<?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-18150774</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:02:32.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma Cutie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113407825145829625</id><published>2005-12-08T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:44:11.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can it be true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Picture%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week long, the talk has been of snow, the first thing that comes to my mind is great, another tease of snow where we still have to go to school. Boy was I wrong, I woke up this morning to the great news of NO SCHOOL! not because of the snow but the simple fact that it was not above 21 deg today. It was really nice, I enjoyed it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well time to spend the rest of my day working on a stupid english project. oh well....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh ya, notice robert's car has the snow on it....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113407825145829625?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113407825145829625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113407825145829625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113407825145829625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113407825145829625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-it-be-true.html' title='can it be true...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113382331472982256</id><published>2005-12-05T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:55:15.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i never was smart</title><content type='html'>Today I heard on the radio that it was 17 deg outside and the high for the day was barely 40 deg and its only going to get colder. Well in prepration for the cold I wore warm clothes, jeans, couple shirts, a big jacket and then of course I put on my flip flops...I never was that smart, I mean it didn't bother me but just about anyone who saw me wearing them said I was crazy and that was my excuse..."I never was smart"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying hard to get to take my finals early so I can be here the 19th and 20th for my family christmas instead of being at school and for some reason they aren't wanting me to do that but you know what, I know who my Gma and my dad are and I follow them right along, and when I say that I mean I am STUBBORN, I will miss atleast Tues the 20th for Christmas. There is no stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am out for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113382331472982256?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113382331472982256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113382331472982256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113382331472982256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113382331472982256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-never-was-smart.html' title='i never was smart'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113372004571102410</id><published>2005-12-04T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T12:14:05.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my ability</title><content type='html'>Well my ability to keep cleaning has just about come to an end. I have cleaned the t.v. room, kitchen, front room and done my laundry. I do not think I can do much more, I'm just sick and tired of it. Well Fri night I went to OU to watch my h.s. team dominate Mustang 33-7 in the state finals, so once again we are 6A state football champs. big surprise. It was not the same without beating Jenks. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was rough for me, I cried so much that I literally became sick about about threw up. I am feeling a little better but i'm just not hungry, I tried to eat but couldnt.&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my christmas shopping is almost done, all I have left is Rob and whats her face. Jeff I got your pres and if you are reading this, I have one hint for you on what it is: Its the gift that keeps on giving (insert evil laugh here)....do you know it? Guess you will find out soon enough when you come down here for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Well my bro comes back in a week, I have no idea when I am suppost to pick him up, he just said he was taking a quarter so he could call me when he was in the airport. I do not know why he didnt just take his phone. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113372004571102410?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113372004571102410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113372004571102410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113372004571102410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113372004571102410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-ability.html' title='my ability'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113331966073911249</id><published>2005-11-29T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:01:00.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning. . .</title><content type='html'>Well Friday night Union beat B.A. pretty badly, something like 47-7, it was not pretty for a semi final game. This friday we play Mustang at OU! I am pretty excited about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water heater got put in today and I am really happy about that because that means I do not have to bum showers off of friends because now I have hot water! Even though I did have to pay for some parts that were not included in the purchase my brother made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I spent a good 6 hours cleaning one room. The T.V. room and then I spent a couple more bucks on some Christmas lights. Yes, I cleaned and hung up Christmas lights. Weird huh? I am trying to complete a spring clean in the winter before the weekend. Speaking of Christmas, I put the first present underneath the tree today and whose present could that be? None other than my fathers! Hopefully Vern will get his act together and get my father home for Christmas. Sounds like most Americans saying bring my son home for Christmas. Key word on son because men are required to sign up for the draft but some how women arent. Created equal? I dont think so! Well I am off to go clean some more. Night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113331966073911249?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113331966073911249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113331966073911249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113331966073911249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113331966073911249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning. . .'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113315690693703253</id><published>2005-11-27T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:48:26.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flies. . .</title><content type='html'>So today has been an interesting day. I woke up at 630 to make my bro pancakes but in doing so it required that I wake up after getting 3 hours of sleep...then I had to go to church so I didn't go back to sleep so needless to say I was tired all day. Jake got in trouble and somehow that made me get in trouble. Went out to eat and all was fine. Went to play football where it was so windy that the goal posts were blowing over, I think it finally fell over a couple hours ago. Thanks to the wind, I kicked a 60 yd, field goal, a new personal best. After that I came home to find my house without power...but it came back on and I got my car in the garage and then it decided to go out for 4 hours where I ate chips and salsa by candle light, it was romantic and then I took a nap for the rest of the time therefore I will most likely not be able to sleep tonight. I found out that Mustang won fri night due to a controversal call and we will be playing them in Norman on Fri night, I am excited I get to go set up the teepee there but I am not sure if I want to stay the night up there or night and see some old friends. Decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here is the question of the day: How are flies breed or created because somehow I have an endless supply of flies and I can not figure out where they are coming from. They are really annoying and they all need to die and be gone forever. Any opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No poem tonight because i'm in bed tired and not wanting to go to school tomorrow. Night all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113315690693703253?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113315690693703253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113315690693703253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113315690693703253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113315690693703253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/flies.html' title='Flies. . .'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113307548204162310</id><published>2005-11-26T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:11:22.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So long</title><content type='html'>Well, my brother leaves tomorrow morning, I am going to wake up extremely early and make him some pancakes, I hope they turn out better than the last batch I tried to make. . . we shall see but no matter what its the thought that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;So my meeting with the Florida coach got cancelled because he had some family trouble or something like that to where he could not come down here this weekend. I am have a small list of colleges that my h.s. coach has been talking to about me, the bad thing is, two of those schools have a losing record by a long shot and i do not know if I could handle that. The school my dad said would be best, has a winning record and also has what I would like to study, so that is a definate plus and I think I could get instate tuition because my bro  will have been living in Texas for a year and I oculd use his address as a home address or whatever...cant I? I guess we will see if that even works out for me to go there.&lt;br /&gt;Well it has been a good Thanksgiving break and I only have 17 school days left till Christmas break and I have no idea what I even want for Christmas, thats not good. ha not that I would get what I asked for anyways. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to listen to Hero Factor play some songs down at Bostons. I will post again at a later date&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no poems today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113307548204162310?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113307548204162310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113307548204162310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113307548204162310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113307548204162310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-long.html' title='So long'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113298204954410271</id><published>2005-11-25T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:14:09.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you dad</title><content type='html'>Hey dad, I have a list of schools that I would like for you to take a look at and tell me what you think: Nova Southern; NSU; Alabama-Huntsville; Midwestern St.; and UNC-Asheville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also , I have had no luck with the credit card, the people at the bank could not even help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113298204954410271?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113298204954410271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113298204954410271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113298204954410271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113298204954410271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-for-you-dad.html' title='Just for you dad'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113295170080325596</id><published>2005-11-25T14:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T14:48:20.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><content type='html'>As I sit and read comments on all that I have writen, I think it is funny how adults just love to argue and make their own points in life. I just sit back and watch you guys try and prove points and how the other is wrong and all that good stuff, I really do get a good kick out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should have put this sooner but a disclaimer on all my poems you read in here, most of this stuff, I do not believe nor have I felt, I am just good at it, so I am told. So I leave you with this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I dont know how I was so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so stupid to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to give my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was all jsut a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i lay awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i never sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;not even sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;will give a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;from this hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a life time of cracking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;till the day i finally break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113295170080325596?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113295170080325596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113295170080325596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113295170080325596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113295170080325596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/interesting.html' title='interesting'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113291843085621338</id><published>2005-11-25T05:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T05:33:50.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep</title><content type='html'>So its now 5:30 on Friday morning and I can not sleep, I just got done watching three movies: Top Gun; Animal House; and Anger Management. I guess the reason I can not sleep is due to the fact that I took a three hour nap today, but I dont know,  I have been wrong before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I guess it would be, are the semi finals of football and []_&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; _[]  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vs B.A. and then on the other side is Mustang vs Muskogee. I am very confident that we will be playing Muskogee in the finals, but I guess you can never be to sure. All I know, is that it is going to be freezing, so everyone better dress really warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to watch another movie and attempt to fall asleep because that is how I fall asleep, it is to hard for me to if there is no noise, I guess I owe a big thanks to that to my dad would would make a lot of noise when I was a kid when I napped so I could sleep through anything. Thanks pops. Before I go I will leave you with a little poem I wrote in less than 10 seconds, but I really want to know what people honestly think about it and I know I can count on you guys, so don't let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i cant help but to think&lt;br /&gt;that at one point&lt;br /&gt;you really did love&lt;br /&gt;that you really wanted to spend&lt;br /&gt;every waking moment&lt;br /&gt;showing me how you really felt&lt;br /&gt;that at one point&lt;br /&gt;you really did love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113291843085621338?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113291843085621338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113291843085621338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113291843085621338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113291843085621338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113277386983222514</id><published>2005-11-23T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T13:34:54.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/stockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/stockings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is beginning to look a lot like Christmas, its getting cold and the Christmas tree is now up and the stockings are hung over the fire place like they are suppost to be.&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when you just have to let go, you just have to accept that you aren't the one she wants to be with, and I guess I am fine with that, all I wanted was a reason or even an ecxuse would work, not for her to just stop talking, you know?&lt;br /&gt;Ya well this is weird putting that on there because the only ones that read it are family and i'm not to sure they really care about my love life but hey why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;To cry in front of you&lt;br /&gt;To show how deep it hurts&lt;br /&gt;To see you laugh&lt;br /&gt;While you left me to cry&lt;br /&gt;Is the worst thing i could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113277386983222514?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113277386983222514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113277386983222514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113277386983222514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113277386983222514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113271581185464525</id><published>2005-11-22T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:16:51.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>Well it is time for another break from school, this one is called Thanksgiving and I am very thankful to have it. All I have planned is to clean house, fix the fireplace, hang out with friends, and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Dad, are you still coming home on the 18th?&lt;br /&gt;Well, my bro leaves in less than a week for Africa, I think he is trying to touch every continent before he dies, I think he will have 3 of them after this. It will be nice to have him gone for 2 weeks. I just hope he will buy some food before he goes other wise I will be buying some, I dont mind doing it, but it was not my job.&lt;br /&gt;Well time to hang out with some friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Why do I love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That the next will be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That you will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But I know deep down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That you are all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113271581185464525?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113271581185464525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113271581185464525' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113271581185464525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113271581185464525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113252606457116525</id><published>2005-11-20T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:34:24.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas music</title><content type='html'>Well, I have already started listening to Christmas music...I know it is not even Thanksgiving yet but it is ok. I hate the cold, I am not that big a fan of snow, but how do I love a good christmas song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had my lasy home game for football last night, we beat Westmoore in the quarterfinals of playoffs, we have B.A. next week at Skelly. We should win that one and go on to win state against most likely Muskogee. Nothing like winning state my senior year. The only thing I will not like about it, is the day it will be held on. Dec 3. It is coming up on yet another year of being without. I love you mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have much other to say, so I am going to go TRY and FIND something in the house I can cook. Wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113252606457116525?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113252606457116525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113252606457116525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113252606457116525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113252606457116525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-music.html' title='Christmas music'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113220378028205299</id><published>2005-11-16T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:03:00.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is not a lie, squirrel #3 ladys and gentlemen. At the request of my sister, this one got to live. I am sure he is outside right now going man why did I jump down that fireplace. The next one dies! sorry Jessica. I decided to name this one sneaky because when I went to grab it he "disappeared" but i caught him on the corner of the fireplace chillin on the bricks, hes a sly little devil. Sorry dad, no poem for this one, atleast yet.&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113220378028205299?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113220378028205299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113220378028205299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113220378028205299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113220378028205299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-one.html' title='Another one?'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113220189256924250</id><published>2005-11-16T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:31:32.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting sick...</title><content type='html'>Well today was an interesting day, I woke up at 10 this morning, I am suppost to be at school at 815, I had to give a speech that I had no idea what I was going to say and in that speech I had to tie the teepee poles together and I had no idea how to do it really, but it worked. Next, I forgot to do my  vocab so I have to do it tonight and turn it in tomorrow.  Soccer was really boring cause I was a dummy ALL practice and then I came home and just slept all afternoon long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for another poem: (this one was written in a short period of time for some girls I met at state convention, I emailed it to their principal because I had no idea how to get ahold of them and evidentally, he read it out loud at one of their meetings in front of a bunch of people and I guess they flipped out when they heard the title, because it was what I called them the whole time I saw them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Oologah Girls:&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like starting out&lt;br /&gt;With four girls who only pout&lt;br /&gt;Put in a room that smelled&lt;br /&gt;They only yelled and yelled&lt;br /&gt;Quickly accused of stalking&lt;br /&gt;These girls never did quit talking&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in black and brown&lt;br /&gt;These girls should have worn a crown&lt;br /&gt;We did not do the jive&lt;br /&gt;But we did feel very much alive&lt;br /&gt;They had no clue&lt;br /&gt;All dressed in blue&lt;br /&gt;They would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;Till the very end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113220189256924250?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113220189256924250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113220189256924250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113220189256924250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113220189256924250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-getting-sick.html' title='I&apos;m getting sick...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113209923892669799</id><published>2005-11-15T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:00:38.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its freezing</title><content type='html'>Well, it is officially freezing outside now, I would know, I spent all day outside. We had to set up the TeePee for this little preschool and well they failed to mention to us, they did not have a room big enough for us to throw the TeePee up, so we had to go outside where it was 45 ish degrees, really windy so it about fell over and of course, I was wearing flip flops. Got a nice little lunch at the Brook and then we had to go back to school for 5th and 6th hour where I didn't do anything except play soccer in the freezing cold. BRR! I am fine now, I made it inside got some warm clothes on, cuddled up in my blanket and almost fell asleep until I remembered I have to write my speech for tomorrow on how to set up the TeePee. It should be interesting cause I am not sure exactly how the three main poles are tied together. The rest of the week should be fairly easy, pep rally set up tomorrow night, fri we have the pep rally and we have to set up the TeePee again for that and then sat night is the second round of playoffs where for the fourth time this week, we will have to set it up. We should easily win but you never can tell, I am still mad that Jenks lost because there will never be a Jenks vs Union football game in my H.S. career. Oh, and then there is sun, I am going to church, prob have some h.w. I think I am suppost to hang out with Britt sometime, if she comes in town and then that is about it. Then there is mon and tues and then its FALL BREAK! a 5 day weekend and then my bro is on his way to Africa for 2 weeks. I think he is going to miss me. I mean who wouldnt?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is time for my dinner, even though I have no idea what that will be so I am out like a fat kid in dodgeball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113209923892669799?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113209923892669799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113209923892669799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113209923892669799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113209923892669799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-freezing.html' title='Its freezing'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113202855857230485</id><published>2005-11-14T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:22:38.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't you proud</title><content type='html'>You know, I was thinking about it tonight and I have not told/shown my dad some of my accomplishments lately. so here they are:&lt;br /&gt;My New and Improved ACT score of: 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Pics%20050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Pics%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my state ring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Pics%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Pics%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Pics%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Pics%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Pics%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Pics%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all she wrote for tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113202855857230485?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113202855857230485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113202855857230485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113202855857230485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113202855857230485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/arent-you-proud.html' title='Aren&apos;t you proud'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113182184390683660</id><published>2005-11-12T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T12:57:23.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel poem</title><content type='html'>The squirrel dropped in&lt;br /&gt;Looking oh so very thin&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a grin&lt;br /&gt;Becuase he knew he didnt win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did he know&lt;br /&gt;He would soon be the main show&lt;br /&gt;Until he became to slow&lt;br /&gt;Where he would be a pretty orange glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there is a sign&lt;br /&gt;Half way up the pine&lt;br /&gt;That says "If you like to dine...&lt;br /&gt;Fall in line"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in fell another&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was his mother&lt;br /&gt;Or possiably his brother&lt;br /&gt;Or could be just any other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I knew&lt;br /&gt;Was these guys were through&lt;br /&gt;Because the fell through the flu&lt;br /&gt;And into my stew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113182184390683660?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113182184390683660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113182184390683660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113182184390683660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113182184390683660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/squirrel-poem.html' title='Squirrel poem'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113167199514275375</id><published>2005-11-10T19:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T19:19:55.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Numnuts and Brett...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Pics%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Pics%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numnuts and Brett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well it all started when two squirrels decided they wanted to play a little game of who can fall the fastest. They both got up on the roof and made there way over to the chimney spout thing and counted to three...Well Brett being a cheater, jumped down on two and landed with a loud thud. Numnuts not paying any attention jumped in right after that and to landed with a thud. Now these two squirrels are in a dark room made of metal and have no idea why they had stopped there and not made it all the way through. Push comes to shove and they end up killing themselves because Robert did not feed them (Thats for you Sis), Robert being the "little boy with a magnifying glass" only gave them one tiny acorn and made them fight for it. Well to make a long story short, they both died, smelled up my house, I had to  open the flu and get them down because they were stuck up there (oh ya dad, um...the flu wont close cause the lil cord thing broke off and well ya....) and Robert had to put them in the trash can an take them outside. That is the story of Numnuts and Brett. Hope you enjoyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113167199514275375?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113167199514275375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113167199514275375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113167199514275375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113167199514275375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/story-of-numnuts-and-brett.html' title='The Story of Numnuts and Brett...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113158506749703159</id><published>2005-11-09T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:11:07.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes a police man...</title><content type='html'>So I was on my way to school this morning, all 1 mile of it and somehow I managed to get a speeding ticket....GOT YA!. i'm kidding.  But I have tons of make up work because of the days I missed for State Convention. Good news though, I bought myself a pair of slippers today. I also bought my bro a pair to. I"m so sweet. It is getting cold out side and that isnt good because there is a dead squirrel in my fire place that I guess my bro has known about for a week now and I havent been home so I didnt know about it, so he has just had the windows open to get rid of the smell...and people say i'm lazy. ha. I told jessica that robert killed it and she wasnt to happy because she loves squirrels but then I told her I was kidding and all was forgiven. Anyways that is all I have for you for today, sorry nothing that great has been up here lately. Ta Ta For Now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113158506749703159?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113158506749703159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113158506749703159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113158506749703159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113158506749703159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-comes-police-man.html' title='here comes a police man...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113141829799415831</id><published>2005-11-07T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:51:38.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its finally over...</title><content type='html'>Well it is finally over, I had blast setting up, yelling and losing my voice, dancing my butt off, and cleaning up...I am glad it is over, now if I can just catch back up in school and figure some things out, I will be set. I am skipping school tomorrow to work on an Eng assignment my teach gave us knowing we wouldnt have time to do, but now I am going to sleep cause I have prob got about 15 or so hours of sleep in the past 3 days. night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113141829799415831?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113141829799415831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113141829799415831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113141829799415831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113141829799415831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-finally-over.html' title='Its finally over...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113116097801721486</id><published>2005-11-04T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T21:22:58.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol reporters</title><content type='html'>Well, today I had my first taste of being misquoted by a reporter. Thanks to Nancy Chen, I have principles and lots of people at my school not liking me because I was quoted as saying "I hate state convention and everyone wants to quit" but what I really said was "I really like state convention, it is a lot of fun but I am ready for it to be over"...Thanks once again Nancy and I cant wait to talk to you. Well to start off I have no idea what I am suppost to be doing this weekend becuase our wonderful guides girls took all of our info back so we have no idea where anything is and what time we do what, etc. This should be interesting. Second of all, I have to be at school from 7 a.m. to midnight on Sat, Sun, and Mon. How crappy is that. Third of all, I am going to be able to go on my little christmas trip and senior trip, it will be soo much fun. Thank you very much! Well, I better be getting to bed so I can make it through tomorrow. Night all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a ship at sea&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting away&lt;br /&gt;Cast to a living hell&lt;br /&gt;Of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Memories of you&lt;br /&gt;No hpe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to make it right again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113116097801721486?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113116097801721486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113116097801721486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113116097801721486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113116097801721486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-ol-reporters.html' title='Good ol reporters'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113106652794285796</id><published>2005-11-03T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:10:58.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry up</title><content type='html'>I can not wait for state convention to be over with, it is taking up soo much time and making everyone cranky. But after  mon night, it will be finished and I wont have to mess with it. So as to my previous post, I think I am going to be able to go on my senior trip and possiably a ski trip in Jan. we shall see. I am here at Jakes house and I was going to get in his hot tub but his dad called and told us we could not get in. boo. but for that reason, I will not have a lil poem for you, sorry. I am going to head back home I guess so I will talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113106652794285796?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113106652794285796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113106652794285796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113106652794285796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113106652794285796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/hurry-up.html' title='Hurry up'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113089774637641730</id><published>2005-11-01T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:15:46.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You just smile and take my hand</title><content type='html'>It is Tues and I am already ready for weekend, even though I will not have one because of state convention which I am SOO excited for it to be over. So they other night was Senior night and my bro Jeff walked with me since my dad is temporaily unavailable. ha. the pics are on kidwellsphotography.com then go to events and the password is seniors . They are cute but I think my bro is missing a button on his shirt, its kind of funny. he is a DORK. I am a little upset because I think one of my bros forgot my birthday, not that I didnt expect it but just one of those things that you notice.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized today that my senior year is winding down sooner than not. It is almost time for christmas break and then I only have a semester left. It will be sad to leave everyone but I am ready for it. Hopefully I can figure out the college thing, I really dont like it because its just no fun trying to get accepted somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;So ya I am out because I have a huge Eng project due Mon and I do not have a free night to work on it till then and we do not have class time so looks like I will be pulling some late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the hood of my car&lt;br /&gt;Trying to count all the stars&lt;br /&gt;We didn't make it very far&lt;br /&gt;We both fell so deeply that night&lt;br /&gt;In love or in a fight&lt;br /&gt;We would always feel&lt;br /&gt;That there could never be another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isnt that great but I just made it up so cut me some slack. Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113089774637641730?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113089774637641730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113089774637641730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113089774637641730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113089774637641730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-just-smile-and-take-my-hand.html' title='You just smile and take my hand'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113073049280629980</id><published>2005-10-30T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:57:58.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Me%20and%20Chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Me%20and%20Chelsea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Eric,%20Alex,%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Eric%2C%20Alex%2C%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the weekend is over and it is time for another week at school. Friday night was senior night, so Jeff walked me out onto the field and then me, him, sniff, and whats her face went out to eat for my birthday and then I went back to the game. Sat, I was up at school all day helping to set up for state convention and then I went to see Saw II which was awesome. Today I slept till 11, went to school to help set up again, and then had a costume party tonight, I was an M&amp;amp;M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As things look right now, no christmas or senior trip for philip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As I lay in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I cant help but wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Where my love has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The sound of thunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;is my breaking heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;just like every days dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;is the thought of you in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113073049280629980?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113073049280629980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113073049280629980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113073049280629980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113073049280629980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-is-over.html' title='Weekend is over...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113056935950131439</id><published>2005-10-29T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T02:05:27.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F.</title><content type='html'>Today was not half bad, I woke up to go to school which really sucked cause it was just one of those days where my room was freezing and my bed was soo warm so it was super hard to get up. I did not want to get out of the shower because it felt so good, so needless to say, I was almost late for school. When I say almost late I mean I was still there early but not quite as early as I normally am. I have no idea why I get up so early, I dont think I ever got over getting up early from the summer. I had a math test that I think I did really good on in first hour, second hour, we did not have to do anything, nor third hour. Fourth hour I had to give my speech and I am finally glad it is over, even though it was a min and a half short of the time min. In good ol Mrs Ghose's 5th hour, we just read all hour and then soccer was good. I am a little worried because my defense does not know what to do half the time, they are so young and I am use to playing with guys older and more experienced than me. Guess they will learn sooner or later. After that I came home and went straight to sleep and was late getting up to the football game where it was senior night so I got to walk out onto the field with my bro Jeff, who everyone thought was my dad for some odd reason. That would have to mean Jeff was 8 when he had me, go figure. After that we all went out to eat to celebreat my bday and then I finished up the football game, which we won 48-7, not much of a game for being game of the week. Went to Lydia's to watch Saw because i'm going to see Saw II tomorrow night as a little b-day party for me and Trent. Now I am off to bed but first I will leave you with yet another poem because i'm sure there is one person out there who enjoys them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tell me you've had trouble sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That you toss and turn from side to side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That it is my face you've been seeing in your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tell me that you live for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That forever is never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That you've waited all your life to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That you want so badly to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tell me its not just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113056935950131439?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113056935950131439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113056935950131439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113056935950131439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113056935950131439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F.'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113047544562828858</id><published>2005-10-27T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:57:25.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How late are you up?</title><content type='html'>Well done finlegs, now we step it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;"There are three words in the English language that end in -GRY. Two are HUNGRY and ANGRY. The third one everyone uses every day and knows what it stands for. If you listened carefully, I already told you what the word is. What is the third word?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113047544562828858?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113047544562828858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113047544562828858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113047544562828858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113047544562828858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-late-are-you-up.html' title='How late are you up?'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113046678284849453</id><published>2005-10-27T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:33:02.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for you finlegs...</title><content type='html'>finlegs I have a riddle for you since you are yourself a mystery....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If a chicken an a half lay an egg an a half in a day in a half, how long does it take to lay 24 eggs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I give you till tomorrow night to find the answer... Best of luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113046678284849453?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113046678284849453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113046678284849453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113046678284849453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113046678284849453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-for-you-finlegs.html' title='Just for you finlegs...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113045982485424572</id><published>2005-10-27T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:37:04.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is over...</title><content type='html'>My birthday is over, now I am just another kid walking around school. Oh well it is ok. Today was just another day, school, homework, soccer, and back home. Nothing to big going on tonight so I will leave you with two poems tonight instead of the typical one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;is like the hours of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;they come and go everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but one day, it will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Dare I speak your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Date I let anyone know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Do I shout it from a mountain top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;or do I keet it bottled up inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Will you love me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Or will my heart be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113045982485424572?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113045982485424572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113045982485424572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113045982485424572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113045982485424572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-is-over.html' title='It is over...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113037299701902676</id><published>2005-10-26T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T20:08:27.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it this far...</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 18th TO ME!!.. i love philip davis!!!!!!!!! love elizabeth...................HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHILIP DAVIS! love brittni!GOSH your the bestest!&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my friends there...Today was a good day, I was woken up about 6 from friends calling/texting me wishing me a happy 18, and then I got to talk to my dad for a good period of time which was awesome. After that, I made it to school where I was instantly greeted with hugs and what not from people who for some reason love me. I guess everyone is thinking I am to skinny because instead of getting me a birthday cake, I was given 4 cakes, and 2 big ol bags of cookies. One cake from my bro, One cake from friends at school, One cake from Soccer and another little cake from Lauren, and then cookies from my friends above and from Dena. I got to go to dinner with the McDaniels, which was good. It was funny though because a waitor came by and looked at me and Jake and was like ya the hostesses are getting a good work out because they keep walking around your table to get a look at you guys. Ha. makes a little boy feel good deep down. The sad part of the day is the fact that I still have homework I have to do which sadly, I do not know how to do. So I am off to get fat and maybe do some homework, I am not sure seeing as how it is my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, I did not forget the poem: (this one was written for my best friend, Baker)&lt;br /&gt;To show the love I have for you is impossiable&lt;br /&gt;It can not be expressed in mear words or a picture&lt;br /&gt;It can not be bought or proven in any way&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is how I feel, how I have always felt&lt;br /&gt;The way you made me feel the first day we met&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget&lt;br /&gt;We have been the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;Youre leaving me will finally break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Which I have held together for so long, just longing to&lt;br /&gt;Hear you say the words..."I love you"...&lt;br /&gt;Those words I will never hear&lt;br /&gt;You are leaving&lt;br /&gt;The times we have had&lt;br /&gt;The ones we will never share, are to many to count&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we met and fell in love...&lt;br /&gt;Even though we did not work out&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget it&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;and will always remain yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113037299701902676?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113037299701902676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113037299701902676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113037299701902676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113037299701902676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/made-it-this-far.html' title='Made it this far...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113029624185787644</id><published>2005-10-25T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:10:41.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting old...</title><content type='html'>Well there is only 2 short hours left to go before I finally turn the long awaited 18! Which means I can go watch a movie and it be pretty dang close to my bday...If people do what they say they are going to be doing, I will be eating cake, cookies, and brownies for a long time to come. No big deal I can do that. I can talk about my bday tomorrow, right now, its time to talk about what I did today.&lt;br /&gt;I did the typical wake up thing and some how made my way to school. I breezed through my first two hours and then came photography. I was developing some film and my teacher made me waste 3 sheets of paper on something that should take 1 and she is trying to make me do it again tomorrow. I would not mind if the paper was not $20 for only 25 pieces...in 4th hour, I avoided yet again anoter day of giving my speech, I am a little nervous cause it is a sad speech. After that, school was a cake walk. I got to go to Elizabeths for dinner tonight where they did not show up till 40 mins after they told me to be there.&lt;br /&gt;at my dads request, its time for some more poetry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;by chance or destingy,&lt;br /&gt;no one can tell&lt;br /&gt;i am still wondering&lt;br /&gt;why me; why you&lt;br /&gt;what made us friends&lt;br /&gt;i do not know&lt;br /&gt;but i do know this&lt;br /&gt;i am glad it happened to me&lt;br /&gt;because i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113029624185787644?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113029624185787644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113029624185787644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113029624185787644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113029624185787644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-getting-old_25.html' title='I am getting old...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113029561317418457</id><published>2005-10-25T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T22:00:13.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113029561317418457?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113029561317418457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113029561317418457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113029561317418457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113029561317418457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-getting-old.html' title='I am getting old...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113018888976989481</id><published>2005-10-24T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T16:21:29.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds like you have a case of the Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, its Monday and I am just a little upset that I had to get up and go to school. It is my birthday week and I shouldn't have to do anything. Oh well. School was just so-so just a typical day and then I get to soccer and we have to run ALL practice but I convinced the coach to cut it early becuase my birthday is this week. Could not have been born at a better time. Ha. Well tonight I have homework (Math, Eng and I may change my speech topic), Young Life and then the famous Laguna Beach at Chelsea's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ta Ta For Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113018888976989481?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113018888976989481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113018888976989481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113018888976989481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113018888976989481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/sounds-like-you-have-case-of-mondays.html' title='Sounds like you have a case of the Mondays'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113011978520051922</id><published>2005-10-23T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:10:48.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another typical Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was just another typical little Sunday for me, woke up, went to church, ate lunch, came home and slept and worked on home work. A few things i'm pretty excited about are that my week is pretty much filled with dinners and what not to attend since its my bday week and all. Tues- Hahn's Wed (my B-day)- McDaniel's Sat- friends. I have also had some people promise me presents and cakes and what not so we will see if they follow through. I am also trying to decide a couple things: the typical where I want to go to college and also if I want to go on a ski trip this Jan. I know I want to but if I do the chances of me going on a senior trip are probing going to be shot to hell...I just dont know, I wish I could do both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113011978520051922?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113011978520051922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113011978520051922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113011978520051922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113011978520051922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-typical-sunday.html' title='Another typical Sunday'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-113001887278373102</id><published>2005-10-22T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T17:07:52.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early morning</title><content type='html'>I had an early morning this morning. I had to get up to take the ACT, which I think I did fairly decent on, but I guess we will see in 4-7 weeks. After that, I came home, put My Fair Lady on and awoke 5 hours later. Now I have the joy of doing some homework or I can procrastinate it and I can go out to eat for a friends birthday. I better hurry up and decide because time is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i see you everyday&lt;br /&gt;but youre not there&lt;br /&gt;your unforgetufl face&lt;br /&gt;is something i can never forget&lt;br /&gt;the times we had&lt;br /&gt;of laughter and sadness&lt;br /&gt;is what i see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is just a little snidbit of poetry type stuff that I have written over the years. I am never sure if I like them or not but people always say they are good. Who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-113001887278373102?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/113001887278373102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=113001887278373102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113001887278373102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/113001887278373102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/early-morning.html' title='Early morning'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-112995455140855758</id><published>2005-10-21T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:06:20.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of many pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Me%20&amp;%20Kt,%20Jake%20&amp;amp;%20Steph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Me%20%26%20Kt%2C%20Jake%20%26%20Steph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Me%20and%20Kt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Me%20and%20Kt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So Hoedown was a lot of fun.  My date, Kt, was a soph. yes I know, it is a senior Hoedown but she is the one I wanted to go with. I rode this thing called a mechanical bull that I never want to ride again because the guy operating it thought it would be neat to make me rack myself on it, needless to say I was in pain the rest of the night. I actually learned how to line dance which was pretty exciting for me because outside of that, I have no idea how to dance. I mean lets face it, i'm w.h.i.t......e. (that was for anyone who has seen dodgeball). Well, it is my bed time because I do have that weird thing called that ACT in the morning. Night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Line%20Dancing....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Line%20Dancing....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Ouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Ouch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Senior%20pic%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-112995455140855758?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/112995455140855758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=112995455140855758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/112995455140855758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/112995455140855758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/start-of-many-pictures.html' title='The start of many pictures...'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18150774.post-112995273538511828</id><published>2005-10-21T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:02:05.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No better time to start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/320/Senior%20pic%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome one and all, I am JoJo the Indian circus boy. I decided to start one of these up so I could make some weird jokes along with my dad because heridity is a freighting thing. Oh ya, I am horriable at spelling so you will find many mistakes as time goes on. Hope you enjoy anything and everything this little blog throws at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18150774-112995273538511828?l=pjskins6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/feeds/112995273538511828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18150774&amp;postID=112995273538511828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/112995273538511828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18150774/posts/default/112995273538511828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pjskins6.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-better-time-to-start.html' title='No better time to start'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16693266624901829144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/313/1769/1600/Senior%20pic%201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
