974147</id><published>2003-05-08T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T00:38:27.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, my faster computer dream lasted for a few hours, and then the computer started doing freaky things and then crashed.  Aaron tried to fix it, put different hardware in it, and it still wouldn't even turn on. So I am back to my old computer. which is not so bad. I like her... she has been good to me over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with some things that I have devoted to the love of my life..... that I thought maybe some of you would like to read also. It is all originally by Shakespeare, but I felt the words applied to my situation very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Except I be [beside you] in the night, There is no music in the nightengale.  Unless I look [upon you] in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. [You are] my essence, and I leave to be, If I be not by [your] fair influence Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Lux tua vita mihi."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93974147?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93974147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93974147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93974147' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93906987</id><published>2003-05-06T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T23:10:20.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i have a new computer. and it is quite lovely. much more memory and alot faster.  the only thing is, every time i connect to the internet, it messes up. like freezes and tries to shut down and all that weird stuff.  i think aaron is going to fix it for me tomorrow. i hope it gets fixed, because i really like having a faster computer.  well i must end this before it freezes on my again. goodnight, lovely readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93906987?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93906987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93906987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93906987' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93816413</id><published>2003-05-05T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:17:29.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I really am starting to feel independent.  I just went out and bought a whole bunch of food.  I am pretty much depending on myself now for real... meaning for food and my car and everything.  This is it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for work, they are in the middle of nothingness once again, so I have no idea when I will be working next. I love it. Especially since I really need money right now.  But no worries. Life goes on, and I am sure I won't die, at least not of starvation any time soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go finish doing junk online, like checking email, checking bank accounts, and playing spades.  Oh, and I have heard that there were either 10 or 25 fatalities in this whole tornado crisis that we have had going on here in Missouri.  I don't know which number is correct, but it is still really sad.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93816413?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93816413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93816413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93816413' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93773600</id><published>2003-05-04T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T20:50:18.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I am back and we just had a bunch of tornados hitting all our area.  I guess it torn up some houses pretty bad south of town and a bunch of people are really hurt.  I guess there was a large 4 foot piece of metal that almost hit this lady's car right at the mall!  And some slide from a park is laying in the middle of the road right outside of Barnes and Noble's or around there or something.  THis is crazy. Oh man and they are talking about farms on the radio right now and they are talking about horses being trapped and cows dead. And she is talking about this camper that got picked up and completely twisted around in the air and thrown back down.  My word, this is insane. Well I am going to go watch TV.  I have to go to Walmart too. Oh, man, there are fatalities. I hope people are praying for us.  I know I am insane for writing while tornados were going on, but it's over now and I was already on the internet hah. Ok pray for us, if you are reading this.  This is all happening in Missouri... if you care. Take care and God bless you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93773600?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93773600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93773600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93773600' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93553967</id><published>2003-04-30T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T16:07:55.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is really hot here. I mean, I am not used to this kind of heat. I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving for Wisconsin now. I am excited, yet a bit apprehensive since I don't really want to ride the greyhound bus all night long, but I am sure it will be nothing.  I passed my finals, so things are good.  My Comp and Rhet teacher wants me to take more classes with her, and she gave me a hug when I went to her office today.  Am I a brown-noser? I sure feel like one. I just really relate with her.  Oh, well. I am not really concerned about what other people think about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I suppose I should get ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93553967?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93553967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93553967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93553967' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93518542</id><published>2003-04-30T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T02:37:25.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my, I am tired.  I know it is the latest that I have posted all year, I think.  But I am staying up all night. I have too much to do!  Plus, I can sleep on the bus tomorrow night.  I still have to clean my room and study for my test and pack.  I hate the end of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany is leaving too. I won't see her for the whole summer. I am so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can get enough money to go home too, because I am totally broke and I don't want to be homeless.  Ugh. I should do something more important right now. Time to go clean. Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93518542?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93518542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93518542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93518542' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93450557</id><published>2003-04-29T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T01:34:54.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My, my, my. It has been a few days, hasn't it?  I have been so incredibly busy that it is not even funny. Finals are no fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Wisconsin on Wednesday!!!!!! I get to meet Aaron's family! I am so excited! I really want to meet his whole family, even his dog. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more finals to go, and then on to Intro to Philosophy and Theology 4.  I can't wait until May term. Well it is really late and I must go to bed. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93450557?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93450557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93450557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93450557' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93262381</id><published>2003-04-25T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T16:11:56.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call me a hypocrite, but Norah Jones' voice is amazing.  Why don't they have Christian artists who can sing like her?  Maybe I will make that a goal of mine: to find someone as good as her. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93262381?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93262381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93262381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93262381' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93251072</id><published>2003-04-25T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T12:34:29.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fridayfive.org/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the friday five&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the last TV show you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ummmm. I have no idea. I don't really watch tv. But I think maybe the one about the holy land; I am really not sure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the last thing you complained about and what was the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How lazy I am. The problem is that I am lazy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you complimented and what did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaron. "You are amazing."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you threw away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Tazo Juiced Tea, flavor tazoberry (it's basically iced tea with raspberry and apple juices in it)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last website (besides this one) that you visited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://screenit.com"&gt;Screen-It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93251072?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93251072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93251072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93251072' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93248199</id><published>2003-04-25T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T11:43:21.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is so unreasonably cold in my room.  I don't understand why, since I have the air conditioning turned off!  It's colder in my room then it is outside.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spiritual formation test was so incredibly easy it is not even funny.  22 questions and 34 answers.  I think he wanted us to pass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I have nothing to do today except be lazy and do homework, both of which I expect to do quite a bit of.  I feel like being intellectual today.  Or simply verbose, one of the two.  I am such a weirdo. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93248199?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93248199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93248199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93248199' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93202072</id><published>2003-04-24T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T16:53:11.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly&lt;br /&gt;making exciting discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;- A.A. Milne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93202072?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93202072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93202072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93202072' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93199201</id><published>2003-04-24T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T15:58:37.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.deangardens.com/"&gt;My Dream Home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93199201?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93199201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93199201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93199201' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93159718</id><published>2003-04-24T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T00:09:41.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I get these annoying emails, right?  Most of them are dumb laws, stupid quotes, stale jokes, etc.  This email was amazing though. It's a quote from my favorite poem of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverb Of The Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.&lt;br /&gt;- Edgar Allan Poe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93159718?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93159718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93159718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93159718' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-93136470</id><published>2003-04-23T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T16:25:19.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How&lt;a href="http://www.pixyland.org/peterpan/index.html"&gt;disturbing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good though.  I have been so incredible busy lately. I haven't even turned my computer on for two days!  That is a record for me, I think.  Well I must go. So much to do and absolutely no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-93136470?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93136470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/93136470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93136470' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92948839</id><published>2003-04-20T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T17:32:09.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just bought a whole bunch of new beauty products. I feel so glamorous.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprite has a new drink, called Sprite Remix.  It is the best carbonated drink I have tasted in a long time, besides Clearly Canadian. I love that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is supposed to go to the evening service with me tonight but I can't get a hold of her. As usual.  I love going to church by myself anyways. I will wear jeans and sit in the back and pretend to be invisible.  But really, I think God speaks to me the most when I have noone else around to drown out His voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92948839?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92948839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92948839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92948839' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92909291</id><published>2003-04-19T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T19:21:05.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apologetics.com"&gt;Wow.&lt;/a&gt; That is all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92909291?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92909291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92909291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92909291' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92908981</id><published>2003-04-19T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T19:11:15.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Therefore, when a person refuses to come to Christ it is never just because of lack of evidence or because of intellectual difficulties: at root, he refuses to come because he willingly ignores and rejects the drawing of God's Spirit on his heart. No one in the final analysis really fails to become a Christian because of lack of arguments; he fails to become a Christian because he loves darkness rather than light and wants nothing to do with God." - William Lane Craig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92908981?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92908981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92908981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92908981' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92856922</id><published>2003-04-18T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T16:02:19.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my family is gone.  How sad. I am missing them a ton already.  And Aaron is not here either.  I am missing him a ton too.  This weekend should be quite lonely.  Well, I will just have to get myself out with some new people and start being social!  I have been really craving going to the Library Center, but I am not sure if it is open tonight.  I mean, it is Good Friday, you know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I just want to thank Christ so much for dying on the cross for my sin.  I mean, I have really screwed up a lot and I have totally been horrible to Him and tried to take advantage of Him.  But thank God that He is so faithful to me.  When I reject Him or deny Him or do something that He doesn't want me to, He is always there to take me back and show me His love.  You may not be a Christian. You may hate God.  But I am telling you, I could use all the apologetics in the world, I could prove His existence one million times, but nothing could ever mean anything more to me than what He has done for me.  And to look forward to spending an eternity with Him is the biggest highlight of my life.  So what if you think I am crazy or delusional?  I have made my decision and I know that God is God and I will serve Him for the rest of my days.  I will.  I love Him so much and I will not ever change that.  Even if I screw up, my heart is always His.  Thank You, Jesus, for dying for me.  Thank You for enduring all that pain, hatred, and anguish for me.  Most of all, thank you for doing all of this to save me: someone who has been so unfaithful, so dirty, so evil.  You have taken my punishment and I thank You for that.   My life is Yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92856922?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92856922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92856922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92856922' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92745547</id><published>2003-04-16T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T18:56:50.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I miss Aaron like crazy.  If my family wasn't here, I think I would die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't write anything else right now because all I am thinking about is Aaron. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That and how much I don't like Celine Dion.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92745547?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92745547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92745547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92745547' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92676824</id><published>2003-04-15T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T17:18:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite the good week so far.  Aside from having a horrible head cold that has now moved down to my lungs, things have been wonderful.  My family is here, classes are going extremely well, chapel has been somewhat interesting lately, and I have been having wonderful discussions all over the place lately.  I like it.  I love having the chance to expand my mind. Geez, I am turning into such a nerd.  But I don't really care.  I kind of like being a nerd and discussing books and theology and apologetics and things.  It intellectually stimulates me. Hah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight is "girl's night." I honestly hope that it is just Tiffany, Mom and I.  I really think that Tiff is dragging some of her friends along though.  It is never just our family alone.  Always someone else coming along.  Drives me up the wall sometimes.  I miss my family so much that sometimes I just want to be alone with them and not have anyone else intruding.  Is that too selfish of me?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom spent the night last night.  It was so fun.  I love my momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to go get some ice cream from the caf to soothe my dry, hurting, and scratchy throat.  Peace..... in the Middle East! ;) (ps: that was a play on words..... not a political statement! hah hah I remain politics-free on this page, for the most part anyways.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92676824?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92676824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92676824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92676824' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92603763</id><published>2003-04-14T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T15:28:35.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate being sick.  Oh, well. Life goes on, and in a few weeks I will have forgotten about it entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kansas City was fun. I liked the church that we went to and they offered for us to come back for a weekend of relaxation sometime. Should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go take a nap before work. I feel kind of poopy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92603763?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92603763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92603763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92603763' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92510609</id><published>2003-04-12T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T21:27:28.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well my parents are here and i am with them and we are going to Kansas City! Woohoo! I love my family :) well gotta go cuz there are people waiting for the computers. Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92510609?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92510609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92510609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92510609' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92497612</id><published>2003-04-12T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T15:06:36.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Belgian actor Benjamin Verdonck lived nearly naked in a cage with a&lt;br /&gt;pig in Ghent for three days in November hoping the pig would "teach"&lt;br /&gt;him why there is such strife in the world (results not reported).&lt;br /&gt;[Reuters, 11-15-02]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, in the midst of a People for the Ethical Treatment of&lt;br /&gt;Animals anti-milk demonstration at an Aberdeen, Scotland, high school,&lt;br /&gt;about 100 milk-loving students spent 10 minutes angrily drenching&lt;br /&gt;PETA's cow-costumed spokesman with milk. [The Scotsman, 10-12-02]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's some funny stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92497612?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92497612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92497612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92497612' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92438568</id><published>2003-04-11T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T12:12:33.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We think caged birds sing, when indeed they cry.&lt;br /&gt;- John Webster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is alright. Paid my room fee, blah blah blah. My parents will be here tomorrow and I can't wait! I want my mom and dad to visit my classes and I hope my mom can spend the night in my room. Man, I can't wait.  Other than that, work tonight, movie with Aaron, and everything else is completely boring. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92438568?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92438568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92438568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92438568' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92376260</id><published>2003-04-10T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T13:52:19.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i suppose i should write something since i havent in awhile.  i really have nothing to write about though. my parents are flying back in country today and then in two days they are going to be here. i am quite excited. i want my mom and dad to come to some of my classes and stuff. maybe its stupid, because i am in college, but they are interested in the stuff i am taking, so i think they would like it. well i have nothing more to write about.  oh, the link below i put there so i could remind myself to visit that blog, supposedly it is of a person living in baghdad at this moment. so i thought it might be interesting. bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92376260?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92376260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92376260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92376260' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92263464</id><published>2003-04-08T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T21:58:26.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear_raed.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92263464?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92263464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92263464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92263464' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92239818</id><published>2003-04-08T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T14:40:25.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, Britney Spears is dating a man that is old enough to be her father. Disgusting.  Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are coming in 4 days and I AM EXCITED! That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92239818?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92239818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92239818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92239818' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92050608</id><published>2003-04-05T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T12:49:01.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I probably should not be posting this, but I am going to. Me and Aaron were at SMS and he looked in the Microsoft Outlook folder and this cool email was in it telling about your certain identity by looking at your first initial.  Yeah, you will probably figure out which identity by the time you are finished reading it. And you know that these things are pretty much never true. But the funny thing is, mine was so exactly correct that I had to post it.  It is so weird. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;-E- Your greatest need is to talk. If your date is not a good listener, you have trouble relating. A person must be intellectually stimulating or you are not interested sexually. You need a friend for a lover and a companion for a bedmate. You hate disharmony and disruption, but you do enjoy a good argument once in a while it seems to stir things up. You flirt a lot, for the challenge is more important than the sexual act for you, but once you give your heart away, you are uncompromisingly loyal. When you don't have a good lover to fall asleep with, you will fall asleep with a good book. (Sometimes, in fact, you prefer a good book.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92050608?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92050608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92050608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92050608' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92044500</id><published>2003-04-05T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T10:16:37.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://fridayfive.org/"&gt;the friday five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt; 1. How many houses/apartments have you lived in throughout your life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;One apartment, two houses, one duplex, one condo, one trailer home. I now live in the dorms. Those are in chronogical order from current to oldest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Which was your favorite and why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Definitely the apartment.  It is set up on a mountain overlooking the whole city of San Salvador.  The floors are all white tile and the walls are white and it has high wood cathedral ceilings all throughout it.  The bathtubs aren't made of actual bathtubs, they're homemade ones that are built out of tile and that run the length of the whole wall. They are huge!  The breeze hits our house just right and we can look down from our front porch and see the whole city. We are literally one of the highest places in the city.  It's beautiful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Do you find moving house more exciting or stressful? Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Exciting, definitely. My whole life now is moving around and I love it.  However, the next move I want to make is to be in Central America again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. What's more important, location or price?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;definitely location, i.e. CENTRAL AMERICA!&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. What features does your dream house have (pool, spa bath, big yard, etc.)?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, a hot tub for sure; a back deck; a front porch with a swing; and nice, large bathroom with a spa tub and shower and two sinks; a master bedroom suite; a living room; family room; dining room and enough bedrooms for each of my kids to have their own (at least in the end). At first I'd like them to share bedrooms because it will help them to learn how to live with other people.  Then they won't have as many problems when they have to live with roommates later.  Not a big house, but just right for my family to move around comfortably.  And definitely room for the dogs. Geez, I am so domestic. Hah hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92044500?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92044500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92044500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92044500' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-92003389</id><published>2003-04-04T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T14:46:45.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deep Sea Monster Found Near Antarctica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rare and very dangerous colossal squid with eyes the size of dinner plates has been caught by fishermen in the sub-Antarctic Ross Sea, reports Reuters. The squid has scores of razor-sharp hooks it uses to snag its prey. The half-grown female colossal squid weighs 330 pounds and is only the second intact example of the monster cephalopod known to have been found, according to marine biologist Steve O'Shea of New Zealand's national museum. "I've seen 105 giant squid, but seeing something like this is pretty sensational," he told Reuters. When fully grown, colossal squid weigh as much as 2,000 pounds, and its huge eyes are the biggest of any creature on Earth or in the ocean. When the colossal squid was caught, it was eating Patagonian Toothfish--a fish that is some two meters long! It finds food by glowing in the dark and deep water. The giant squid, the colossal squid's smaller cousin, was the mythical monster of the deep that attacked Captain Nemo's Nautilus in Jules Verne's "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea." And this newly-found sea monster is much more dangerous and vicious. "This is a very aggressive animal and moves quickly. If you fell in the water next to it, you would be in big trouble," American marine biologist Kat Bolstad told Reuters. The colossal squid has two parrot-like beaks, eight arms, and two tentacles with up to 25 teeth-like hooks and suckers. Once a fish is in its grasp, there is no escape. Ominously, O'Shea said the discovery raised questions about what else was down deep in the ocean. "We know so little about the marine environment in general. If animals like this are turning up, what's going to be at 3,000-meters (10,000-foot) depth. We don't know," he told Reuters.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that on Netscape news. I had to post it. It just astounded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-92003389?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92003389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/92003389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92003389' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91979068</id><published>2003-04-04T07:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T07:06:22.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Who am I to stand before You in Your presence in such majesty&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to walk before You in Your greatness, when You gave Your life for me&lt;br /&gt;But You clothe me in Your finest garments, and You wash me white as snow&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm weak I know You are strong, and You are in control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can be the one to share Your love&lt;br /&gt;And watch Your beauty spread like wild flowers&lt;br /&gt;I'll serve You with all I have to give, with all I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to even be considered righteous,&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm unworthy&lt;br /&gt;And who am I to be a vessel on this journey, but it's where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;But you clothe me with Your finest garments, and you wash me white as snow&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm weak I know you are strong, and You are in control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Travis Taylor and Ten Thousand Flying, &lt;i&gt;Who Am I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to post that because it's been speaking to me the past few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91979068?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91979068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91979068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91979068' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91978480</id><published>2003-04-04T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T06:50:58.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Car is fixed. got a good night's sleep. Things are good. Hah.  My sister's boyfriend called me last night asking me to give her the credit card tomorrow.  This is getting ridiculous. I mean, I understand she may be upset about me yelling at her, but how is that any different than any of the other fights that we have had?  I don't think that she was necessarily innocent in this fight either, so I don't understand how the girl can hold a grudge like this.  But I don't want to be contacted by her boyfriend if she doesn't have enough guts to talk to me herself.  That's just dumb.  Oh well.  I don't really have anything against her though.  I mean, I am not angry at her anymore.  I understand why she does what she does and I have evaluated my life and how I can change and make things easier, you know? I mean, of course, I am not going to let her walk all over me but I am not going to let unnecessary problems form.  "It takes two to fight" as my mother always says, so I am just not going to fight.  Well, try not to anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever think that some people just thrive on fighting? I hate it. But I really think my sister finds some sort of weird pleasure in it. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91978480?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91978480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91978480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91978480' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91937613</id><published>2003-04-03T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T15:22:26.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You read about all these terrorists -- most of them came here&lt;br /&gt;legally, but they hung around on these expired visas, some for as long&lt;br /&gt;as 10-15 years. Now, go compare that to Blockbuster: you're two days&lt;br /&gt;late with a video and those people are all over you. Let's put&lt;br /&gt;Blockbuster in charge of immigration." -unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91937613?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91937613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91937613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91937613' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91855866</id><published>2003-04-02T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T11:52:12.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i guess i am going to see if this is working again. my car is broken and my sister is angry at me so she won't let me use the calling card to call my parents to see what to do. so until then i am stranded. i have no idea how i am going to get to work.  it's dumb because she says that she cant ever get a hold of me, but the reality is, she is never ever there when i try to get a hold of her. and the only reason the girl ever calls me is when she needs something. so i am just frustrated because she always accuses me of stupid things and treats me like dirt and uses me.  i am tired of it. and then she gets upset at me whenever i am around her. well i better go. i have homework to do before class. g'bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91855866?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91855866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91855866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91855866' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91784734</id><published>2003-04-01T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T12:18:05.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is quite annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91784734?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91784734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91784734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91784734' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91782653</id><published>2003-04-01T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T12:11:51.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleh. what the hey is wrong with blogger?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91782653?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91782653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91782653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91782653' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91779728</id><published>2003-04-01T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T11:37:09.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my toe is more bruised than it was before.  It is still swollen too. I don't think Aaron believes me when I say it is broken :P hah. Just kidding.  But it doesn't really hurt, it is just really uncomfortable and I can't walk on it too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrick read out of the Koran today as an April Fool's Joke for devos in class. It was quite funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm annoyed because my online registration site for school says that I am still a sophomore, so I can't register online until April 4th instead of April 2nd if I was a junior. I guess I will just make an appointment the old way and register with my adviser. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to chapel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91779728?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91779728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91779728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91779728' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91728796</id><published>2003-03-31T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T14:33:13.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so excited.  i am taking intro to philosophy this summer.  which means the coming semester i can take logic.  woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a worse note, i broke my toe and it hurts really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91728796?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91728796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91728796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91728796' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91676452</id><published>2003-03-30T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T19:22:40.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, i just got up from the best nap. I dreamed that my cell phone was ringing and when I picked it up, it was someone from my school asking me to use it for a speech. I don't know. It was weird. And we were all in my house in Ohio and it was at night and smoke was coming in our window.  And we ran outside and it turned out that the house next door was on fire, but someone said that it was only the screen covering the window. And I told everyone, eh, their house is on fire like once every two months; no big deal. It was really weird. Well, I suppose I should do my homework. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91676452?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91676452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91676452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91676452' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91632180</id><published>2003-03-29T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T21:39:04.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost probably 50 pages of reading that I had printed out for Theo 2, and I wanted to read it tonight.  Argh.  So I guess tomorrow or Monday I will have to go to the computer lab and print out some more.  My parents are in Nicaragua right now.  I am so jealous. I wish I could be there.  Or at least in El Salvador.  I never thought I would say I want to go to Nicaragua. It's so dry and hot and depressed feeling, but I want to be there. I miss it, I suppose.  But they are coming here on the 12th, so I can't wait! Well I guess I will read the wrong sections in my book in Theo, since I want to get some homework done. G'nite all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91632180?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91632180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91632180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91632180' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91566165</id><published>2003-03-28T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T14:52:18.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fridayfive.org/"&gt;the friday five&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. What was your most memorable moment from the last week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definitely that late night talk on Wednesday night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What one person touched your life this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaron&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How have you helped someone this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have no idea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What one thing do you need to get done by this time next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;get my bills paid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What one thing will you do over the next seven days to make your world a better place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;pray, i guess. i can't think of anything else that I will be doing that will change the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91566165?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91566165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91566165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91566165' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91539653</id><published>2003-03-28T05:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T05:18:40.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://marc.morethanlip.com"&gt;I'm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://robot-trouble.com"&gt;going&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mesmerized.org/subhuman"&gt;to&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://calidarling.blogspot.com"&gt;plug&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lifeisabigplace.com"&gt;everyone&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ishism.net/cloe"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://partly-cloudy.org/fragrant"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://tribeofjesus.blogspot.com"&gt;too&lt;/a&gt;.  Just cuz I feel like it. Some of em are dailies, some of em are occasionals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91539653?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91539653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91539653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91539653' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91539323</id><published>2003-03-28T05:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T05:07:09.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://presidentialprayerteam.org"&gt;Plug&lt;/a&gt; for today.  Go join.  Make a difference that actually really is a beneficial difference and not just laying in the streets disrupting all traffic. Hah. Anyways, early morning, early mornings... gotta love em!  I woke up at 4:30 today completely awake. I am not sure why, but oh well. So I took a little personal time with God and now I am just messing around online and then I am going to read for Theo.  I am excited, all of my courses will be paid for this summer and all of my housing and everything with money left over. God is so cool.  I am really excited to take the courses too- Intro to Philosophy and Theology IV (Ecclesiology and Eschatology). I am happy I get to devote all of my time to those two classes.... they are such good classes too, with excellent professors.  Two of my favorite professors, to be exact!  So life is good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, better get to reading for Pincombe's class. It's not due for awhile yet, but it never hurts to get things done ahead of time. God bless you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91539323?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91539323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91539323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91539323' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91523997</id><published>2003-03-27T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T22:10:48.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do&lt;br /&gt;which must be done, whether you like it or not. Being forced to work,&lt;br /&gt;and forced to do your best, will breed in you temperance,&lt;br /&gt;self-control, diligence, strength of will, content and a hundred other&lt;br /&gt;virtues which the idle never know.&lt;br /&gt;- Charles Kingsley&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who survived the San Francisco earthquake said, "Thank God, I'm&lt;br /&gt;still alive." But, of course, those who died, their lives will never&lt;br /&gt;be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;- Sen. Barbara Boxer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91523997?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91523997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91523997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91523997' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91475470</id><published>2003-03-27T06:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T06:30:05.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another early morning. i don't mind them at all, however. it gives me a nice start on the day and i get to eat breakfast, so that is definitely a plus.  i had a really good conversation yesterday and thought about things and spoke about things that i had never done before! i love it when people make me think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp and rhet teacher addressed the idiot who yelled at the sub in front of the whole class i mentioned a few posts previously.  She handled it amazingly well and pretty much made him look like a fool. i mean, that wasnt the point, but i was proud of her. hopefully he learned a thing or two about talking to someone about problems.  i just feel bad for that poor substitute.  it wasn't her fault at all!  but my teacher also addressed the whole thing about reading literature with swear words and other things that might bother some people. she said that having the word "college" after our school's name signifies that we are a school that includes gen ed courses in order that everyone who graduates can have a BA or BS after their name.  Well, that means that we have to study secular courses and in order to do that, some things we study aren't solely based on the Bible.  Besides, our school would be foolish to shelter us completely from the world that we live in, since we see and hear those things everywhere else!  And we will be living in this world for the rest of our lives, so we should learn how to deal with things that are offensive to us in a mature way, not in the incredibly immature way this guy did. He is like, in his mid-30's too. So you'd think at least a little bit of maturity would be on his side. But no. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am going to go finish getting ready for the day. Have a wonderful day, kids ;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91475470?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91475470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91475470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91475470' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91457309</id><published>2003-03-26T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:15:01.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299736_entrancing.jpg" border="0" alt="entrancing"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves&lt;br&gt;your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling&lt;br&gt;he/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kiss&lt;br&gt;that never lessens and always blows your&lt;br&gt;partner away like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; I just like the picture :P so shoot me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91457309?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91457309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91457309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91457309' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91435783</id><published>2003-03-26T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T15:38:21.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really love my momma.  I miss her. She is coming soon! And I am happy. All of my loans and grants and stuff are going to cover the rest of this semester and all summer and my housing and books and everything. Life is good. God is great. I have nothing else to write about :) Have a wonderful day, kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91435783?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91435783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91435783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91435783' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91396565</id><published>2003-03-26T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T00:31:02.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a good day today. Got all my homework done, came up with not one but TWO potential topics for my research paper, went to work, helped someone type their research paper, went to all of my classes, and took a 2.5 hour nap. It was a rather successful day, if I do say so myself.  Now I am going to go to bed so I can wake up for breakfast in the morning. I am excited for classes tomorrow, especially Theo 2. G'nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91396565?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91396565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91396565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91396565' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91281823</id><published>2003-03-24T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T09:04:22.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so cold. and i am so tired. i hate both of those feelings. almost as much as i hate being hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will stop complaining.  i have to work tonight and i am excited, because it means a little bit more money added to my next paycheck and one more day closer to getting that lovely paycheck.  then i wont be so poor. woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91281823?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91281823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91281823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91281823' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91250548</id><published>2003-03-23T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T19:28:32.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have this weird feeling going on. I don't know why. I really love my family and I can't wait to see them again. I just can't help thinking about it.  It must be Spring Fever, or whatever they call it.  I love them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91250548?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91250548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91250548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91250548' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91237682</id><published>2003-03-23T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T14:32:50.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High&lt;br /&gt;will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;I will say of the Lord, "He is my refuge&lt;br /&gt;and my fortress,&lt;br /&gt;my God, in whom I trust."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely He will save you from the fowler's snare&lt;br /&gt;and from the deadly pestilence.&lt;br /&gt;He will cover you with his feathers,&lt;br /&gt;and under his wings you will find refuge;&lt;br /&gt;his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.&lt;br /&gt;You will not fear the terror of night,&lt;br /&gt;nor the arrow that flies by day,&lt;br /&gt;nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;nor the plague that destroys at midday.&lt;br /&gt;A thousand may fall at your side,&lt;br /&gt;ten thousand at your right hand,&lt;br /&gt;but it will not come near you.&lt;br /&gt;You will only observe with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and see the punishment of the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make the Most High your dwelling-&lt;br /&gt;even the Lord, who is my refuge-&lt;br /&gt;then no harm will befall you,&lt;br /&gt;no disaster will come near your tent.&lt;br /&gt;For he will command his angels concerning you&lt;br /&gt;to guard you in all your ways;&lt;br /&gt;they will lift you up in their hands&lt;br /&gt;so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.&lt;br /&gt;You will tread upon the lion and the cobra;&lt;br /&gt;you will trample the great lion and the serpent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because he loves me,' says the Lord, 'I will rescue him;&lt;br /&gt;I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.&lt;br /&gt;He will call upon me, and I will answer him;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with him in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;I will deliver him and honor him.&lt;br /&gt;With long life I will satisfy him&lt;br /&gt;and show him my salvation.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;King David&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 91&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91237682?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91237682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91237682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91237682' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91143617</id><published>2003-03-21T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T14:38:23.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez, Comp and Rhet was ridiculous today.  This guy in my class was completely ignorant on something and argued with the substitute teacher for about 15 minutes of the class. It was so annoying and I was embarrassed for our class.  He was angry because there were a few swear words in a story we had to read, and he felt that since we were a Christian school, that it was wrong.  Well he talked to the president of our school!!!! How ridiculous!  He also typed out a whole sheet of verses from the Bible that state how swearing is wrong, which is perfectly fine, but he read it aloud in class and then went off on the teacher and told her that he talked to President Benson and that he is going to go to the vice president of academics also.  And the substitute told him that he was wrong scripturally because it states that if you have a problem, you go to the person you have a problem with first, in this case, our Comp and Rhet teacher, and not the stinking president of the school.  Then if the teacher won't listen you take it to higher authority.  Well I have to say, the substitute was perfectly right and this guy was being really prideful and would not back down.  It really irritated me.  I am angry also because now the president is going to bring it up in a staff meeting and the English department will feel humiliated and upset because none of the students ever even mentioned anything about it to them.  I would be very upset if I was an English professor. That guy needs to get over himself. He dominates the conversation 3/4 of the time in class anyways because he doesn't understand anything that we discuss anyways.  He needs to go back a few years to basic English. Ok, I am done venting about dumb people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91143617?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91143617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91143617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91143617' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91117974</id><published>2003-03-21T05:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T05:45:56.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a nightmare tonight, at about 3 in the morning and after that I couldn't sleep at all.  So I stayed up, watched a bit of television, and now I am messin around online. Not like there is much interesting to do online anyways.  I am not sure what the nightmare was about specifically but I know that it was about my family and that I woke up sweating and having that terrified feeling.  I hate that feeling.  I wasn't like, scared of the dark or anything like I used to have problems with (don't even comment on that hah), it was more of a terrified that something bad happened kind of thing.  I love my family very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it is now cerca 5:30 and I am totally bored and I can't sleep. I think I might take a shower. I have all of my good classes today, so I am excited. I can't wait to go to Comp and Rhet and Theology 2.  Those are both amazing classes. All the college days kids are here, so the classes are going to be packed, so I am probably going to have to get there a bit early just to get my regular seat.  I want to eat breakfast too because I have been missing dinner because of work and I am completely out of money, so I have nothing to buy dinner with.  Not even a credit card, because I don't believe in them. Hah. I don't want to get myself in more debt over something as small as food.  I won't starve. There are millions of people who go with less food every day than I do.  I should probably stop complaining about it, now that I think about it. I am always whining about how hungry I am when I miss one meal, but I have plenty of oatmeal and popcorn and crackers in my room and if I was really hungry I could eat those until I was full.  So basically I am just wanting a specific food, and that is honestly, a bit selfish I think at times. To say that I am starving and yet I have a room full of food, just not the type of food that I want.  I am not really starving, but there are some people that would kill to have my oatmeal and crackers and popcorn.  Ok, I will stop talking about that since I am sure you have stopped reading now and I am completely boring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we get a chance to write today in Comp and Rhet. I love writing but I can rarely think of things to write on my own.  I like it when our professor gives us an assignment to write about in class, because I can get something good down in a short period of time and feel pretty satisfied with how it turns out. Man, I really love writing. I should have done more of it throughout the course of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will write a book one day.  But I doubt that it will be a novel or a fictional story.  I think it will be a controversial book, discussing things that I am really opinionated about.  Or maybe I will write a book about my beliefs. Who knows? Well, that is some day, not this day. Today I just have to make sure I meet my quota on surveys at work and make sure I am studying enough for my classes and passing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91117974?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91117974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91117974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91117974' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91012631</id><published>2003-03-19T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T14:53:01.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is good. I am going to go take a shower and a nap. Then I have work. I am happy. Not because it is fun, but because I get money.  And money is what the whole world revolves around, or so they want us to think.  To be free of the need for money would be freedom indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91012631?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91012631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91012631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91012631' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-91012546</id><published>2003-03-19T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T14:51:32.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;The girls that are wanted are good girls&lt;br /&gt;Good from the heart to the lips&lt;br /&gt;Pure as the lily is white and pure&lt;br /&gt;From its heart to its sweet leaf tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls that are wanted are girls with hearts&lt;br /&gt;They are wanted for mothers and wives&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to cradle in loving arms&lt;br /&gt;The strongest and frailest lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clever, the witty, the brilliant girl&lt;br /&gt;There are few who can understand&lt;br /&gt;But, oh! For the wise, loving home girls&lt;br /&gt;There's a constant and steady demand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 'The Girls that are Wanted'&lt;br /&gt;J.H. Gray &lt;i&gt;c.&lt;/i&gt; 1880&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-91012546?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91012546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/91012546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91012546' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90962758</id><published>2003-03-18T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T20:24:23.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew... back to my tiny amount of hits.  I was starting to wonder if I was a popular webpage to visit! hah, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today has been so nice, other than a few little things. I slept a ton.. which is always good... and i made it to all of my classes and chapel was phenomenal today.  It was about sacrificing all for your relationship with God.  It was very interesting some of the points that she made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to go to Barnes and Nobles! WOOHOO! I haven't been there in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my comp and rhet teacher called me a "good little writer" the other day.  I feel so special! I love writing. I really do. Ok, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90962758?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90962758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90962758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90962758' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90908469</id><published>2003-03-18T00:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T00:50:11.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How sad, the graphic doesn't work on my &lt;a href="http://homestarrunner.com"&gt;Homestar Runner&lt;/a&gt; quiz.  Oh well, I dont feel like taking it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm late nights and french onion soup.... makes for good morning breath, don't ya think? ;) I have nothing to write. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90908469?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90908469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90908469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90908469' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90889396</id><published>2003-03-17T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T19:02:46.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/jurjyfrort/homestarquiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/jurjyfrort/coachz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/jurjyfrort/homestarquiz.html" target="new"&gt;Which Homestar Runner character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="mailto:jurjyfrort@yahoo.com"&gt;jurjyfrort&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90889396?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90889396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90889396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90889396' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90824340</id><published>2003-03-16T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T18:02:45.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got &lt;a href="http://jesusfreakhideout.com/downloads/wallpapers/wallpaper15_800.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; at jesusfreakhideout.com.  I LOVE this band. I was telling Aaron, I love this band more than drag queens love RuPaul.  Well, I am assuming that they do, since he is so popular.  I wonder if I should be writing this. Hah.  &lt;a href="http://switchfoot.com"&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/a&gt; is the best band in the whole world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90824340?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90824340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90824340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90824340' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90788322</id><published>2003-03-15T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T21:45:13.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am all giggly... haha... I just went back to Jade East (where I used to work for those of you who don't know) and I saw Mom and Michael and Tony and they gave me all these fortune cookies and hugs and stuff... it was funny. I miss working there, kinda. I miss free Chinese food and having fun at work. I don't get either of those now. Oh well. I get paid better, and money is what matters most of all, right? (sarcasm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90788322?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90788322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90788322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90788322' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90785338</id><published>2003-03-15T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T20:36:42.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a lazy day. Woke up at ten. Did nothing. Went back to bed. Woke up at 3:30. Watched tv until 6. Took a shower. Now sitting here with wet hair. Wondering if I should blow dry it. I am considering going to see the Goonies again tonight. hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am in my introverted state of personality right now.  Sometimes I just like being alone, you know? But I think I am ready to talk to Aaron. :) I'm a nerd. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90785338?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90785338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90785338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90785338' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90736592</id><published>2003-03-14T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T17:39:56.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooooo I almost forgot. The Goonies - midnight tonight @ Campbell 16.... WOOHOOOOOOOOOO! Going back to my childhood *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90736592?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90736592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90736592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90736592' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90736016</id><published>2003-03-14T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T17:25:56.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fridayfive.org/"&gt;the friday five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I suppose I do.  I don't really talk to many people that much though.... so I can't really say whether I like it or not. I guess I will just remain neutral.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaron&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. About how many telephones do you have at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One phone in my room and a cell phone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you encountered anyone who has really bad phone manners? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um, I don't think I have.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;probably call. It's alot easier.  However some people I would not call because I might be on the phone for hours if I do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90736016?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90736016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90736016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90736016' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90735698</id><published>2003-03-14T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T17:17:39.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like being dependant upon money. Money drives me insane. It is never stable for me at all. I always need money for even the most basic of things and I never have it. I don't think I will ever be financially stable in my life. I wish money didn't exist.... argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another bad mood day. I don't know why, I am just irritable. Maybe it's because I am not working until next Wednesday, or maybe it's because I have no money, or maybe it's because of a million other reasons that I refuse to leak to the whole world. I think I better go spend time with God. It's the only way I see how I can be taken out of my bad mood. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90735698?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90735698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90735698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90735698' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90673691</id><published>2003-03-13T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T17:03:49.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate when I am irritable for no reason. I feel bad.... oh well.  We went to the park today and fed the ducks. It was so fun. I sat on the ground and they were surrounding me all trying to snatch the bread out of my hands. They were practically sitting in my lap. It cracked me up. They were all stepping on me.  I want a duck for a pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing nothing but sleeping today. I don't know why I am so tired, but I am. It's weird. I am too lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90673691?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90673691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90673691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90673691' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90523905</id><published>2003-03-11T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T09:00:10.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You must be the change you wish to see in the world.&lt;br /&gt;- Gandhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90523905?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90523905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90523905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90523905' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90523602</id><published>2003-03-11T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T08:53:10.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a wonderful morning already!  I got up and made some hot chocolate and watched Rugrats while I was talking to Aaron, then I got ready and went to my class and it was canceled! Lovely lovely morning. That means I only have one class today! God is so good to me :) Heh heh just kidding. But I sure am in a good mood this morning. Well time to go add a second counter to my site..... I want to see which one works better. Take care kids, and have a beautiful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90523602?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90523602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90523602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90523602' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90431627</id><published>2003-03-09T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T20:49:41.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaron's back! Aaron's back! Aaron's back! Aaron's back! Geez I am such a nerd. hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90431627?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90431627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90431627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90431627' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90429079</id><published>2003-03-09T19:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T19:59:25.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so ready for everyone to be back. Especially Aaron. I spent so much time hanging out with him I am going through withdrawal. Haha. And Jake too. COME BACK! RIGHT NOW! AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90429079?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90429079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90429079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90429079' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90422940</id><published>2003-03-09T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T17:40:30.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to be a controversial post for a small amount of people. But I have to say it. I can't go on living like this.  There are times when God calls for a change in your life, and that time has come in my life.  I can't ignore my relationship with Him. He is number one in my life. I know some of you may not understand that. I know some of you may think I am a hypocrite.  However, I am lucky that I have a God that is so faithful to me. Things cannot be as they once were. I have to make changes in my life.  I have to commit myself again to Him, I have to reject the things in my life that He has told me to.  So that is what is going to happen. I am sorry if people are hurt, I am sorry if things aren't going the way that I promised people they would go, but my relationship with God is so much more important to me right now.  I can't be wishy-washy anymore. I can't be so soft.... I have to stand up and make the right decision and do what I know is right. Fleshly desires will fade... they will change... they will go away... but God is always there, He stands forever, He knows what is best for me. And I want that. And I am not going to let any small worldly desires take away what God has for me. I am sorry if you think this has something to do with you, or if you are totally confused and have no idea what I am talking about. It is probably best that you don't ask any questions. Just let me do what I am supposed to do, because if you stand in the way of what God wants to do in my life, I will be angry, and so will God. I know, you probably think I am a psycho and a freak and a hypocrite, but I don't care. I am tired of living a double-standard life. I am standing for God, and nothing else will get in the way. Nothing. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90422940?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90422940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90422940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90422940' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90384625</id><published>2003-03-08T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T22:19:39.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a nice day. i slept at my sister's and then did nothing of major importance. Checked email n talked to some friends, stuff like that.  went to mudhouse tonight with brandon, that was lots of fun. we left early though because he had to go see his girlfriend when she got back from her spring break trip. &lt;br /&gt;I got lots of fun birthday wishes yesterday from my sister, Kelvin, Gramma T., my mom, my little bro, Brandon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gerl.org"&gt;Jamiee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://notori0us.net"&gt;Ash&lt;/a&gt;, Chris, Del, &lt;a href="http://dooglas.org"&gt;Doug&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.eploser.net/blush"&gt;Julie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://girl-uncensored.net"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ishism.net/cloe"&gt;Cloe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://urbankid.net"&gt;JR&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.playgerl.org/~jill"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.chasingstars.com/spice/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ishism.net/nella"&gt;Nella&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blissfulness.net"&gt;Molly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~dennis183/"&gt;Dennis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fresh+juicy.blogspot.com"&gt;Cleophas&lt;/a&gt;, and Aaron. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90384625?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90384625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90384625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90384625' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90332059</id><published>2003-03-07T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T19:15:59.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! site's back up and running.... had to delete all my work on the other design and i am just using a template this time and i dont really care. haha. oh well..... no worries.... i had a good day today and i am going to eat some pot roast yum yum yum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90332059?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90332059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90332059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90332059' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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-3451131.post-90295652</id><published>2003-03-07T05:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T05:33:29.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh, i dont know what is going on with my site, but i tried to add a link and now all the html in the editing section is gone. gone gone gone. i dont know what to do. ohhh man this is not good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3451131-90295652?l=somthngelectric.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90295652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3451131/posts/default/90295652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somthngelectric.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90295652' title=''/><author><name>Elisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16903472446275234668</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>
