<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4902163308519023388</id><updated>2024-10-06T23:18:36.014-07:00</updated><category term="high school"/><category term="life"/><category term="future"/><category term="Love"/><category term="english"/><category term="entertainment"/><category term="music"/><category term="graduation"/><category term="job"/><category term="news"/><category term="psychology"/><category term="school"/><category term="Christmas"/><category term="Technology"/><category term="career"/><category term="homework"/><category term="literature"/><category term="misfits"/><category 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term="family"/><category term="famous"/><category term="fans"/><category term="film"/><category term="funny"/><category term="girl"/><category term="girls"/><category term="government"/><category term="hack"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="hbc"/><category term="hugs"/><category term="human"/><category term="i need a job"/><category term="immortality"/><category term="iphone"/><category term="ipod"/><category term="jim carrey"/><category term="lady gaga"/><category term="laugh"/><category term="life of a pirate"/><category term="list"/><category term="london"/><category term="lybia"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="mental disorders"/><category term="miley cyrus"/><category term="military"/><category term="mind blowing"/><category term="monday"/><category term="money"/><category term="morning"/><category term="movember"/><category term="movies"/><category term="my weekend"/><category term="new"/><category term="new girl"/><category term="new years"/><category 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term="soundtrack"/><category term="southern hemisphere"/><category term="sports"/><category term="stores"/><category term="story"/><category term="strong winds"/><category term="suicide"/><category term="superman"/><category term="target"/><category term="the war of the worlds"/><category term="tom cruise"/><category term="trouble"/><category term="tumblr"/><category term="twilight"/><category term="twitter"/><category term="united kingdom"/><category term="university"/><category term="video production"/><category term="visual basic"/><category term="waking up"/><category term="war"/><category term="weather"/><category term="weekday"/><category term="wind storm"/><category term="work"/><category term="writing"/><category term="yes man"/><category term="youtube"/><category term="zellers"/><title type='text'>All Tomorrow&#39;s Parties</title><subtitle type='html'>&quot;Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school.&quot; -Albert Einstein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Mister Rager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664829242306077534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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2 - No Social Networking</title><content type='html'>So I haven&#39;t talked to anyone for two days and I feel really good about myself. I wrote about 4 songs last night and slept at 4:00 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning I wrote one more, so I guess in total I have about 5 now in one day. Now, they aren&#39;t superb, I still haven&#39;t found the guitar sound for any of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have them hummed recorded as the melody, I just need to get back at practicing guitar and posting them up online. &lt;br /&gt;
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Not sure if I&#39;ll go toward soundcloud or Youtube, possibly both. I wish I had my own guitar though. Anyways, I&#39;m actual feeling a lot positive of this change. I&#39;m getting things together, at least I&#39;m doing well because I feel happy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/feeds/7745280316890619659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-2-no-social-networking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/7745280316890619659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/7745280316890619659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-2-no-social-networking.html' title='Day 2 - No Social Networking'/><author><name>Mister Rager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664829242306077534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQgTdKq0vhIYKH32JFtx71Kp4gJU3MxzDrVJ9z3SQ4ri9tFlfqV4vGe5JIg8pnshN1pS6AIbBm7vPAdLZHD4tbfccYCUHCxvSXxCd9ZSF3MKne6jV3PxI0qFB6xOrjQ/s220/IMG_0005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902163308519023388.post-3667227147566254319</id><published>2011-12-27T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:55:40.406-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="earthquake"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="earthquake prediction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="southern hemisphere"/><title type='text'>Major Earthquake expected to hit in the Southern Hemisphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width=&quot;693&quot; height=&quot;382&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/8_3CIUO8zPI?rel=0&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/feeds/3667227147566254319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/major-earthquake-expected-to-hit-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/3667227147566254319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/3667227147566254319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/major-earthquake-expected-to-hit-in.html' title='Major Earthquake expected to hit in the Southern Hemisphere'/><author><name>Mister Rager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664829242306077534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQgTdKq0vhIYKH32JFtx71Kp4gJU3MxzDrVJ9z3SQ4ri9tFlfqV4vGe5JIg8pnshN1pS6AIbBm7vPAdLZHD4tbfccYCUHCxvSXxCd9ZSF3MKne6jV3PxI0qFB6xOrjQ/s220/IMG_0005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/8_3CIUO8zPI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902163308519023388.post-1015614262123793039</id><published>2011-12-27T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T13:51:27.966-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bradley Cooper"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entertainment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="film"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jim carrey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="personal thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Peyton Reed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yes man"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Zooey Deschanel"/><title type='text'>Yes Man - Personal Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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I watched this last night and it really does give me strength. I always lay back on opportunities that can be a good change for my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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The character of Carl refuse to accept any plans that may rise and is living a very dull life making excuses. (Sorta like me.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Attending a “Yes Man” seminar, he is convinced his life can get better by saying, “Yes” In series of events, it went from bad to good and back to bad. He has no personal control on situations, and believes he has to say yes to everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you feel it’s right, and you want to do it, and you believe it’ll do you good, then say yes. If you feel it’s out of your strength than say no.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m a type of person to say I feel lonely and wish I could go out, but say no whenever somebody asks me to hang out. I have no idea why I do it, maybe because their definition of fun is different from mine.&lt;br /&gt;
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They like parties, drinking, eating, whereas I hate being involved in those places. I much rather go for a walk and sit at a bench to admire the day. Not many people do it, well, they do, but they’re all seniors. They wait until their dying days to see the beauty of life, I want to capture it early on and die knowing I admired the small things in life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Carl got lucky and met Alison who falls in love with him, she see’s he’s the brighter man in life, and being spontaneous makes a person so much better. You don’t know what to expect from them, and I believe that’s how life should be lived. Plans never go as planned, so do whatever your heart tells you, walk wherever your feet take you. If the mall is closed, if you’ve been denied a job, just keep walking. One thing I want to do with my life is get lost. Just be somewhere I’ve never been before like a tourist, and in order to find my way back, ask strangers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ll bring a cell phone in case if things don’t go out as planned.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are bumps to saying yes to everything. Carl ends up in a situation where he&#39;s accused of being a terrorist. Not all of us are going to be called terrorists if we say yes to everything, but we will find us in a situation that&#39;ll become difficult to grasp and you&#39;ll find out saying yes doesn&#39;t always bring good luck.&lt;br /&gt;
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This has been the 8th time I&#39;ve seen this film, and it&#39;s like how one person uses the bible to get through a day. &amp;nbsp;Yes Man is the&amp;nbsp;motivation&amp;nbsp;people need and it really brought me to my problems and how I can improve on them.&lt;br /&gt;
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To make this short, I’m not going to access my Tumblr, Twitter or Facebook account until March 1.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a lot I don’t do in a day and becoming a computer bound creature has really eaten away most of my life. Like I said to myself yesterday, I’m not going to wait until January 1 to make resolutions, Why do you have to wait so long just to make a change. I’m going to begin today. Tomorrow is too far away, however, the weather is not cooperating with me, this is not an excuse for me not to go for a walk. I made other plans if the weather isn’t going to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank god for books.&lt;br /&gt;
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The character of Joe is somebody I can incredibly relate too at some degree. He’s the dark part of my mind and the me I expose to everyone on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;
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His fantasy of shooting up the place where he works is a thought that has past my mind at some point in my life. &lt;br /&gt;
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A lot of people who watched this probably didn’t understand the part why he took it so seriously when Stefanie, the customer, gave him a glance. With some guys, nobody bothers to look at them simply because they don’t see it as a pleasant sight. Like they say though, little things always makes somebody’s day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone offers me a band-aid when I get a cut, I’ll never forget that about them because it’s a random act of kindness. I don’t see many people treating me like human, I usually have a creep presense with most females.&lt;br /&gt;
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His plan takes a turn from a single glance of a girl and he ends up getting a situation he never prepared for.&lt;br /&gt;
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He becomes friends with the hostage who turns out to be a former student at the same high school as the one he attended. His story of him jerking in the study hall has made him famous according to Stefanie, but Joe disgusts that memories and throws a fit.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe a lot of people in DJ Qualls life have questioned his figure and judged him for it when he’s really suffered from Hodgkin’s lymphoma. As Joe, Qualls did a very good job portraying the character because I feel he really revealed an actual part of himself.&lt;br /&gt;
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IMDB gave it 5/10 I guess because there were some misunderstanding in the story, Possible thoughts like it may encourage people to do the same. Whatever happened to the CNN tape he sent in the mailbox? Did Stefanie tell the truth when telling her stories? I guess the viewer can create those parts.&lt;br /&gt;
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I managed to get around on watching 50/50 two days ago, and in my opinion, it’s number 1 on the movies that stick to the heart. I laughed, and I cried, and it brought out a lot in reality than just plain Hollywood lines.&lt;br /&gt;
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A scene such as when the doctor informs Adam he has a tumour on his spine. The doctor seems more focused on his job than comforting him. He suggests seeing a therapist, but because he is a doctor, he just tells what has to be known.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m glad they didn’t make that scene a dramatic one, where the doctor gets equally stressed as the patient.&lt;br /&gt;
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50/50 was the type of movie where in the end, you look differently at yourself in the mirror. You bring out the best of yourself, rather than pouting on flaws. It showed me how fortunate I am and how life is fragile. Adam never expected to get cancer when he lead such a healthy lifestyle, what were the odds of it being a rare form of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The movie is inspired by true events and I am glad the movie was shot in a more solid structure, rather than making it all dramatic with music and what not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Adam’s girlfriend, Rachael likes to believe she is capable of taking care of Adam, when deep down she knows she can’t. She wants to be strong, but at the same time she is stuck with a situation she never prepared for in her entire life. Cheating wasn’t the best thing to do at a time like that. That was a dick move.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kyle is Adam’s enthusiastic friend. He lives his life aimlessly and does real well at putting peoples mind at ease. The last thing he wants is to be surrounded by problems.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do wonder how Kyle and Adam became friends in real life; having two different personalities and being so close, there must be another story to how that came to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Something things I found out afterwards of the film is Seth Rogen’s wife (Lauren Miller) was an actor in the movie. She was the one walking the dog past Kyle and Adam.&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, Claire, the librarian &lt;i&gt;(Laura Bertram)&lt;/i&gt;. She was also in another of my childhood favourite show called, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Ready or Not”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; which aired on YTV.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-auto;&quot;&gt;Overall, the film is a good watch. It changes your minds, and movies that can do that are really powerful. So if you haven’t seen it, be sure to watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/feeds/6380158792737571062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/5050-personal-review-tiny-spoilers-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/6380158792737571062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/6380158792737571062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/5050-personal-review-tiny-spoilers-and.html' title='50/50 - Personal Review, Tiny Spoilers, and Extras'/><author><name>Mister Rager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664829242306077534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQgTdKq0vhIYKH32JFtx71Kp4gJU3MxzDrVJ9z3SQ4ri9tFlfqV4vGe5JIg8pnshN1pS6AIbBm7vPAdLZHD4tbfccYCUHCxvSXxCd9ZSF3MKne6jV3PxI0qFB6xOrjQ/s220/IMG_0005.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfE20-CmpML0CQQCxQPn6JCiWgz1SlKUFEU0W7Id3AP962MreUsgm98fVQuaGFhBUNx-l-4LnatoBFbfiIbA2vjWRCjeqE0C7kk0bxvSzfWqMBP4p3ofx6VI4jPYw7-kF4fSq3vq1ZQ/s72-c/03.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902163308519023388.post-4670665417865147732</id><published>2011-12-21T11:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T11:13:56.553-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="government"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inside job"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="news"/><title type='text'>Inside Job and Corporations</title><content type='html'>so i just saw this movie called &quot;Inside Job&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know, I know, it&#39;s just a movie, but still, it changed my fucking view on everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean here we are in front of our computers, complaining about women and society while there are corporations out there growing stronger and mightier than the government itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are basically living in a time where democracy has failed because people with more money than you can ever imagine are basically shaping the law according to their own needs.&lt;br /&gt;
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Too long, Didn&#39;t read?&lt;br /&gt;
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Rich old men are ruling the world, and you get to suffer for their mistakes. wow big surprise amirite&lt;br /&gt;
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Protesting outside their offices is a method that obviously doesn&#39;t work, so what the hell do you do?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/feeds/4670665417865147732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-i-just-saw-this-movie-called-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/4670665417865147732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/4670665417865147732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-i-just-saw-this-movie-called-inside.html' title='Inside Job and Corporations'/><author><name>Mister Rager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664829242306077534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQgTdKq0vhIYKH32JFtx71Kp4gJU3MxzDrVJ9z3SQ4ri9tFlfqV4vGe5JIg8pnshN1pS6AIbBm7vPAdLZHD4tbfccYCUHCxvSXxCd9ZSF3MKne6jV3PxI0qFB6xOrjQ/s220/IMG_0005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902163308519023388.post-2903890147902491133</id><published>2011-12-21T11:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T11:07:25.860-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="INFP"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psychology"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short attention span"/><title type='text'>Short Attention Span</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else here feel like you&#39;re detached from reality? It feels like I can&#39;t even remember what I&#39;ve read whenever I&#39;m reading books or an Internet post, for example, I have to save a web page and look back at it even if I find it interesting enough, I wont remember what I&#39;ve read, nor can I remember conversations. Does anyone else have this problem? I tend to space out a lot so that could be a reason for my awful memory</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/feeds/2903890147902491133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/short-attention-span.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/2903890147902491133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/2903890147902491133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/short-attention-span.html' title='Short Attention Span'/><author><name>Mister Rager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664829242306077534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQgTdKq0vhIYKH32JFtx71Kp4gJU3MxzDrVJ9z3SQ4ri9tFlfqV4vGe5JIg8pnshN1pS6AIbBm7vPAdLZHD4tbfccYCUHCxvSXxCd9ZSF3MKne6jV3PxI0qFB6xOrjQ/s220/IMG_0005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902163308519023388.post-8785093243005020972</id><published>2011-12-20T12:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T12:23:54.760-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hg wells"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science fiction"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the war of the worlds"/><title type='text'>Chapter 1: The Eve of the War (The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells)</title><content type='html'>Ogilvy is an astronomer the narrator knows well and recently they e discovered beams of smoke coming from mars. Apparently they are missiles by advanced human species which many astronomers refuse to believe such notion. The narrator takes a walk with his wife and they both see a tranquil scene in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
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Humans nowadays believe there are other life forms on this universe platform, and I can understand how anyone in the past would consider it to be far fetched.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t think they mean harm, it could be something not from mars. It could be humans from earth trying to wipe out the population to be in control. Mars could just be a false shield to make people believe it&#39;s martians. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/feeds/8785093243005020972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/ogilvy-is-astronomer-narrator-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/8785093243005020972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/8785093243005020972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/ogilvy-is-astronomer-narrator-knows.html' title='Chapter 1: The Eve of the War (The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells)'/><author><name>Mister Rager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664829242306077534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQgTdKq0vhIYKH32JFtx71Kp4gJU3MxzDrVJ9z3SQ4ri9tFlfqV4vGe5JIg8pnshN1pS6AIbBm7vPAdLZHD4tbfccYCUHCxvSXxCd9ZSF3MKne6jV3PxI0qFB6xOrjQ/s220/IMG_0005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902163308519023388.post-3046038131436119075</id><published>2011-12-20T12:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:04:17.942-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hg wells"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="literature"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="War of the world"/><title type='text'>The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells (Page 1-10) vocabulary</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Scrutinized&lt;/b&gt; - Examine closely&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Transient&lt;/b&gt; - Lasting only a short time; existing briefly; temporary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Complacency&lt;/b&gt; - A feeling of quiet pleasure or security, often while unaware of some potential danger, defect, or the like; self-satisfaction or smug satisfaction with an existing situation, condition, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fro&lt;/b&gt; - Obsolete . from; back. Alternating from once place to another. (To and fro)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Serene&lt;/b&gt; - Calm, peaceful, or tranquil; unruffled&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Infusoria&lt;/b&gt; - Any of various microscopic organisms found in infusions of decaying organic matter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Improbable&lt;/b&gt; - Unlikely to be true or to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Enterprise&lt;/b&gt; - &quot;A project undertaken or to be undertaken, especially one that is important or difficult or that requires boldness or energy. To keep the peace is a difficult enterprise.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Intellects&lt;/b&gt; - A particular mind or intelligence, especially of a high order.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Disillusionment&lt;/b&gt; - To free from or deprive of illusion, &amp;nbsp;belief, idealism, etc.; disenchant.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Secular&lt;/b&gt; -&amp;nbsp;of or pertaining to worldly things or to things that are not regarded as religious, spiritual, or sacred; temporal: secular interests.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Equatorial &lt;/b&gt;- of, pertaining to, or near an equator, &amp;nbsp;especially the equator &amp;nbsp;of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Attenuated&lt;/b&gt; - To weaken or reduce in force, intensity, effect, quantity, or value: to attenuate desire.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Inundate&lt;/b&gt; - To overwhelm: inundated with letters of protest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eloquent&lt;/b&gt; - Movingly expressive.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Incessant&lt;/b&gt; - Continuing without interruption; ceaseless; unending: an incessant noise.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Wrought&lt;/b&gt; - Archaic except in some senses . a simple past tense and past participle of work.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Apostles&lt;/b&gt; - Any of the early followers of Jesus who carried the Christian message into the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Warred&lt;/b&gt; - a conflict carried on by force of arms, As between nations or between parties within a nation; warfare, as by land, sea, or air.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Subtlety&lt;/b&gt; - &quot;Delicacy or nicety of character or meaning.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fluctuating&lt;/b&gt; - To change continually; shift back and forth; vary irregularly: The price of gold fluctuated wildly last month.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Incandescent&lt;/b&gt; - Bright, Brilliant&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Scrutiny&lt;/b&gt; - A close and searching look.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Vigil &lt;/b&gt;- A watch or a period of watchful attention maintained at night or at other times: The nurse kept her vigil at the bedside of the dying man.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Feeble &lt;/b&gt;- Physically weak, as from age or sickness; frail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Oblong &lt;/b&gt;- In the form of a rectangle one of whose dimensions is greater than the other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Profundity&lt;/b&gt; - The quality or state of being profound;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Audible&lt;/b&gt; - Loud enough to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quivered &lt;/b&gt;- To shake with a slight but rapid motion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Vacancy&lt;/b&gt; - An empty spot.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Unfathomable&lt;/b&gt; - Undetermined&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Unerring&lt;/b&gt; - Accurate throughout, no error or flaw.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Scoffed&lt;/b&gt; - To make fun of&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Jubilant &lt;/b&gt;- Showing great joy, satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Zenith ward&lt;/b&gt; - Highest point in a division&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Excursionist&lt;/b&gt; - Tourist&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/feeds/3046038131436119075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/war-of-world-page-1-10-vocabulary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/3046038131436119075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/3046038131436119075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/war-of-world-page-1-10-vocabulary.html' title='The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells (Page 1-10) vocabulary'/><author><name>Mister Rager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664829242306077534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQgTdKq0vhIYKH32JFtx71Kp4gJU3MxzDrVJ9z3SQ4ri9tFlfqV4vGe5JIg8pnshN1pS6AIbBm7vPAdLZHD4tbfccYCUHCxvSXxCd9ZSF3MKne6jV3PxI0qFB6xOrjQ/s220/IMG_0005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902163308519023388.post-5489297256694278420</id><published>2011-12-04T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:11:35.529-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="high school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my weekend"/><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
My weekend was pretty dull like always, although I really did have plans for today and yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’ve been telling myself to get up and get volunteer hours done. I might as well resort to community service from a crime, though, It wouldn’t be good on my resume.&lt;br /&gt;
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My plan was to wake up Saturday morning and go to the store and give my volunteer sheet and my resume. I ended up staying awake til 4 and waking up at 1 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Major fail, however, I did get some homework done.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I woke up early, however when I called they told me I’d have to wait til Tuesday or Monday in the morning which blows because I have school though I am willing to miss the first class.&lt;br /&gt;
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I really need a job, I’m sick and tired of sitting here all day… getting sick and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever I watch Misfits, I sometimes really wish I was given a power. With Nathan gone, I might say yes to immortality. There’s good sides and bad sides to it. I’d have to see my friends and family die, but at the same time I can provide the newer generation with words of wisdom allowing minds to soar further and faster than anyone could imagine. Then again, I’m okay with telepathy, reading peoples minds and talking to them that way. I don’t own a cellphone, nor do I have the cash to pay the bills. It could be a fun time messing with peoples minds, but I would never use it for bad. I’d use it for complex situations.&lt;br /&gt;
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The education board at my high school have decided to take a dick move by releasing report cards for graduation students.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have procrastinated for a long time and I have about 72 hours to complete a pile of homework due in November.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything from English to Psychology, but I really don’t feel like doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then again, do I ever?&lt;br /&gt;
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In Psychology class, my friend next to me brought up a theory how a single blink of an eye can alter our universe completely, or maybe we enter another universe with an unnoticeable change.&lt;br /&gt;
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For example, a kid in front of me has hair on his head, I blinked, and one strand is missing, I wouldn’t know, but it happened. Or maybe something has changed halfway across the world, someone is gone, or something a long those lines…&lt;br /&gt;
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Another could be the president of America is somebody else, that’d be a noticeable way in terms of changed universe.&lt;br /&gt;
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I asked him if there could be any way to correct that, maybe blink more to come back.&lt;br /&gt;
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But what if you blink to much, or sneeze to the point you’re back to your mothers womb?&lt;br /&gt;
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9 months, damn.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Video Production class our group for a school video was completed. It was nifty plan created by my friend and it was easy to work with.&lt;br /&gt;
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During recording, she walked passed me, came out of nowhere behind me too.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend gave a gesture at me because he knew and I was like, “Who the fuck is she?” when I know who she is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not even a hello.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Programming class I had to continue working on a custom project in Visual Basic. I didn’t do much yesterday, so It was really important I did something today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just to keep myself occupied, I began watching tutorials. “How to make a download manager” seemed a bit complicated, All I had to do was remember the way it was shown to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I managed to get it all down, except for one error in the download button. I believe it wasn’t compatible with the computer model, oh well, saved and at least I tried.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m sorta keeping in mind to doing a devious trick, possibly a little tickle to the network computers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/feeds/3030113543533144966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/progress-in-programming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/3030113543533144966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4902163308519023388/posts/default/3030113543533144966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theworldishealing.blogspot.com/2011/12/progress-in-programming.html' title='Progress in Programming'/><author><name>Mister Rager</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12664829242306077534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHQgTdKq0vhIYKH32JFtx71Kp4gJU3MxzDrVJ9z3SQ4ri9tFlfqV4vGe5JIg8pnshN1pS6AIbBm7vPAdLZHD4tbfccYCUHCxvSXxCd9ZSF3MKne6jV3PxI0qFB6xOrjQ/s220/IMG_0005.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4902163308519023388.post-6670176319122165957</id><published>2011-12-03T01:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T01:05:45.551-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="agenda"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="english"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="high school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homework"/><title type='text'>Dead Day in English</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
English class came first and it was quite boring. Teacher spoke briefly about the pep rally and how he did feel a little humiliated when they tricked him to beliving the shot was in. He’d missed from a long shot being blindfolded.&lt;br /&gt;
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He said he had realized the shot was a complete miss because he found himself in an odd angle after the shot. He played a long to avoid ruining a good moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the class he just old us to work on late assignments.&lt;br /&gt;
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For once since September I used my agenda to write out the things I have to do. I have quite a lot, and my plan was to begin today, but I’ll begin tomorrow because I get distracted way to easily.&lt;br /&gt;
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In drama class today a girl began crying. Now it all began when my friend told a girl she was sweating and her sweat marks were showing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was paying attention to the teacher, but I had heard the conversation with my other ear and I realized immediately something bad was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Girls are over sensitive, and self-conscious, well, majority of them. I asked her if she is self-conscious, and she said yes. Then came the water works, I told my friend she’s self-conscious and she gave her a hug and apologized.&lt;br /&gt;
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I like my friend for feeling sorry rather than just starring, and they hugged for a while until the girl was okay.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the day I gave her a hug because girls really feel bad having that comment in front of the opposite gender. Girls like to be comforted and admired. I hope she left on a good note.&lt;br /&gt;
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My drama teacher also showed me my costume which I loved, really sparkly. She also mentioned I’m on the same league as the top acting students in previous years. “I’m their league” and I knew those boys, all the girls loved him. I envied him, but to know we’re on the same league, I feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I came home stronger and confident than ever. It felt good, and that load of hating drama is gone. My work matters.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Pep or Prep Rally was decent. It had a lot of dancing, a lot of bad script reading. The girl cracked a few jokes that nobody laughed too. It was killing me to see the people up their killing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s funny, we saw people who display themselves a lot in high school, at one point, somebody yelled out, “The Choir SUCKS!” It was sad to see some groups given little attention.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today was an excuse for the popular kids to expose themselves more than usual. Yes, go on and dress up in fancy clothing and say no word. Stand with the boy who everybody loves because he’s funny. I honestly expected a lot from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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These kids are judgemental, we all are, but them being on a higher level. They can point to weirdos, losers, creeps, and the normal people which they do so by pointing into mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I was 14 years old, I’d flip out more than usual. I just laugh at them at how ridiculous they seem.&lt;br /&gt;
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They’re definition of normal is being somebody they’re not. In a small town like this one, these boys and girls will do anything to feel famous.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kids, they do the darnest things.&lt;br /&gt;
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Psychology class was fun. We’ve begun watching “Rain Man” starring Tom Cruise. It has something to do with our unit which is good.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kid with autism seems to have a really good memory which is mind-blowing. Being given a telephone book and remembering them all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Half of the class was missing, the people I adore having around were downstairs presenting themselves to an audience and preparing to perform for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girl next to me has been quiet since her arrival to our school. I’ve been meaning to make some small talk, because I really don’t want her feeling alone during graduation. Like, come on, new girl comes to a new school in her final year, my guess is some personal reason, and she doesn’t know anyone, yet is expected to graduate with a class she hasn’t spoken much too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I won’t be attending most ceremonies, but I really want her to be happy, She probably is, but she needs some memories from this school. Somebody she can say, yeah, I had a good friend in that school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not just some person who sat next to me and told me what assignment was due. Spend an entire year texting friends miles away really kills your ability to get attention.&lt;br /&gt;
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Technology has destroyed the teenager.&lt;br /&gt;
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I ended up shaving yesterday night and I was grateful. I had a difficult time starring at myself in the mirror and how innocent I now seemed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remembered what my brother told me, when you have facial hair, majority of the boys would contact you and talk more with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you shave all the facial hair off, more girls will approach you than boys.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to agree with his theory. I realizes boys really had more to say because we shared something in common, facial hair, and we had bro talks more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, on the arrival, a girl waved to me. That girl who hasn’t even spoken with me for a while, and another girl later on.&lt;br /&gt;
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It’s interesting.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Programming class today I was a bit pleased to see it half empty. This meant little or no lesson at all. That changed though when kids began to arrive from Pep Rally performances for the junior classes.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m working on a &amp;nbsp;project to create my own software; Media Player, Browser, etc just anything to fill in the spot for marks.&lt;br /&gt;
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The phone rang and the teacher began saying names of people in the row of mine. Funny because the names were given out of order from the office, and here we all were sitting on the same row. One odd ball that was on the other side, but still, what were the odds?&lt;br /&gt;
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According to one boy on the trip there, he said we’re going because we’re all failing dumasses, He didn’t take pride, just said it in silly way.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the arrival to the councillor, the teacher instructed us to fill out the information sessions for the university/colleges that’ll be coming in to discuss stuff about their school. I had to make 4 choices, and although my plans aren’t as they want them to be, I made a selection, reasonable ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of them were military, and I was imagining how it’d be to fight in the armed forces, I was afraid because I was weak, and I wondered how the strict orders may damage my personality.&lt;br /&gt;
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It made me think, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;
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My English teacher went off today from a short story to religious debating. It was so terrible and funny to the point we had to close the door. Now, I’m not going to judge any religion, but the words coming out of his mouth were hard to believe, possibly because it may be true.&lt;br /&gt;
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He mentioned how virgin marry was given gods seed and in a form it’s rape because it was unexpected. Now, That’s pretty frowning toward people who believe in Christ, a girl was a little offended to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;
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The lesson was just how a boy sacrificed his life for a girl, and when he did so, the girl who rejected the boy numerous times was able to break the chains which held her to being a good girl. She made her own choices, changed her life and the view of others.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, it was really a blow to her head when she realized he was gay for another boy, and the night he killed himself, he’d not only visit her home, but the boys as well, both rejecting the offer of being together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was thinking yesterday of how cool it’d be to begin school in Europe. Get enough money hear and covert to pounds in U.K. Get a small, decent apartment and an acting school. I’d be in front of a whole new audience and I’d like to have the new start feel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Problems here would be telling my family. They’d refuse to let me leave, or think I’m throwing myself around, trying out for things I’ll never succeed with. You never know unless you try. It surely is a big leap, Adjusting would be difficult, but that’s why life is about. Well, a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d return back once I’ve met myself and feel confident and have gotten a good career jump, The joy I’d share with everyone I know. I’d be willing to travel more and support the places in need and go day by day changing lives. Superman died long ago, but if he was still alive, he’d want us to be heroes. We don’t need super powers to save the world, you just need a good heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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I spoke with a girl in drama class today about her future plans and current problems. I’ve learned a great amount. I remember back in 8th grade I’d think kids are assholes, ignorant, stubborn and selfish. Maybe they were back then, even I was to think such a way, but now things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone is stressed, sometimes in tears. They’re afraid more than ever realizing this is it, the final year before we all move on to lead undirected lives. Last time to see each other, the hallways, the lockers, the drama, the teenage years. If my arms were big enough I’d give a hug we all need, a hug I deserve myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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My plans at the moment are too support as many people I can. Know they have support behind them wherever they go. I want to help them and hope they find themselves after high school. The principle mentioned never to leave anyone behind, especially in after high school. His words hit me because he’s right, nobody wants to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;
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