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type='text'>Thanksgiving Day Vblog 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cADASXJSMeQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cADASXJSMeQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-3180390664281385922?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/3180390664281385922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-6086696880376869550</id><published>2009-09-16T08:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:22:35.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to look ahead</title><content type='html'>This may not make sense...its my thoughts at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one who tends to dwell on the past a lot. I keep e-mails from several years ago from certain people that I go back and read and I look at them and say to myself how could I have done this differently. I had chances, opportunities to make something happen, to change it for the better but yet I hesitate or don’t say the right thing or don’t say enough to make my feelings known when the person on the other side knows my feelings they are just trying to get me to say it. If I had a time machine I would totally change things. But how far would I go back? There are many e-mails over many years and many failures of mine. Which would I choose to pick to go back and change? French Toast Girl? Girl at Lance’s Party?  THE Girl? (of course real names are not used…unless you know me and can figure them out). And why am I so afraid of moving ahead. Why can’t I learn from these mistakes and use them to go ahead with what I want.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are songs that take me back. Back to high school, back to the movie theater, back to fun times with friends and loved ones. There are so many songs that take me back to the movie theater. I loved that place despite the shit I went through. I had many friends there and we had a hell of a time. We all had fun there…even if we won’t admit it most of the time. Then there are the guys, Jeff, Bobby, Loren, and John, we had good times and we had bad times. They also worked at the theater. We didn’t always get along. I always felt like the odd man out with that group…oh how they tortured me so. Why I continued to hang out with those guys I have no clue. There were times when I felt accepted. Here is the kicker I do miss hanging with them every now and then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess thinking of the past isn’t a bad thing, remembering the good times and bad. But I guess I shouldn’t dwell in it. I can’t change what happened. I realize that.  I just miss the old times not that I don’t like what’s happening now but there were some fun memories. I wish I could hang out more with Ms. King and other friends from that high school era. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-6086696880376869550?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/6086696880376869550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=6086696880376869550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6086696880376869550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6086696880376869550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-to-look-ahead.html' title='Trying to look ahead'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-8227367505369179667</id><published>2009-04-10T14:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:58:51.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is John, I live in Columbus, and I like Cincinnati sport teams. </title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cjgrote%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0pt; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0pt 5.4pt 0pt 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0pt; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know amazing isn’t it? Because if you look around &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:city&gt;, I could be wrong but I don’t think I am, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:city&gt; is very &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; heavy. Which to me I feel is very unfair. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Sd-ODrnkaFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RyXQ-rwfHJ8/s1600-h/cincinnati.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Sd-ODrnkaFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RyXQ-rwfHJ8/s320/cincinnati.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323129478474655826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are my arguments: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First of all being in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:city&gt;, which as most of you know is the capital of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Shouldn’t the capital support all major sports teams in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Second, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/st1:city&gt; is closer to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:city&gt; than &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not like the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:city&gt; teams are any better than the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; teams. I’ve done research about the Reds and the Indians. The Reds have gone to the world series 8 times and won 5 out 8. &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;1919&lt;/span&gt;, 1939,&lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; 1940&lt;/span&gt;, 1961,  1970,&lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; 1975, 1976, 1990&lt;/span&gt;. But yes its been over 10 years since the Reds have been back. The Indians have only gone 5 times and only have won twice. &lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;1920, 1948&lt;/span&gt;, 1954, 1995, 1997. Its also been 10 years since they have been back. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I doubt it has to do anything with records and such. Its demand and unfortunately there is not a lot of demand for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cincinnati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; sportswear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve made my complaints to the major stores around &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; but my one voice apparently doesn’t matter to these stores. I thought about petitions. What to do. I know there are Reds and Bengals fans in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Columbus&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; but are the just as frustrated as me? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-8227367505369179667?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/8227367505369179667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=8227367505369179667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8227367505369179667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8227367505369179667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-name-is-john-i-live-in-columbus-and.html' title='My name is John, I live in Columbus, and I like Cincinnati sport teams. '/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Sd-ODrnkaFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/RyXQ-rwfHJ8/s72-c/cincinnati.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-4674154386897797440</id><published>2009-02-13T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:37:22.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't get it.</title><content type='html'>This has been an issue for me dating all the way back to high school and I just don't understand. Why do people not&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/SZXLzehk4XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VUrUe3LN5l4/s1600-h/toilets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/SZXLzehk4XI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VUrUe3LN5l4/s320/toilets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302368221526286706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; flush after they use the toilet? I mean I can forgive an accidental, I was in a hurry cause the phone was ringing or someone called for me or something. But when your at work and the little flusher knob is seriously 3 inches away from you chest how can you not push it when you finish? Some people say germs. I can understand that but aren't you going to wash you hands anyways? I just don't understand. How would they like it if they walked up to a toilet left like that. I bet you they wouldn't like it one bit. Now I am no way in fact MR. Clean. There are just some things that just have to happen and in my opinion flushing the toilet after using it is one of them. Its been a long day and I really had to get this off my chest or it would have drove me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also needed to kill some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-4674154386897797440?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/4674154386897797440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=4674154386897797440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/4674154386897797440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/4674154386897797440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-7188071780242329385?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/7188071780242329385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=7188071780242329385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/7188071780242329385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/7188071780242329385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-v-blog.html' title='New V-blog'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/9123292194453452950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=9123292194453452950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/9123292194453452950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/9123292194453452950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/04/v-v-rehearsal-of-act-1-after-thoughts.html' title='V-V Rehearsal of Act 1 after thoughts'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-5940840701134616267</id><published>2008-04-04T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:12:52.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>video blog 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyjB9-gNimw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyjB9-gNimw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-5940840701134616267?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/5940840701134616267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=5940840701134616267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/5940840701134616267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/5940840701134616267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/04/video-blog-3.html' title='video blog 3'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-3219283915276180333</id><published>2008-04-04T08:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:35:49.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog 2</title><content type='html'>Here is a small taste of V-V. This number is called The whole world is waiting to sing your song...or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do mess up (or do I?) but I won't tell you where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and if you come see me in V-V TELL THEM YOU THERE TO SEE ME!!! I get points if you do! Its a dancer thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWAKnCDOo0U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWAKnCDOo0U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-3219283915276180333?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/3219283915276180333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=3219283915276180333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3219283915276180333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3219283915276180333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/04/video-blog-2.html' title='Video Blog 2'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-6182979463012595586</id><published>2008-03-27T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:37:14.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Video Blog</title><content type='html'>I do curse so don't watch this around little kids or at work...&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c--VMHhzmDQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c--VMHhzmDQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-6182979463012595586?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/6182979463012595586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=6182979463012595586' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6182979463012595586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6182979463012595586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-video-blog.html' title='My Video Blog'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-1952117274932550749</id><published>2008-03-19T08:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T08:53:47.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...its wet outside.</title><content type='html'>So the question was raised to me from one of my last blogs what would I do if a huge monster was attacking the city and the girl that I love is stuck somewhere inside that city. I would still probably risk my life to go save her. I would do what it takes. Anyone who would want to come with me would be more than welcome to come. That’s what I would do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what’s going on…I survived the Blizzard of ’08 with Keaton and Burton. It was pleasant. Watch some movies, risked our lives on the road, and rescued others…rescued the helpless Binion. It was fun. There were pictures, sound and video take…some may get online…someday. We also recast Star Wars. I’m Luke, Keaton is Obi Wan, Burton is Han with Kirby is Chewy. Ms. Nancy Miller would play my twin sister Leia…so Nancy I guess you’re falling in love with Burton. And Charlie Sloin as Master Yoda. This all started out as Keaton and Burton leaving me in the snow. I would then see Mike telling me to go seek acting advice from Yoda. We thought about it for awhile and decided Charlie would be best to receive acting because he is so good at acting. Then the rest kinda just fell in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed that I was going to switch gears and change the subject but I can’t drive a stick and if I tried I would grind the hell out of those gears…anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAUD VILLITIES opens in a couple weeks, April 10-13 to be exact (call me if you want tickets). I will be performing in 12 numbers (not including singing in the chorus) this year. There are many songs I am in that I’ve never heard before so I’m going to list them here and if anyone knows where they are from let me know. I do know some of these though…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s All Right (The Elvis Musical)&lt;br /&gt;Green Eggs and Ham (Sussical)&lt;br /&gt;Cat in the Hat  (Sussical)&lt;br /&gt;Anything Can Happen (Mary Poppins Musical)&lt;br /&gt;Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (Mary Poppins Musical)&lt;br /&gt;Whole World is Waiting to Sing Your Song &lt;br /&gt;The Coffee Song (Frank Sinatra Song)&lt;br /&gt;This Joint is Jumpin&lt;br /&gt;Sing You Sinners&lt;br /&gt;Steppin’ to the Bad Side&lt;br /&gt;Brotherhood of Men&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night in the City  (Wedding Singer Musical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I knew more than I thought I did….but there are still a few I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out during the Blizzard with Keaton and Burton and we saw Boys Next Door. It was really really really good. If you didn’t get out to see it than you missed one of the best shows this year. Very strong show and in my opinion not a weak performance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it football season yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-1952117274932550749?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/1952117274932550749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=1952117274932550749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1952117274932550749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1952117274932550749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/03/wowits-wet-outside.html' title='Wow...its wet outside.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-331257868846394350</id><published>2008-02-25T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T15:54:23.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post from Friday February 15.</title><content type='html'>Why does Hell have to be all fire and brimstone? Couldn’t Hell be frozen over? I mean that wouldn’t be a day at the park. Really, would you want to spend eternity in below zero temperatures? Of course I was thinking of this while I was walking back from lunch and having the wind whip right across my face. I hate shivering…I just hate being cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the internet has been taken away from us here at the AG. It makes the day go a little longer but we deal. So instead of posting this straight on my blog I am writing this on a notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started reading Lion in Winter again. There are parts in that show I would kill to do but the first couple weeks of rehearsal I will still be involved with V-V. Hopefully that wonderful director will be willing to work around my schedule. If not maybe I’ll do Cinderella at WCT. Scott is choreographing and more than likely be in it. It should be fun. I will say I am getting more confident in with my acting and feeling much more relaxed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got 6 minutes left till I gots to be on the phones so I better get situated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-331257868846394350?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/331257868846394350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=331257868846394350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/331257868846394350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/331257868846394350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-from-friday-february-15.html' title='Post from Friday February 15.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-1735067750972638205</id><published>2008-02-13T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:25:16.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick update</title><content type='html'>I got 15 mins till I have to be back on the phones so I am going to try to knock out something quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day is quickly approaching and I am again minus a valentine. I just don't know what to do sometimes. I have pretty much convinced myself if I didn't like being with said girl when I was with her I probably wouldn't like being with her again despite the loneliness I am going through. Even though the loneliness is subsiding. I just spoon my pillow and eveything is right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaud Villities rehearsals have kicked off which a lot of people are very sad about. Only because I am not auditioning for upcoming shows. I am having fun though. I am in 12 dance numbers this year. Which yes, is a lot. I am very proud that i've become a decent dancer. I have a new love for dance and I find it fun. Although take me to a club and watch flop around like a fish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is almost up so I have to run. Things are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am in a new club. The Cordoroy Club...headed by the wonderful Mr. Sloin. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-1735067750972638205?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/1735067750972638205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=1735067750972638205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1735067750972638205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1735067750972638205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/02/quick-update.html' title='a quick update'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-2566388588377362869</id><published>2008-02-08T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:48:27.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>COME ON!!!! SERIOUSLY!?!</title><content type='html'>I am a mystery to myself…at least right now. I like a girl, dated her for a short time, decided I didn’t like her anymore, now I can’t stop thinking about her. ( That sounds harsher than it really was…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it’s not that I’m crushing on the attractive married woman that flirts with me. Not that I crush on every unavailable female that flirts with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously…its annoying (said in that Stefan voice)… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I want what I can’t have and when I get it I don’t want it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-2566388588377362869?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/2566388588377362869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=2566388588377362869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2566388588377362869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2566388588377362869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/02/come-on-seriously.html' title='COME ON!!!! SERIOUSLY!?!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-570693041700257394</id><published>2008-01-23T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:38:04.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So picture this....(cloverfeild like idea)</title><content type='html'>Say the city you live in is attacked by something. Something big and huge and its tearing apart the city. You best friend just got a call from a girl he is crazy about and she needs rescuing. Do you go with your best friend andd possibly die or do you leave the city as fast as you can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a response I wanna know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-570693041700257394?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/570693041700257394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=570693041700257394' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/570693041700257394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/570693041700257394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-picture-thiscloverfeild-like-idea.html' title='So picture this....(cloverfeild like idea)'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-5650824961303108830</id><published>2008-01-22T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:04:42.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hm...</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have something to write here but yet I can't type. I have all these feelings an emotions wrapped up inside me and I just can't type them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I feel tired. Tired of being home. Tired of relying on family for food and gas for the last couple of weeks. I want this new job to start. Even if it is a temp job I just want it to start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty. Not depressed just empty. I met a girl where sometimes I just don't know how I feel about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely. Although I have tons a friends they just don't fulfill my need. They are all wonderful friends. I'm lucky to have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....more later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-5650824961303108830?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/5650824961303108830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=5650824961303108830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/5650824961303108830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/5650824961303108830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/01/hm.html' title='hm...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-1196960746046145849</id><published>2008-01-07T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:31:04.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 400px; background-color: #000000; border: 1px solid #110000;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 106px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 84px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 92px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 126px; background: #770022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 116px; background: #770022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #440011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 120px; background: #770022;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; border: none; padding: 7px; background-color: #331111;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ffffff; font: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif';"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: #330011; width: 85px; border: none; font: normal 13px arial, 'sans serif'; padding: 7px; color: #ffffff;"&gt;Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: none; background-color: #331111; width: 200px; vertical-align: middle; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 14px; border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; font-size: 8px; padding: 0px; line-height: 8px; width: 72px; background: #660033;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-1196960746046145849?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/1196960746046145849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=1196960746046145849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1196960746046145849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1196960746046145849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/01/greed-medium-gluttony-medium-wrath.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-1502787158602525471</id><published>2008-01-07T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:40:35.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What now?</title><content type='html'>How can you take sadness and depression and throw it away. How do you make things right? How do you reearn the respect that you once had from your closest friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-1502787158602525471?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/1502787158602525471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=1502787158602525471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1502787158602525471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1502787158602525471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-now.html' title='What now?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-6375283794232647188</id><published>2007-12-17T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T13:35:32.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this my last week? And my birthday stories....</title><content type='html'>Christmas is 8 days away...holy shit christmas is 8 days away and I haven't gone shopping yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the season will pretty much be over soon for the cookie business. Therefor the seasonal jobs will be let go. The rumor has it that they may keep a coulpe people on to keep around because of the good work that they have done... or they just might axe us all. So the new job search may begin again. How do I feel? Do I wanna stay? I couldn't tell you now. I would like to stay. Not far from home...its good work...if i get hired on im sure the pay will be good. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is 2 1/2 days away (counting from this post). Thats right, Decemeber 20, 1981 at 7:58 am John Travis Grote was born. 9lbs 12oz. A Bouncing Baby Boy. Now this isn't me asking for presents from friends or anything. I just like talking about it. I tell the stories that my parents told me about my first couple days in this new world. Like the first time my mom ever held me the movie White Christmas was on. Everytime the would sing or dance, my attention would go straight to the TV and the when the song was done I went back to sleep. Now White Christmas is one of my favorite all time movies. I watch it as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fuzzy on the time line on all these stories but one of my favorites is when they were passing out all the babies to the mothers and they got around to my mom and I wasn't there. And they couldn't figure out where I was. And no mother wants to hear oops we lost your baby so they went looking for me. Well aparently I was such a good quite baby so they used me as a model on how to give your baby a bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I got for now...its getting crazy here at work so I'm going to go. Hopefully I'll still have a head by the end of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-6375283794232647188?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/6375283794232647188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=6375283794232647188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6375283794232647188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6375283794232647188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-this-my-last-week-and-my-birthday.html' title='Is this my last week? And my birthday stories....'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-6288896378560581504</id><published>2007-12-14T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:12:31.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have...</title><content type='html'>Diverticulitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is diverticulitis? I'm glad you asked...(thanks webmd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diverticulitis happens when pouches (diverticula) form in the wall of the colon and then get inflamed or infected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes diverticulitis?&lt;br /&gt;Doctors aren't sure what causes diverticulitis. But they think that a low-fiber diet may play a role. Without fiber to add bulk to the stool, the colon has to work harder than normal to push the stool forward. The pressure from this may cause pouches to form in weak spots along the colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diverticulitis happens when bacteria get trapped in the pouches. This can lead to inflammation or infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the symptoms?&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms of diverticulitis may last from a few hours to a week or more. Symptoms include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belly pain, usually in the lower left side, that is sometimes worse when you move. This is the most common symptom. &lt;br /&gt;Fever and chills. &lt;br /&gt;Bloating and gas. &lt;br /&gt;Diarrhea or constipation. &lt;br /&gt;Nausea and sometimes vomiting. &lt;br /&gt;Not feeling like eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-6288896378560581504?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/6288896378560581504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=6288896378560581504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6288896378560581504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6288896378560581504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-i-have.html' title='What I have...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-26724575507631499</id><published>2007-12-14T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T11:52:56.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A show, a sickness and a plug...</title><content type='html'>I sit here watching a past performance and I think about the good times on the show, the fun and the friendships. That was a damn good show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here with stabbing pains in my belly. I’ve missed 3 days of work due to this. I can’t go far with out being in pain. It hurts…a lot. I have been upset that I’ve missed 3 days of work since I do want to be hired. But with so many minor mistakes and being out so close to the holiday I don’t see me being hired. But I will go in on Monday and work and if they hired me awesome! If not I understand and I will begin the job hunt once more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see what the doctor says I have. I go at 2:45 this afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m going to plug my awesome show that you should all come see. It’s called &lt;em&gt;Tabloid Love&lt;/em&gt; and is the second show on the second weekend of the Playwrights Festival. The cast goes something like this… &lt;br /&gt;Me - Brent&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Wehner - Ethan &lt;br /&gt;Ben Hackney  - Patton/Uncle Freddy&lt;br /&gt;Emma Harvey - Morgan&lt;br /&gt;Kim Martin  - Allison&lt;br /&gt;Brian Cheslik  - Tommy&lt;br /&gt;Tina Gleason – Ms. Sluggo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by April Olt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brent and Ethan, two average NYU students, regularly watch an insipid, syndicated family sitcom, "I'm the Cutest" in an effort to procrastinate and avoid their studies. As avid viewers, they are excited to learn that the show's star, Allison Jennings, will be attending the university that year. The men aren't the only ones with a keen interest in the actress: the National Interest, a sleazy tabloid rag, is looking for someone to spy on the starlet: someone unassuming, who will blend in with the other students; someone who is financially desperate enough to consider trading in his morals for tuition—someone just like Ethan. His life becomes more surreal when the unthinkable happens: Allison Jennings—Ethan's fantasy girl—not only knows that he's alive but begins flirting with him. As the couple grows closer and Ethan's life begins to seem more and more like an idealized sitcom episode, he begins to wonder: how soon before reality hits and he is forced to learn the inevitable "valuable lesson"—one that may cost him everything he holds dear? (Full-length Comedy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some kind of poster or flyer…maybe I can con Burton to help me make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also you should check out the first and third weekends since those shows are written by Mr. Sony and Mr. Parsons. Also the show right before mine...is written by Ms. Jaclyn Villano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-26724575507631499?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/26724575507631499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=26724575507631499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/26724575507631499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/26724575507631499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/12/show-sickness-and-plug.html' title='A show, a sickness and a plug...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-7160492216136599572</id><published>2007-11-28T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:44:49.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first intoxicated post....</title><content type='html'>I would anything for love...anything you been dreaming of....but i just won't do that.&lt;br /&gt;WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...i've been home all night cleaning my room listening to music, and having a few brewskis and thought i should update my blogger. I probably look at this tomorrow at work and delete this but if youi get to see it yuou are privlidged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has been a lot on my mind these last couple weeks and I just don't have anyone to talk to. I mean i listen to people but i just feel like i can't talk to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry had to rock out to meatloaf there for a sec. anyway where was I. oh yeah talk to people...yeah i need someone to talk to. I got problems to you know. Not that my probles are worse than anyoneelse. and not that i don't mind listening to pwoplw cause i like listening to people cause i like to be there for people cause thats my thing. I like to support people...when i say people i mean my friends. cause i care about all of myfriends no matter what. I will be there for all of if and when yo need me. I just need to talk to someone./ \&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a good song...i just wonder what that is? Is that like a 3some but like a guy instead of a girl...and he won't do it cause it would be weird? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh billy joel...keeping the faith Yeah yeah yeah yeah keeping the faith. I really don';t know this song but its catchy. OH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dance break* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh beer in the shade...b ut its night time and cold so sorry billy but i can't do that today...maybe tomorrow. But i'll keep the faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New song./..I love poisioning pegons in the park...he he...not really butr i love the song. Maybe we'll do in a squirrl or two...hehe..if you have never heard this song you need too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this song gets me...i want to sing this at my wedding party to my wife....its from a bond movie....the spy who loved me....do you know it???? Nobody does it better? Why did you have to be so good? Seriously why? I'm askingyou why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME CHECK! 9:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody does it better....it makes me feel sad for the rest...oooh my beer is foaming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh a song from high school. 3eb or thirdeyeblind Jumper. I would understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i should be cleaning off my tivo....but im rather stay a ndf talk to you guys a little longer before i hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long this is going to be...and i wonder iof anyone still reafds my blog!  no that should have been a ? not a ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....so heres my status. I skipped lunch cause of work came home at 4 ate a snack and the at mmmmkm lest say 8:245 i started drinking and i have gad  5 beers. Ifinished 2 pretty quick;ly. i hate being a lightweight sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;I would understand...step back from that ledge my friend. says the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok new song...oh this is my kareoke im know spelled that wrong...song...I smell sex and candy here...mmmm&lt;br /&gt;who is that lounging in my chair? No really who is it? I wanna know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i lok up and see pictures that i havce on my desk. my first one is the guys from the complete work of william shakespeare abridgesd. those guys are dustin, me, jeff, and scott. the next picxture which is one of my favorites is of me and liz. the one thats in teh center which i hold dear to my heart is of my and my mother. I hate this picture only for opne reason. That i was making a stupid face and thats the last picture i have of me and my mother. Moving on./...the next is my cousin...Cathy. and then the murder in green meadows cast and crew. On my wall above them, is mew and my brother and me and my father which i hold both close to my heart as well...well im not doing itnow but i do really cherish the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh song update...godsmack...I'm doing the best that i can...oh headache set in....blurred vision...someone signed off of AIM oh well...i don't talk to half the people on my list anymore anyways...i should change that..,.right now...im going to IM a random persion right now who is online...brb...before i leave song update...assassuins gun song./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnd no response...as figureed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moviung on. oh response..wow didn't expect thgat...ok cool conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a weird change...from assassins to smashmouth...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished myu last beer of the night. So im going to sign out of here publish this and then probably delete it sometime tomorrow if i remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend i chose to talked to lives in cali and she just said this...Well, my first and proudest casting accomplishment was working on the main casting of Heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-7160492216136599572?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/7160492216136599572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=7160492216136599572' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/7160492216136599572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/7160492216136599572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-first-intoxicated-post.html' title='My first intoxicated post....'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-8694406807348656719</id><published>2007-11-07T10:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:24:48.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>So some big changes happen to me in the last couple of weeks that I thought I should probably blog about. So here it is. I quit Costume Holiday House. Yup, you read that right. I quit. There is actually a funny story that goes a long with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday the 26th we were getting slammed really really hard in the morning and it was just Jamie, the manager, and I. I suggested that he call more people in and he refused to. Well earlier in the week I placed a call the Cheryl and Co, thanks to Megan, and got an interview. Things went well and things started to fall in to place. Well Friday after noon I finally get in touch with the HR lady, who I played phone tag with most of the week, we talk about some things and I was hired. Friday night as I walk out I told Jamie that I was quitting and I would bring my shirt and keys into the store this weekend. Sunday night my driver and bodyguard, Jeremy and Mike, drove me to CHH and I dropped off my stuff. Things we good. No scratch that. Things were great CHH was behind me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I get a phone call from CHH while I was at CCO. It was Jamie. The converstation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Hey man where are ya?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Why aren’t you here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I quit Jamie. I quit on Friday. I’m done&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: What? That’s it. No note, no notice, nothing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope &lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Well fine we’ll mail you your last check (slams down phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you it was like 3 days before Halloween but I’ve been there 2 years….this was going to be a slow week for them…or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I work at Cheryl and Co. My official title is….i have no clue so I’ve been kinda making up close to what it is…so I’ve been calling my position…Junior assistant account manager. It is seasonal but there is a possibility to hire. So we’ll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-8694406807348656719?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/8694406807348656719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=8694406807348656719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8694406807348656719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8694406807348656719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-1604572930177092417</id><published>2007-10-03T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:19:06.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys are stupid...throw rocks at them.</title><content type='html'>I now understand that saying now. It took me a year + to figure something out. Let me jump back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl I was kinda seeing but the thing is she lives 100 miles away. I was crazy for this girl. But then things didn't work out...or so I thought. Now I sit back and start to think about things and analize everything...cause thats what I do...and realize she gave me so many chances and I let them go. I did nothing. So then she cut me loose. We still hung out in group functions and still kinda do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its been a year + since we "dated" and i still can't stop thinking about this girl. She is in my head...a lot. I wish I knew why. I wish I wasn't still kinda crazy about her. I know that I need to let it go because I'm pretty damn sure nothing will ever come of it again. And when see her again I am not going to act weird or try to kiss her or ask her out. I just miss talking to her. She was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't know know why I was talking like none of you know her. Pretty much who ever reads my blog knows the entire situation...and the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll leave it at that. How's that saying go...Its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all...or in this situation it would be something like...It's better to have really liked and lost than to have never really liked at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-1604572930177092417?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/1604572930177092417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=1604572930177092417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1604572930177092417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/1604572930177092417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/10/boys-are-stupidthrow-rocks-at-them.html' title='Boys are stupid...throw rocks at them.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-3486387766355706202</id><published>2007-09-23T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:21:33.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time's a ticking</title><content type='html'>2 weeks to go before A Few Good Men opens. Its going to be a damn good show. If anyone is interested let me know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted to paint my room for a long time now...I just don't know what color. I also need something to cover my walls...some cool but not tacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family guy star wars tonight was insanly awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I wanna do another show after this one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-3486387766355706202?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/3486387766355706202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=3486387766355706202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3486387766355706202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3486387766355706202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/09/times-ticking.html' title='Time&apos;s a ticking'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-6469460596510849555</id><published>2007-08-30T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:44:07.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha cha cha Changes...again?</title><content type='html'>And I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got cast btw...I will be playing the part of Lance Corpral Harold W. Dawson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things changing at the CHH (Costume Holiday House). We have pretty much gone through 2 managers and they are about to hire a third. Why don't I do it...you all must be asking...cause this place sucks your soul out. It really does. Oh...also CHH is supposed to come first now over everything.  I would love to be out of here by Halloween. We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on really. I got cast in A Few Good Men and the show opens the first weekend of OCT. and runs 3 weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for that special someone. But I'm not really looking. If she comes along AWESOME! but not really looking...kinda...but not really.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to think of more to write but there is nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;If I think about it I will write about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-6469460596510849555?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/6469460596510849555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=6469460596510849555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6469460596510849555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6469460596510849555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/08/cha-cha-cha-changesagain.html' title='Cha cha cha Changes...again?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-5998219171400487390</id><published>2007-08-11T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:57:34.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill me now....</title><content type='html'>So I am at work and about 8 teeny boppers just walked in. I made the mistake telling them it was ok to try stuff on. I'm going to kick them out soon. They are out of control....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...not much going on. The girl who I went out on a date with I am not dating. There was drama...but its all over and done with and we are friends now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie get your gun went well. It was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Few Good Men auditions tomorrow...keep your fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have now multiplied. Thats it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-5998219171400487390?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/5998219171400487390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=5998219171400487390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/5998219171400487390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/5998219171400487390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/08/kill-me-now.html' title='Kill me now....'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-8143724913799277422</id><published>2007-07-25T15:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T15:28:30.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Smother Your Kids!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CU3m4N9iOQI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CU3m4N9iOQI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-8143724913799277422?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/8143724913799277422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=8143724913799277422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8143724913799277422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8143724913799277422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-smother-your-kids.html' title='Don&apos;t Smother Your Kids!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-2559014821263920531</id><published>2007-07-25T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:23:07.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>So its been what a month since I've last updated. Well here is whats going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a period of time where I was at a theater every single day of the week. Mon-Thurs I was at Annie Get Your Gun rehearsals and the Fri, Sat, &amp;amp; Sun I was working Gillian...or something to that effect. Gillian was awesome and total fun with an amazing cast and so is Annie Get Your Gun. Two totally different shows but both fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out with a girl last night to a movie. Now mind you I can count the times I have gone out with a girl on a "date" on one hand. I think it went well but I am never good at these things. I never know. When I think it was horrible it ended up o.k. and when I thought it was good I never heard back from her. So we'll see. I like her a lot. Damn my shyness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else is going on. Come see Annie Get Your Gun. Last weekend. At Worthington Kilbourne High school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more...but I got nothing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-2559014821263920531?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/2559014821263920531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=2559014821263920531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2559014821263920531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2559014821263920531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-6563862068383433358</id><published>2007-06-24T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:03:09.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Friends</title><content type='html'>Even though I sit home alone on this Saturday night right before OCTA. Its also almost 1am and I have to be up by 6:30 so I am in Newark by 8...I thought I would upload something I made at the end of last year. Its now a thing I do every year and I hope to do it again this year. I make a slide show of pictures of my friends and I having a good time. Now I know there are a lot of you who may not be in this slide show. Sorry...nothing really to say other than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my friends...in good times and in bad may we stick together and always remember the good cause really who wants to dwell on bad memories.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the 2006 slide show for the DB's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes I know its Beatles and not Beetles...I finshed the credits as people were showing up on new years eve...cut me some slack here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT: The video has been removed from the public eye due to a request. I still can send it to people if they want to see it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-6563862068383433358?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/6563862068383433358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=6563862068383433358' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6563862068383433358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6563862068383433358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-my-friends.html' title='To My Friends'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-3398526971944896550</id><published>2007-06-04T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:09:01.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun but uneventful weekend...</title><content type='html'>Unless you count the trip to Newark...but still uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I came home to an empty house and I did a whole lot of nothing. One roommate was out of state and the other was in a show. A very long show from what I hear. So I went and played a few video games invited a friend over and watched some old Buffy (season 2...she wanted to watch season 5 and 6 but they are MIA.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I went and got a much needed haircut. I then proceeded to the gym where I did a nice work out and headed home. Played some more video games as I waited for Smokey to arrive with the OCTA stuff. About a bit after noon I jumped in my car and head to Newark, where I proceeded to get lost. I have been there...oh 3 maybe 4 times. Driven there once. Couldn't find the theater. Called several people. Some had no idea and some didn't answer their phones. I finally got a hold of Mr Colin and he guided me into the theater. After 2 hours of a long boring meeting that I didn't have to sit through, I headed back to Columbus following the LTOB crowd. We stopped at this nice little country dinner where the give you options instead of a menu. I was scared. I am a picky eater. At least I had options. Chicken, Ham, or steak. Then Corn, peas, or green beans. Then you got a choice of types of salad.  And no matter if you want it or not, mashed potatoes. It was very home style. You got plates and everything you wanted came in its own separate bowl and you just dish how much you want on your plate. The chicken was Homemade fried chicken. YUM! For dessert you had like 15 choices of pie. I went for the apple. MMMM Homemade Apple pie..*drool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lunch we headed back to Columbus. Colin rode with me to keep me company and we had a nice trip back despite the Hurricane type weather we drove through. That night I met up with Colin and Rosemary (who was also at the OCTA meeting) and we went to ECP to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Real Inspector Hound&lt;/span&gt;. I thought it was a hilarious show. Renee was too funny. He did this french laugh that sent Colin and I bursting out with laughter...and then we realized we were the only ones laughing and then we stopped. The cast was really good. Mark Cullison did a fabulous job at his return to theater. He needs to come out for A Few Good Men. After the show Colin, Rosemary, Lisa R, Tony, Kathy S, Kathy's husband, and I all went to Applebees and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was suppose to play basketball but I was not feeling as well as one should so I called and stayed home. I stayed home and played more video games. Had some guys over for a couple of hours played more video games after they left and proceeded upstairs. It was going to be an early night. It was 11. I was going to put the TV on and fall asleep, like I do every night. Well I decided to check my e-mail first. And that's when it all changed. The web cam dance party began. Sony who, as of this minute probably on his way back, was in Maine this weekend visiting his good friend, who apparently has the new nickname of snowflake...for what reason I have no idea. They were chatting at me and snowflake turned on her web cam. I then turned on mine. Faces were made...mostly by me...and scary masks made people scream...which I did...Sorry snowflake. Well to make a long story short (to late) we decided on music and tried to play it at the same time and watched each other make fools out of ourselves. Fun was had. I think other people joined in on the dancing but I only saw Sony and Snowflake and they were the only ones watching me. 1am rolled around and I went to bed...very very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe this weekend wasn't totally uneventful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-3398526971944896550?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/3398526971944896550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=3398526971944896550' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3398526971944896550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3398526971944896550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/06/fun-but-uneventful-weekend.html' title='Fun but uneventful weekend...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-2347134747327181443</id><published>2007-05-14T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:15:26.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It fell off...It fell off...</title><content type='html'>It fell the Frak off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the thought going through my head Friday afternoon. Lets rewind a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday morning I was driving to work the same way I drive every morning. So I am on this road called Teakwood that's not to far from my house. It has these big huge speed bumps. Well I take them nice and slow every morning. Well on this particular morning as I am heading over said speed bump I hear this big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*KACHUNK*&lt;/span&gt;. I stop, I'm scared...what just broke. I inch forward slowly and hear nothing dragging. I take the next speed bump and there is no noise. So I figured, I'll take it to the shop this weekend to have it looked at. Lets jump to after work. I'm headed to the first Gillian rehearsal and I'm on another which I forget the name which has this slight curve to it so I take the curve at the speed limit and I hear another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*KACHUNK* &lt;/span&gt;and then every little bump i hit after i hear this *ting* *ting* *ting* like something holding on by a screw and just tapping something else waiting to fall. So I pull over, open the hood and and look everything seems fine. I crawl under the car...up nothing hanging off...what the hell is making this noise. I call dad and we talk about it and we said I  would take it into the shop on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its Friday and I am returning to the costume shop from getting lunch. The *ting* *ting* *ting* is still there. Everything was fine till the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*CLANG CLANG CLang clang &lt;/span&gt;clang&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; as the piece of my car falls out of my car on to the street as I am driving...so of course I freak out. "It fell off....it fell off....it fell the frak off!" What do I do...first instinct &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RkiCxoO9xcI/AAAAAAAAACc/By5dRXqR2xA/s1600-h/noname.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RkiCxoO9xcI/AAAAAAAAACc/By5dRXqR2xA/s320/noname.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064441570103510466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is to pull over in the first parking lot I can find. I open the hood...nope that's ok...everything looks ok under the car but of course I have no idea what I am looking for. So I then head out to the street to find this piece. I walk up and down Bethel Rd on the median looking for this piece. The only piece I could find was this arm looking thing. So I grab and head back to my car. I've never seen anything like this... am I going to die driving? So I get back to work...Now mind you Friday is kathy's (my boss) birthday and she has the day off. Its a paid day of work for us here at the CHH. So it's the part time girl and me left to run the shop. Its no problem we have run the store many time with out Kathy. Well now I am freaking out, my car just decided to loose a piece. So I call kathy asking if I can call in our back up...yes we have back up person we can call in just in case. Kathy said she would come in which I felt really bad but I was freaking out about my car. I tried to eat but couldn't. I couldn't wait for kathy I was just worried sick. So I clocked out and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My destination was Tuffy...in Gahanna. I am on Bethel Rd. Now there is about...oh I don't know 5 repair shops in a stones throw from the CHH why did you drive all the day to gahanna...you may be asking. Well my dad has a friend who runs the Tuffy in Gahanna.  We go to him for all of our problems and oil changes and send him a business as well.  Anyway I slowly drive to the shop taking every back road I can. Well I text my buddy Scott. Which he calls me back and we talk about my situation and he asks me the question you're all thinking. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DRIVING". I explain how I had to get to gahanna and about my dad's friend and all that blah blah blah. Well we chat...with my blue tooth in my ear and both hands on the wheel...and he calms me as I get to the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am at the Tuffy in Gahanna. I walk in with part in hand and hand it to the Joe. Joe looks at it and says it looks like a hood brace. I hand him my keys and head off to the library to kill countless hours. 4:45 rolls around and I get a call from Joe. "Yup, its a hood brace but its not off your car" he says. "What" I say. To make a long story short (too late)...we are assuming that since I bought the car used the previous owner got into an accident and needed the hood replaced. As they were replacing the hood the brace fell into the car and they couldn't find it so they left it. When I hit the speed bump it shook it and the turn moved it and the rattle helped it set it self free...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-2347134747327181443?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2347134747327181443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2347134747327181443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-fell-offit-fell-off.html' title='It fell off...It fell off...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RkiCxoO9xcI/AAAAAAAAACc/By5dRXqR2xA/s72-c/noname.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-2899238195859154059</id><published>2007-05-01T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:58:32.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Now if I were Keaton or Sony this blog entry would be thought provoking or at least probably make sense. Its just...there are so many things going on inside my head right now I want to let them out but I don't know how. Some things have been talked about to/with a couple people who just happened to be there when I needed to talk which I greatly appreciate. Usually I would write about it and it would make me feel a whole lot better but the thing is the things that are on my mind are about certain people who may or may not read this. Now its not something bad or anything its just something that I feel might make an uncomfortable situation in the somewhat near future. I'm sure half of you are really wanting to know what that is right now and who it might concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny...as I type this the music that is in the background is the Buffy death music from when she said good bye to her sister and then killed herself to save the world yet again. Its very sad piece and it always tugs at my heart strings. I almost cried that how much stuff is bothering me right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-2899238195859154059?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/2899238195859154059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=2899238195859154059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2899238195859154059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2899238195859154059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-thoughts.html' title='My thoughts...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-3730896590582893286</id><published>2007-04-23T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:15:27.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>It all started Christmas 2005. I got the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Han Solo Book Trilogy&lt;/span&gt; from my friend Laila. I wasn't much of a reader, hell it's been a long time since I picked up a book. So I took the first one to work and I thought I would try this reading thing all over again. I breezed through that book within a couple weeks. So I moved on to the second and the third and really got into them. But then after the third book was finished I figured, I was done. Nothing else really perked my interest so the reading quest was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RizMy8viB4I/AAAAAAAAABs/j8rhTm1br-M/s1600-h/2628363028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RizMy8viB4I/AAAAAAAAABs/j8rhTm1br-M/s320/2628363028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056641657301239682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a month or so later I was talking to my friend Colin about reading and he suggested I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt; by Dan Brown. So I picked it up and read it. It was amazing. I loved it I wanted to read more and I heard that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DaVinci Code&lt;/span&gt; was written by the same guy. I figured that it was would just as good. It was decent, I liked the first one better but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DaVinci Code &lt;/span&gt;wasn't bad. Very diffrent from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done again. No more books to read so I switched to the cartoon books. A little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Far Side &lt;/span&gt;here, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shermans Lagoon&lt;/span&gt; there, and the occassional &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foxtrot&lt;/span&gt;. They were fun but not as exciting as the books were. So now its Novemeber 2006 I'm talking with Colin and this other guy named John. Were were talking about many thin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RizPscviB5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HJcQ-7JTfAE/s1600-h/harry_potter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RizPscviB5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/HJcQ-7JTfAE/s320/harry_potter.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056644844166973330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gs, theater, movies and books. The subject of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; arised and laughed. I could never read those kid books. They just didn't interest me. But they convinced me to atleast read the first one. If I didn't like it that was ok but I had to read it and give it a chance. So I did. I borrowed the first one from &lt;a href="http://jsony.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I loved it. I read it in a week. I wanted the second. So I got that and finished it in days. I cruise through 6 books in about a month. Now a lot of people don't think that is really a big deal. But I have never read that fast. I loved those books. I can't wait for book 7 to come out this summer. I also thank Mary&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;a href="http://dabbydog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; for feeding my cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finished the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; books and had nothing to read. So I thought I would try a new series of books So I borrowed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eargon&lt;/span&gt; from another friend. That book I didn't enjoy as much. It was decent but not thrilling. So when I finished that, and that took me a month and a half which seemed so much longer, I moved on to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ally enjoyed listening to t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;he musical at work and I was aways interested in reading the book. So I picked it up from &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/a&gt; and went on the reading adventure. Wow can we say diffrent. Very very diffrent. I enjoyed it and I want to see the show now to see what I am missing from just listening to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my new book, as you can see to the left, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jurrasic Park&lt;/span&gt;. I have always wanted to read it and I love the movie. So we will see the diffrences and there always will be some. After this, if I enjoy it, I will move on to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost World&lt;/span&gt; and then I am open to suggestions. Although I do want to borrow and read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Princess Bride&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;a href="http://dabbydog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-3730896590582893286?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/3730896590582893286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=3730896590582893286' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3730896590582893286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3730896590582893286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/04/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RizMy8viB4I/AAAAAAAAABs/j8rhTm1br-M/s72-c/2628363028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-2325795695353529939</id><published>2007-04-16T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T11:00:12.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another show over...</title><content type='html'>So Vaud Villities end on Sunday and we had a very interesting year. 2 black outs (one during a show and one before), a broken foot, a broken elbow, a sprained ankle and a heart attack(he is a cast members father and is doing great from what a hear.). So we had a great show and I am missing it already. I am missing the people and I am missing the fun. I don't know what else to write. Its seems everything else I type is just repetitive. It was fun...I did amazing stuff that I will always remember and there is always next year. I also have a lot to look forward to. Working on Gillian with Keaton and then auditioning for A Few Good Men. Still when you work with people non-stop for several months and then its over like a flash...maybe I am to sentimental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-2325795695353529939?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/2325795695353529939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=2325795695353529939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2325795695353529939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2325795695353529939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-show-over.html' title='Another show over...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-7038414085063801571</id><published>2007-04-12T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:15:27.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First time in 65 years...</title><content type='html'>First I want to start off and say yes that game was dumb and I apologize. The answers are if any of you were wondering...1. Bones, 2. House, 3. 24, 4. Firefly, 5. Family Guy, 6. Seaquest, 7. M*A*S*H, 8. How I Met Your Mother, 9. West Wing, 10. Battlestar Galactica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Rh5I-349RxI/AAAAAAAAABc/PxX0dcxEux4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Rh5I-349RxI/AAAAAAAAABc/PxX0dcxEux4/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052556076948211474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you're probably asking "what happened for the first time in 65 years?". You are also probably asking "Why there is a big black box to the left here?". Well that's what I was seeing half way through act 2 last night at Vets Memorial. According to the news last night, lightning hit vets memorial last night during that bad storm. So as I was helping change Scott Jones into a little old lady the lights went out. And let me tell you that place gets dark. Well, dark until every other audience member pulls out their cell phone for light. Hell, everything was used for light, cell phones, lighters and even a laptop made an appearance. So the director of Vaud Villities got on stage and told everyone who came they were welcome back to another show free of charge and I think that show is Sunday's Matinee. So if any of you are planning to come Sunday get there early! Then the entire cast came out sang the finale as the audience left. Apparently we have a piano player so good he can play in the dark...The after the audience left we all headed to the Arena Grand and proceeded to watch act 2 on the big screen. Lucky we taped it on Tuesday so we could watch the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now I think we are still having our show tonight. I got one e-mail saying that they are working to get power restored and then I got another saying that the show is a go from someone totally different. Here's hoping we got power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-7038414085063801571?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/7038414085063801571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=7038414085063801571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/7038414085063801571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/7038414085063801571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-time-in-65-years.html' title='First time in 65 years...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Rh5I-349RxI/AAAAAAAAABc/PxX0dcxEux4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-4224951805620779245</id><published>2007-04-10T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:58:16.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Game</title><content type='html'>-Go to IMDB.com and look up 10 TV shows you like(d).&lt;br /&gt;-Post three official IMDB "Plot Keywords" for these 10 picks.&lt;br /&gt;-Have your friends guess the show names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Murder, Corruption, Forensic Science&lt;br /&gt;2. Diagnosis, Humor, Drug Addiction&lt;br /&gt;3. Terror Attack, Cliffhanger, Federal Agent&lt;br /&gt;4. Future War, Wisecrack Humor, Outer Space&lt;br /&gt;5. Dog Driving Car, Homicidal Baby, Small Town&lt;br /&gt;6. Dolphin, Futuristic, Submarine&lt;br /&gt;7. Surgery, Cross Dresser, Dramedy&lt;br /&gt;8. Twenty Something, Boyfriend Girlfriend Relationship, One Night Stand&lt;br /&gt;9. U.S. President, Secret Service, U.S. Capitol Building&lt;br /&gt;10. Assassin, Nuclear Holocaust, Faster Than Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real post will come after V-V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-4224951805620779245?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/4224951805620779245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=4224951805620779245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/4224951805620779245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/4224951805620779245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/04/tv-game.html' title='TV Game'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-586029412051922791</id><published>2007-04-05T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:15:27.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RhUE8KgzKdI/AAAAAAAAABU/lEkLIrs5Zt8/s1600-h/V-V.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RhUE8KgzKdI/AAAAAAAAABU/lEkLIrs5Zt8/s400/V-V.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049947988826466770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;APRIL 11-15. NEED INFO? ASK JOHN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-586029412051922791?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/586029412051922791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=586029412051922791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/586029412051922791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/586029412051922791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey.html' title='HEY!!!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RhUE8KgzKdI/AAAAAAAAABU/lEkLIrs5Zt8/s72-c/V-V.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-2239745814371131837</id><published>2007-03-29T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T16:33:09.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Tagged</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://youcanthandlethetruthiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mikie&lt;/a&gt; . I'm to name 7 songs/CDs I've listened to recently, and then write a small dissertation (OK, a sentence or 2) about each. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "It's your Wedding Day" by Stephen Lynch off The Wedding Singer musical soundtrack. Its one of the songs we are doing in V-V and its just a happy up beat song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dirty Rotten Scoundrels Musical soundtrack. Its another fun musical cd when you need to listen to something for a laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wicked Soundtrack. We listen to a lot of musicals at work and it is in the rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Astro-lounge by Smashmouth It was one of my favorite cds in high school and it is still up there on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "Steppin out with my Baby" by Tony Bennet and Christina Aguleria (or something like that). Another V-V song and its a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)"American Bandstand" by Barry Manilow...yup you guessed it another V-V song. Your probably asking why are you listening to these songs a lot? Well so I can remember what i am doing in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) "Under Pressure" by David Bowie and Queen. Its one of my favorite songs right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, my taggees shall be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsony.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsony.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://olisipus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://keaton119.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keaton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goodmorningsunshine-emily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Em&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-2239745814371131837?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/2239745814371131837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=2239745814371131837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2239745814371131837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2239745814371131837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got Tagged'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-5427434490764917852</id><published>2007-03-19T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T13:09:21.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gay Guy, 2 Lesibans, A Hot Chick and Me.</title><content type='html'>I thought I did. After several hours of drinking and singing everyone pays up and we head out. Jane got us these free passes to this Latin club where we That was my St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pattys&lt;/span&gt; day. So I met up with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vaud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Villities&lt;/span&gt; folks to hang out for St. Patty's day. I met Brent ( the gay guy) about 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Otani's&lt;/span&gt;. We sit there and chat at the bar until Jen, her girlfriend (the lesbians), and Jane (the hot chick) show up. We get a table and start rocking out the Karaoke. Brent and Jen kick ass at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crusin&lt;/span&gt;' and then I suck it up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zoot&lt;/span&gt; Suit Riot, or at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;leastI thought I did. Well we pay our bills and head out to this latin bar. Jane got us all free passes and we salsa&lt;/span&gt; danced all night. Well not all of us...mainly Jane.  Brent and I hung out and chilled, Jen and her girlfriend stayed around for a bit and then took off. Jane had a friend there and they tore up the dance floor. Then sometime about 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; Jane sauntered over to me and told me that she was going to teach me how to do a certain salsa dance. Now mind you Jane and I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; talked so I was a bit surprised when she asked me to dance. So anyways we get out there and she teaches me the basic step and we begin to dance. About a 1/4 of the way through the dance she laughs. I look at her and she says "You have to be the whitest boy out here." We both laugh and she then says "All you need to do is bite your lower lip and your set.", we laugh again and the song finishes and it head back up to chill with Brent. We close down the bar and head to our respective homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO the next morning the 3 of us (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Brent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;, and I) are all in American Bandstand. Brent and Jane are partners and I am right behind them with my partner. Well there is a point where the guy jumps forwards and the girl turns around jumps backwards. Well when Jane and I jumped towards each other I bit my lower lip and she laughed. Its nice to go to rehearsal and have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-5427434490764917852?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/5427434490764917852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=5427434490764917852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/5427434490764917852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/5427434490764917852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/03/gay-guy-2-lesibans-hot-chick-and-me.html' title='A Gay Guy, 2 Lesibans, A Hot Chick and Me.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-193983622047537716</id><published>2007-03-19T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T10:48:41.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaud Villities</title><content type='html'>This year it has been about a thousand times better. I have gotten to know people. I've made new friends and they have embraced me as a dancer. SO what I am doing here is pushing that everyone who reads my blog should come see this show because this show will be amazing. The numbers are awesome and I personally will be doing things you would never think I could ever do. Or atleast thats what I am thinking. The first video I am putting up is a song called "It's your wedding day" from the Wedding Singer soundtrack (the musical). We are pretty much doing everything you see in the video. Oh and I'm cousin Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKboiPjSr18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKboiPjSr18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing huh? I'm doing something diffrent (as cousin steve) because there is no way I could do the splits. Also we cut out the middle of the song. When the 2 guys come down and they talk about the diffrent songs they play....all gone. Hard to explain...just come see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is "Stepping out with my Baby" By Tony Bennet and Christina...(i can't spell her last name). Our dance is very similar to the video but the costumes are pretty much the same. We have the canes and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl8dvQctb5g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl8dvQctb5g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that awesome...? There are other amazing numbers and I am in a total of 8. So if you really wanna see the show this year comment, or e-mail me, or call me and I can get you tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-193983622047537716?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/193983622047537716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=193983622047537716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/193983622047537716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/193983622047537716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/03/vaud-villities.html' title='Vaud Villities'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-3751919258851495069</id><published>2007-03-07T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:37:53.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>So I went to the doctor yesterday to get myself checked out. He said he doesn't THINK its a heart thing but its a lung thing. So he gave me some meds and said a couple things could happen. 1...The chest pains could go away. 2...nothing changes and still have the chest pains. 3...I could still have the chest pains and the meds could not work but make we worse and give me a fever of 102 and make me really sick cause it might not be a lung thing cause he has no clue what is wrong with me. If 2 or 3 should happen I should go back and see him. Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I have not asked the girl out for coffee yet. Buck buck bucka (that's me imitating a chicken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I went to go see Darkside at curtain players the other night (which was a really awesome show and everyone should go see it!) and was delightfully surprised. Here's the story so I was sitting in the house of the theater watching the beginning of the show when a friend walks in. She has someone with her but I don't recognize who it is. I look at her again she looks familiar but I can't place it. Oh well...Fast forward to the after show reception. I'm hosting, and well to make a long story short (too late) the dark haired girl who I thought I recognized was Mindy. A wig can really change a person. I practically leaped over the table and gave her a huge hug. I miss her so much. It was nice seeing her even if it was only for a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-3751919258851495069?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/3751919258851495069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=3751919258851495069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3751919258851495069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3751919258851495069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/03/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-7640589303205285128</id><published>2007-03-05T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:15:27.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries....BSG SPOILERS!   MIKE DON'T READ</title><content type='html'>or anyone else who hasn't seen this weeks episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point to all of this...will come at the end of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been having chest pains the last couple of weeks and its starting to worry me. Of course I have yet to go to the doctor. Usually when there is a hint of something wrong with me I run to the doctor. Now I don't wanna go. I don't wanna be told I have to quit Vaud Villities. I don't want to find out there is something actully wrong with me.  But I would be lying if I told I wasn't a bit scared. I couldn't sleep last night. Scott told me saturday about this guy who was a little older than, who was in vaud villities several years ago. He was complaining the his right hand always hurt and was numb. There were jokes made and no one thought anything about it. The a couple weeks later he died in his sleep. There was something wrong with his heart. Now I am afraid to sleep. This is all probably silly and its all in my head...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RexKzo2R8oI/AAAAAAAAABI/bxvnxUMGbzw/s1600-h/BattlestarGalacticaphoto25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RexKzo2R8oI/AAAAAAAAABI/bxvnxUMGbzw/s200/BattlestarGalacticaphoto25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038484334119613058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone died on the show this week and its gotten to me. Why? I don't know. Did I have a connection to the character? Or am I over obessed? Its been bothering me all day and most of last night. I keep saying he/she isn't dead until ya see the body but it would be hard to do that in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-7640589303205285128?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/7640589303205285128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=7640589303205285128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/7640589303205285128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/7640589303205285128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/03/worriesbsg-spoilers-mike-dont-read.html' title='Worries....BSG SPOILERS!   MIKE DON&apos;T READ'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RexKzo2R8oI/AAAAAAAAABI/bxvnxUMGbzw/s72-c/BattlestarGalacticaphoto25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-8983854284346025770</id><published>2007-03-01T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:57:29.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you go out with me?</title><content type='html'>Seems simple to say, right? So how come every time I say it comes out as "Hey, I got to run I'll talk to you later.". So last night I get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vaud&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Villities&lt;/span&gt; rehearsal early, showered and shaved and ready to ask this girl out. But as usual, I chicken out at the last moment. Right when I had an open window. Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; I thought it was an open window...it's so hard for me to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tell me this why are women so hard to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, according to some women, I am an attractive guy. They can't understand why I have so much trouble getting a girl. Well, I blame it on high school ( damn you 8 girls who I asked to prom but all turned me down) but I know it just my nerves. So Sunday is the next time our paths cross and I will go up to her and demand we have coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...not demand, politely invite her to have a cup o' something with me at a coffee serving establishment on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-8983854284346025770?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/8983854284346025770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=8983854284346025770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8983854284346025770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8983854284346025770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/03/will-you-go-out-with-me.html' title='Will you go out with me?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-2719656838421006404</id><published>2007-03-01T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:44:37.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Something Funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So say we all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-2719656838421006404?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/2719656838421006404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=2719656838421006404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2719656838421006404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2719656838421006404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-michael.html' title='For Michael'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-4147155318857362694</id><published>2007-02-28T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:15:28.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it fixed?</title><content type='html'>Or do you just dumber as you get older. Now I'm not saying I am smart. I misspell words all the time and my grammar sucks. But I know what ship the Pilgrims sailed in on when they hit Plymouth rock and who was the first president impeached and what R.E.M stands for. Heck there was a true or false question that was to the tune of...True or false penguins are a regular meal for polar bears...and they guy had no idea and he went to UCLA and then on to Law school. If you're wondering what I am talking about, I'm talking about the new games show that's called "Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?". They have a chance to win a million dollars but the first guy couldn't get by question 4. The object is they team you up with a 5th grader and ask you both a question. If you have no idea you can "cheat" off the 5th grader. The guy could not answer a question with out "cheating". Blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it hilarious that 2 people of the opposite sex can't just talk on the phone with out people assuming that you two are dating or doing something.  Come on people you know what happens when you assume!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also figured out that mothers know what they are talking about. I have been having back and chest issues the last couple days and Kate, who is a mother, told me to go home and put the heating pad on my back. I did and I feel better...well I did until I got out of bed and started moving then the pain came rushing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that all I got for now...more later. But I leave you with a moment of zen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/ReWp5MubDUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LKrCrBoIGkI/s1600-h/l_9441c2d024541e9e0c9be5ef45630c4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/ReWp5MubDUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LKrCrBoIGkI/s200/l_9441c2d024541e9e0c9be5ef45630c4c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036618558417341762" 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/23827326-4147155318857362694?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/4147155318857362694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=4147155318857362694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/4147155318857362694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/4147155318857362694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-it-fixed.html' title='Is it fixed?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/ReWp5MubDUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LKrCrBoIGkI/s72-c/l_9441c2d024541e9e0c9be5ef45630c4c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-6860103453714541654</id><published>2007-02-22T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:15:28.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>It weird when you hear certain songs or images trigger the certain memories in your head. Like for instance,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Rd2yOmBWDhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N_h5gwZx3RQ/s1600-h/cute_girl_bds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Rd2yOmBWDhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N_h5gwZx3RQ/s200/cute_girl_bds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034375922264182290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a couple Cd's for my car trip to and from Akron and on that CD is a couple songs by Billy Joel. Those songs were always played on the satellite radio at BD's. Well while I was at BD's I developed at crush on a girl named Harmoni. One day when I was grillin' and she was servin' she came back behind the grill to refill the plates for us. Well the Billy Joel song that was being played was "Just Tell Her About It". We happened to both be singing it. We noticed we both were singing, we stopped, and blushed. She left and I as usual didn't tell her about my crush on her. Now I am reminded of her every time I hear that song. Now mind you its not a bad thing its just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are songs from the Movies 16 days...songs like "She's so high by Tal Bachman" and "Pinch Me by the Barenaked Ladies". They bring back the memories of getting at the theater at 2am and playing flashlight tag with all the lights turned out. One of most memorable moments was that I was chasing a friend down the hall, cause I was it. Anyway he made a sharp turn towards the door that leads behind the front concession stand. Well, he got to the door but forgot to turn the handle and he ran right into the door. Well it being dark and my flashlight pointed towards the ground I didn't see this when I was chasing him and ran right into him right after he ran into the door.&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the memories of just cleaning up the theaters with with your friends. It sounds like a nasty job and it was but you always had fun cause you were surrounded by your friends and that's all that matters. This is the group I miss the most. Sara, Steph, Jeff, Bobby, Pam, Kenton, Contino, King, Hobby, Aarron, Cory, and anyone else who I forgot. The high school group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the songs that aren't tied to anyone but they make you think of certain people. For instance there was a song I was listening to on the Wedding Singer Musical Soun&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Rd21RGBWDiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tS8xX2Y6h40/s1600-h/Jenny_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Rd21RGBWDiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tS8xX2Y6h40/s200/Jenny_me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034379263748738594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dtrack and it made me think of someone. It made me think of the good times I had with her like the night we first met and we were jumping on a trampoline and she, for some reason, grabbed for me and caught my shirt and ripped the button right off or going. And going to the "On The Line" *NSYNC movie.  And the not so good times which I'd rather not give an example. It made me realize how much I miss her and it made me realize that even though I might have burned that bridge between us I am going to try to rebuild it again because I miss that friendship. She always stood up for me when others were putting me down and I always asked why because there were times when I wasn't that great of a friend to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes on there will be more memories with old friends and memories with friends I have not yet met. Some good some bad...but always there. I would be sad if I did not have them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-6860103453714541654?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/6860103453714541654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=6860103453714541654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6860103453714541654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/6860103453714541654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/02/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/Rd2yOmBWDhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N_h5gwZx3RQ/s72-c/cute_girl_bds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-2559879320650683958</id><published>2007-02-16T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:15:28.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Hero II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new addiction. Unfortunately its for the PS2 and not for the new XBOX 360 I got for my birthday. Now I am not ignoring the 360 its just I played this game with my brother on Christmas &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RdXMYmBWDfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Lmuyszk17Q/s1600-h/guitar+hero.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032152881551511026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RdXMYmBWDfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Lmuyszk17Q/s320/guitar+hero.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it kicks ass. Mine is just like this but mine is red where the black is and black where the white is on the guitar. You get real songs like Sweet Child Of Mine by G&amp;R or Surrender by Cheap Trick and you have to play the guitar part. There are 4 levels ranging from easy to expert. I just mastered Medium and tried to move on to Hard its just too Hard. Recently I took this game over to Ruby &amp;amp; Colin's house one night when they had the kids. The oldest Graeme (I think that's how you spell his name) kick ass. He was mastering the easy. I'm sure if he didn't have to go to bed he would schooled my ass. The kicker is, he is like 8 and he singing along with the police or Matthew Sweet. I'm enjoying this game so much I went online last night and downloaded most of the songs that are in this game and made CD for the trip up to Akron. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Akron, I am leaving in about 4 hours to the great city of Akron...Well maybe not great...the OK city of Akron, for AACT fest. I am going with Curtain Players to work crew on their production of Inventing Van Gogh. A fabulous show with fabulous actors. If this show doesn't move on then there is something wrong. They all want it and it shows. My jealousy rears its ugly head once again this year. I have yet to perform at AACT or OCTA and I want to so badly. Who knows maybe I'll get my chance this year with Perfect Wedding. I just can't get into a show that's good enough to go. Now does that reflect back on me or on the director or the script. Anyways I will be up there till 7am on Sunday, then I make my way back to Columbus for Vaud Villities rehearsal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Vaud Villities, it is that time of year again. I am in 6 numbers. They are "Always &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RdXQlGBWDgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FcLv8zUnht0/s1600-h/VV07Logo65_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032157494346386946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RdXQlGBWDgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FcLv8zUnht0/s320/VV07Logo65_200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look On The Bright Side Of Life" from Spamalot, "Hello 12" from Chorus Line, "It's Your Wedding Day" from The Wedding Singer (musical), "You Can't Stop The Beat" from Hairspray, "American Bandstand" by Barry Manilow, and "Steppin Out With My Baby" by Tony Bennet and Christina Aguilera. Plus the men's chorus. I have a solo line in "Hello 12" And I am the Rubber Man in "Its Your Wedding Day". Tickets either are on sale now or soon...So I will be hitting you all up in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-2559879320650683958?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/2559879320650683958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=2559879320650683958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2559879320650683958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2559879320650683958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/02/guitar-hero-ii.html' title='Guitar Hero II'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iOxiAgweoDo/RdXMYmBWDfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8Lmuyszk17Q/s72-c/guitar+hero.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-49163799377724207</id><published>2007-02-05T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:00:08.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my quiz...</title><content type='html'>How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="400" border="3" bordercolor="#0000FF" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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I hate thinking that will I be able to get to work on the gas that I have? Well, really I never know how much I have anymore cause my gas meter in my car is broke and since I hardly have enough money to fix it, I play a guessing game every time I go below 1/2 a tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been this sick, this many times in a row in my life. Ever since I moved in with the guys I think I've gotten sick like 5 times...? Now I am just getting over strep and just in time. I have a show to perform tonight. I must be well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this poor since I moved in with these guys as well...well thats only because of rent. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now mind you it might sound like I am complaining about my roommates. I'm not. They are awesome...most of the time. And I am not saying I am the best roommate in the history of roommates. I mean come on, I am sure I have half our glassware in my room alone. (I drink when I go to bed at night...I just get a new glass every night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now its monday...(I started this friday?)...anyways. Not much have changed. Well  Perfect Weddding is closed...which was bittersweet. Vaud-villities is kicking off, which I wish I was in more. I think I might be picking up some shifts at Ciao!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want, no...need, to call up Cam Talent and try to do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I got for now. I wanna give a shout out to all my readers around the world, which look like the main reads come from Columbus, Colorado, Texas, Chicago, New Jeresy/New York, and China. Thanks...and let me know if I am way off on the locations. I would love to know where you are all from!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-4670382681820134851?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/4670382681820134851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=4670382681820134851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/4670382681820134851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/4670382681820134851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/02/sick-poor-and-other-random-thoughts.html' title='sick, poor, and other random thoughts...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-2565237902864790738</id><published>2007-01-25T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:12:44.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could stop</title><content type='html'>Until this morning I was fine...I think. I was up early and I had time to kill so I was randomly reading peoples blogs and journals and whatnots. Then I read one which made me start thinking of someone. Now I can't get that person out of my head.  It doesn't help that I haven't talked to said person in awhile and I feel like I can't because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; burned the bridge between us so many times, the bridge just wasn't rebuilt anymore. So what do I do. She's in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I changed from said person to she, to make it easier on me typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could hit the redo or the erase.  It would make life easier.  The feelings can never go away but I wish they would. The e-mails saved I want to delete but I can't. There is so much to say but I can't type it. Don't know how to put it in words... So much more I want to say but I'm afraid to. It's not even noon and I want a drink....and I'm not a drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I stop thinking about you! Why can't you get out of my head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-2565237902864790738?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/2565237902864790738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=2565237902864790738' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2565237902864790738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/2565237902864790738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-wish-i-could-stop.html' title='I wish I could stop'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-3872640073394535532</id><published>2007-01-17T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T11:42:17.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So that happened...</title><content type='html'>So after an up and down weekend, a new week starts. Monday was nice...rocked out some WoW and leveled up my dwarf (yes I know I am a nerd) after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night had a brush up and then a vist to planks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow? Who knows...maybe some streching...some working out. Maybe I'll go running after work. Vaud Villities is starting next week and I got be limber. From what I hear I am in more numbers than I did last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be asked why I didn't audition for Bus Stop...I liked the show. I didn't love it. I knew Vaud Villities is coming up and I wanted to be in something I loved not something I liked. I knew I would be miserable trying to do 2 things at once. I would have done that for Darkside. I loved Darkside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed. I'm not not happy...just stressed. My back and neck hurts. I need a massage. I need a massage from a cute young girl. Now not to young...around my age...yeah...well vaud villities is starting soon...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think werewolfs have it easy? I mean they live pretty normal lifes except for that changing into a wolf every full moon and the killings. But other than that pretty simple lifes right? Sometimes I think it would be neat to be one. I'm mean I would want to be like Oz from Buffy. A good werewolf. I wouldn't be able to theater. Or atleast I'd have to put down on my conflicts list that I am busy every full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our show got reviewed...the reviewer was there Saturday from what I hear.&lt;br /&gt;Read our review here.... http://uweekly.com/newsmag/01-17-2007/4532&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I got for now...more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-3872640073394535532?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/3872640073394535532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=3872640073394535532' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3872640073394535532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/3872640073394535532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-that-happened.html' title='So that happened...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-8302463731954672939</id><published>2007-01-09T11:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T11:30:46.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...damn...</title><content type='html'>It stings you know. When you want something so bad and you try your hardest but someone was a just a little bit better. This is the part where I could curse Perfect Wedding or curse myself for auditioning for it but I won't. I could also really dislike a tight jean, cowboy hat wearing actor but I'm not. I could also blame myself for not bringing my A game like a certain team from Ohio, But I'm won't....well ok maybe I will, but just a little. Its just hard. When you work on something on and off for over a year and you just weren't good enough. I just need to work harder for the next one. I talked about auditioning for Bus Stop but I don't know. Maybe I'll take some time off from theater again. Find a show I really want to do. It might be awhile though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wasn't a total bust though. I got to make out on stage with a very attractive girl (thank you sony!!). Then went outside and talked to her for a good while. Which if you know me is a huge step cause I really don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO in conclusion Congrats to the new cast of Darkside. It was a damn hard audition and you all earned it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-8302463731954672939?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/8302463731954672939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=8302463731954672939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8302463731954672939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/8302463731954672939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn.html' title='...damn...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116774970830825388</id><published>2007-01-02T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:55:08.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My head is going to explode...</title><content type='html'>"I don't wanna explode"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am trying to stuff lines for "Perfect Wedding" into my brain I am also preparing for the upcoming auditions for "Darkside". Then if you look in the back there are the thoughts of the upcoming rehearsals for Vaud Villities. Either I going to explode or take someone out. I will say those who went in on the 360 are safe. Or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apollo18.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darkside&lt;/a&gt;. "&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 160); font-size: 100%;"&gt;Two American astronauts are stranded in a lunar landing module on the dark side of the moon while a third orbits in the command module. As they work with ground control toward rescue, flashbacks reveal their stories. "Stars twinkle all around and the big blue marble of earth eerily arises in this haunting new play." Time Magazine" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Or so says the curtain players website. The blog Mr. Sony has made for the website describes the show like this. "What if there had been an Apollo 18? One more trip, a few more small steps and giant leaps...what if? Darkside centers around an astronaut, Bill Griffin as he orbits the moon on this imaginative journey. Somewhere on the lunar surface, his crew mates, Ed and Gunner, sit in their lunar module, potentially stranded after a routine launch misfires. As Bill repeatedly orbits around to the dark side of the moon, we get flashes to the weeks and months prior to the launch and see the surprising events leading up to this mission. It's a suspense thrille&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8078/2465/1600/751027/050903M31AndromedaGalaxy_wm_cte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8078/2465/320/767458/050903M31AndromedaGalaxy_wm_cte.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r at its core as Ed and Gunner work with NASA to save themselves as Bill can only wait, along with the audience, to find out their fate as he comes to terms with his own past and mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty damn interesting doesn't. Well take your excitement for this show (if there is any at all) and multiply it by 1,000,000,000. That's where I am. I have had a love for space and everything that's in it since I was old enough to look through a telescope in my back yard. It intrigues me to no end. I mean just think of the life that is probably out there. The picture to your left is of the Andromeda Galaxy. Just think what could be out there. My whole life I have wanted to do something with astronomy. Unfortunately my lack of math skills hinder that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My junior year of high school was the coolest so far. They actually had a class based around astronomy. The whole semester you learned about space and plotting stars and other fun facts. Then at the end of the semester your test was a 12 hour simulator. There were 2 rooms in the class room. The small room was used as the shuttle and the bigger room was mission control. In the shuttle there was a pilot, co-pilot, scientist, medical, and one other who I can't think of. At mission control you had Capcom and Capcom 2 (if I remember right), scientist on the ground monitoring the experiments going on up there and then a weather team and a media team. Before the end of the year you were given a piece of paper with 3 lines. You were asked to put your top 3 choices of where you wanted to be. So my 3 were Pilot, scientist, and weather man. My thought processes was since I was one of the top students I thought I had a good chance of being on the shuttle. Boy did that back fire. I ended up being chief &lt;span id="index5369968"&gt;&lt;span class="teaser"&gt;meteorologist. Bah. It was still fun to sit back and watch the pilot crash the shuttle 5 times with out the teacher knowing...or atleast that's what we thought at the time. He would throw obstacles at them like an asteroid or space trash or and failure and they had to figure it out. So I stayed on the ground and watched the news crews from channel 4 and 10 come in and interview the shuttle crew from our "satellite link". Not it was the end of the day and it was time for the landing. Since I didn't do much at all during the day the teacher, through some program, decided to make it interesting for me. He controlled the weather so I had to rush and find spots that were clear to land. If I thought there was any question about a landing site I had to move on the the next one. Luckily I found one before the shuttle ran out of fuel and crashed and burned for a 6th time. So I passed with an A in the class (which with me in high school, hardly happened).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point for this blog is (and Sony...this is where you stop reading) that I want this show more than anything right now. Its 2 things that I love coming together and to my knowledge the only show like it. I know I am going up against probably the best actors in columbus (I am assuming these guys are showing)...i.e. Eric Ewing, Mike Parsons, Stefan Langer, and Randy Benge to name a few. But you know what Ed is mine. Those who want to play the part will have to pry the script from my cold, dead fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps...I am wearing full leg armor...just fyi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116774970830825388?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116774970830825388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116774970830825388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116774970830825388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116774970830825388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-head-is-going-to-explode.html' title='My head is going to explode...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116682209105298233</id><published>2006-12-22T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:14:51.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season...</title><content type='html'>I just have to say I have some really great friends. They did something wonderful for me last weekend. To fill in my readers who weren't involved, I had a birthday party on the 16th to celebrate my 25th birthday that was on Wednesday. And when we were cutting the cake I was handed some gifts. First I recieved Call of Duty 3 for the XBOX 360. I was happy but &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8078/2465/1600/285911/928655_67832_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8078/2465/200/163300/928655_67832_front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unfortunatly I was without a 360 so I thanked the Miller's and told them about the 360 that Sony and I talked about getting in a couple months. So I jumped up and was ready to cut the cake. I was stopped and was told that there were a couple more presents. I was ok with that. I couldn't turn down presents on my birthday. Then I was given a very heavy bag. So I thought I'd start with the small present since there was 3 and they ranged from small to medium to large. "Sweet!" I thought as I opened the gift certficate to Best Buy. "This can go towards the 360." I grabbed the medium size gift. It was an odd shape. I opened it and it was a 360 controller. I started thinking..."thats odd why would they give m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8078/2465/1600/291260/000378-preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8078/2465/200/246981/000378-preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e this"...until I pulled out the large gift and opened it. Well to make a long story short (too late) my guests at my party were sneaking around behind my back for weeks collecting money to buy me a 360. Unfortunatly I let them down because I didn't jump up and down (j/k)...I was in complete shock. Blown away mind you. Speechless. Still am. I don't deserve friends like this. I love it don't get me wrong but I just don't know what to say....except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116682209105298233?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116682209105298233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116682209105298233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116682209105298233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116682209105298233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116498840156798784</id><published>2006-12-06T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:58:08.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is almost here...</title><content type='html'>And with Christmas comes my birthday well 5 days before Christmas but who's counting.. As I reach 25 this year I think about everything that's happened in those 25 years. The first 10 I either don't remember or were uneventful. Unless you count the 25 stiches I got in my head before I was 3. What can I say, I loved running into everything that had a corner when I was little. Then when I was 12 I got hit by a car on my brothers bike (sorry Mike I know I still owe you a bike). Thank god for my bike helmet. When 15 came the big move from Dayton to Columbus and I thought my life was over. I was moving away from my best friend, who funny enough had the same birthday as me but just 2 years after. Thats also when I lost my mom. So I was in a new town with no friends and starting high school. I thought could this get any worse. But it didn't, it got better. Since I was in the band I met a whole lot of good people and made the high school experience easier. I gained a nickname which I thought I would never do. I got a job where I worked with tons of good people who I am proud to call friends even to this day, even though most of them gave me shit. I do have to thank the guy who on certain days made my life a living hell at work. If it wasn't for him I would have never auditioned for Camelot and never would have gotten into community theater and I would have never met all these wonderful people I call friends. I am sad that I have not talked to him in a long time and I have no one to blame but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back on these 25 years and I wonder what the next 25 years are going to be like. Will I do what I want? Will I move out to L.A.? Will I meet the girl of my dreams and settle down here in Columbus and have many kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116498840156798784?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116498840156798784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116498840156798784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116498840156798784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116498840156798784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-almost-here.html' title='Christmas is almost here...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116533319696149251</id><published>2006-12-05T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:39:56.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m tired of all the shit. I’m tired of the put downs. I’m tired of the, I’m better than you attitude I get from so many people. I’m tired of being alone and it’s not about being with a girl. I feel like I am alone on everything I stand up for. I’m tired of rumors and the he said she said. I’m tired of the made up shit. I’m tired of people. I hate that I work my hardest at things and it just gets me nowhere. This is who I am. There are people out there who like me for who I am and accept me for my faults. If you got a problem with it, don’t talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116533319696149251?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116533319696149251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116533319696149251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116533319696149251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116533319696149251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/12/venting.html' title='Venting....'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116412765959899618</id><published>2006-11-21T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:47:43.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you Harry Potter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8078/2465/1600/950172/harrypotter51_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8078/2465/400/926406/harrypotter51_large.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are these books, about this kid who lives in england who happens to have magical powers. He goes to this school to become a wizard but there is evil michael jackson looking guy trying to kill him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, count me in on the Harry Potter fan club now. I watched the last movie again the other night and I just watched the trailer for the new one and I can't wait. Even more last night I was talking with some friends and they have convinced me to read the books. So I plan to head to half priced books today on my lunch and see if I can find the first one. The tricky thing is, and I don't thinkI can pull it off, can I read 6 (?) Harry Potter books by July 13?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other series I want to read is called Eragon. It's kind of like Harry Potter, I think, but the kid has a dragon as a pet and there is this guy who teaches him how to train said dragon. Now here is the funny part the kid was 13(?) when he wrote the book...3...2...1...Keaton and Sony just cringed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways wish me luck on my hard core reading...because now I think of it, it's going to be damn near impossible. 6 books to ready by July + Perfect Wedding lines to memorize+ Vaud-Villities + (hopefully) Darkside...damn this is going to be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the new trailer it kicks ass...&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/harrypotterandtheorderofthephoenix.html;_ylt=Ak.FnSdZKiZAatkrfmPNA7dfVXcA"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116412765959899618?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116412765959899618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116412765959899618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116412765959899618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116412765959899618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn-you-harry-potter.html' title='Damn you Harry Potter!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116360608045820101</id><published>2006-11-15T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:54:40.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was wrong...</title><content type='html'>I though the whole tooth ache was the base of my depression but I was wrong because I seem to be in a bigger hole than I was before. It feels like im trying to climb out but everytime I try I slide further down. Of course last saturday didn't really help, probably started the hole digging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. Last saturday I was broke and had very little gas. I stayed at home as one roommate went to his show and the other went out with his girlfriend. I texted a few people trying to find something to do but really didn't pursuse it because most of the people I texted  wanted me to come to them...which I couldn't.  So I stayed at home. Then my thoughts got to me and tore me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also not having as much fun with the acting anymore. Is this whole being an actor a mistake? Have I wasted my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116360608045820101?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116360608045820101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116360608045820101' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116360608045820101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116360608045820101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-wrong.html' title='I was wrong...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116360422979268756</id><published>2006-11-15T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:23:49.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll write a real blog later...</title><content type='html'>If your a star trek fan...go &lt;a href="http://echosphere.net/star_trek_insp/star_trek_insp.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/insp_captkirk_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/400/insp_captkirk_preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/insp_expendability_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/400/insp_expendability_preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/insp_ingenuity_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/400/insp_ingenuity_preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/insp_diplomacy_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/400/insp_diplomacy_preview.jpg" alt="" 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/23827326-116360422979268756?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116360422979268756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116360422979268756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116360422979268756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116360422979268756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-write-real-blog-later.html' title='I&apos;ll write a real blog later...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116344144437992144</id><published>2006-11-13T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T13:13:04.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From Mercury&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/mercury.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows.&lt;br /&gt;You probably never leave home without your cell phone!&lt;br /&gt;You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you.&lt;br /&gt;You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116344144437992144?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116344144437992144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116344144437992144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116344144437992144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116344144437992144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-fun.html' title='Some fun...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116302269802152897</id><published>2006-11-08T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:51:38.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction?</title><content type='html'>This story is about a guy and two girls. The story starts off a couple years ago with this guy liking a girl we will call Kelly. He met Kelly through friends and ended up liking Kelly a lot. Well Kelly and him never dated but they hung out a lot. They e-mailed each other just as much. There would also be times where they just wouldn't talk but when they did get around o it again it would seem time never passed. Then a few years later the guy met Molly. Molly didn't live in the same town as him. They talked on the phone and things seemed like they were going well for awhile. They even travelled to each others cities to vist. Until things changed and they became long distance friends. During said time the guy thought that he might of had a chance with Kelly, he has always liked her and has never stopped liking her and stills likes her to this day but was stuck between a rock and a hard place cause he also really liked Molly. So he did nothing as usual. Now he has ended up sad and alone and hasn't talked to either for awhile and wishes he could talk to Kelly and ask her out but feels like it would be a very dumb idea. The last time he talked to her, he was supposed to go somewhere with her but had a family emergency.  So like before the guy does nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116302269802152897?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116302269802152897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116302269802152897' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116302269802152897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116302269802152897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/11/fiction.html' title='Fiction?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116293348747556069</id><published>2006-11-07T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:04:47.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought it would move...</title><content type='html'>So a couple weeks ago I was driving to go meet some friends and I was crusing down 270. As I am coming over the hill on 270 by the Easton exit I see this pigeon sitting in the road, in the same lane,  about 1/4 of a mile in front of me.  Well I'm in the mind set that this bird, like any &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/pigeon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/200/pigeon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other, will fly away as I get anywhere close to it. Well I am quickly approaching it realizing I am about to hit the poor thing, I can't move due to the car in the lane next to me. The pigeon turns, looks at me and what it looked like to me stood tall and waited for me to take its life.  Now this bothered me greatly but there was nothing I could do. Now I am not a religous person but I am not one to take a life...so I said a short quick prayer and moved on...so to speak.  So rest in peace pigeon...I hope you had a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116293348747556069?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116293348747556069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116293348747556069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116293348747556069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116293348747556069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-thought-it-would-move.html' title='I thought it would move...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116284495836434664</id><published>2006-11-06T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:43:08.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile....part II</title><content type='html'>So I got to post more often. I have people lapping me in blog posts. So let me tell you what has been going on in John's world these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did audition and get cast in LTOB' &lt;a href="http://www.ltob.org/play.php?currentTitle=%27wedding%27"&gt;Perfect Wedding&lt;/a&gt;. I play the best man! I plan to steal...ahem...borrow one of my roommates cameras and hopefully take pictures during the process so I can make one of my fun slideshows that I like making oh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have much to say right now. I'm not artistic in my writting like &lt;a href="http://jsony.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/a&gt;. You talented artistic bastard you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll update again soon...I promise, so don't adjust that dial; and, while I'm gone, if any talking animals ask you to buy some tacos or beer... for God's sake, do what they tell you. You've been watching Sports Night on CSC. Have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116284495836434664?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116284495836434664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116284495836434664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116284495836434664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116284495836434664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-awhilepart-ii.html' title='Its been awhile....part II'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116123190870056587</id><published>2006-10-18T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T00:25:08.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first picture story: White Russian: The First Cast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/White%20Russian%20overhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/320/White%20Russian%20overhead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture includes two things that really mean a lot to me. My friends and Theater. Now don't get me wrong I enjoyed working with the LTOB cast but nothing can replace this cast. We were awesome. I do have to give props to people who are not pictured. People like Sue Rache (which I am sure I butchered her last name) who was our kick ass stage manager/assistant director, Mark Peters; who can design one hell of a light show, and especially Mike Parsons who wrote and directed the amazing show. The show went off with out a hitch the audience loved it and the cast and crew wanted two more weekends. The conclusion of the show added more people to our little group that we lovingly called the DB's or The Drunken Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured from left to right&lt;br /&gt;Laila Newell, Megan Evans, Stefan Langer, me, Randy Benge, Jamie Rothem, Jeremy Sony, Scott Jones, and Eric Ewing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116123190870056587?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116123190870056587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116123190870056587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116123190870056587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116123190870056587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-picture-story-white-russian.html' title='My first picture story: White Russian: The First Cast.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116060929381178430</id><published>2006-10-11T19:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:57:57.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady as we go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/shakespeare.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up. Teeth are feeling better, pain has subsided I am feeling less droopy. Things couldn't be better...Well they could...I wouldn't be single. But I am not letting that depress me. I am looking on the brighter side of being single and might actually ask a girl out on a date...*gasp*...Shocking I know. And to top it off I have Scrubs Season 4, which I need to watch with Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also going to revamp my room. I plan to head to Home Depot this week and pick up some paint chips and try to decide which color I want my room to be. I am also going to try to get a new mattress. The one I have now is older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all of that I have nothing else really to say. Nothing new or Earth shattering is going on. I will try to stay up on my blog more often. Trust me there will be more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I am going to start doing is picking a random picture that I have on my PC of friends past and present and writing about said picture. It will get me to write more and it will give you a view into my life and the people I hang out with now or in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go I want to give much love to Mama Kate...She has helped me out so much this last month and if it wasn't for her, things would be so much different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now something completely diffrent...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/320/shakespeare.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116060929381178430?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116060929381178430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116060929381178430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116060929381178430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116060929381178430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/10/steady-as-we-go.html' title='Steady as we go...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-116047150830949367</id><published>2006-10-10T05:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T05:11:48.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>make it stop</title><content type='html'>Its 5 am...I am in sheer tooth and nail pain. Funny I said tooth cause the one next to the one I had pulled is killing me. I'm please dear god let me sleep or thing or even type. I think i need it pulled. I shaking, rocking, freezing, burning up...all it once. Hell its taken me 5 mins to write this much. I have no idea what iam going to do about work tomorrow...today...whatever. So yeah I'm peachy keen how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to keep the mind off the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-116047150830949367?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/116047150830949367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=116047150830949367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116047150830949367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/116047150830949367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-it-stop.html' title='make it stop'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115919714793770979</id><published>2006-09-25T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T11:25:41.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hm...</title><content type='html'>I have sat at this computer for an hour and I can't think of a damn thing to write about. SO I will write about my weekend. I get to work on friday feeling like shit. and looking like it to because Kathy sends me home the moment she gets here. I then head home and get some sleep which makes me feel a little better. Jeremy comes up to me about 5pm and asks me what I am doing for the the night. As I had nothing really planned but feeling better he convices and bribes me to go out to westerville with him so he can take pictures for Dracula. After that we get some pizza and head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was just as uneventful as friday. Layed around the house half the day and then Scott and Mike came over and we watched the OSU game which was a nail bitter at first...well it wasn't a nail bitter compaired to that amazing Notre Dame game. The game ended they left and Binion went to see Alamo which I unfortunatly didn't see and I am sooooo sorry megan I really did wanna see it...I feel really bad that I missed it. So I am sitting at home when my friend lauren (from high school) calls and asks if I wanted to go see a movie with her. We went and saw The Covenent. It wasn't bad...it wasn't great...I come home talk about it with mary, jeremy and erik. We then play a rousing game of Scrabble while listening to my Muppet show records. Let me tell you how much fun that was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday started with watching the ND game with Jeremy and Mary in the morning wile playing that game I can't spell but is tons of fun. Mike comes over about 12:30 and we head off to bw3's to watch some football. Now one thing I left out of saturday was that I started getting a small toothchache saturday afternoon. But sunday morning it had gotten worse and now I feel like I just wanna die. So we wtch the football Bengals win, Vikings lose...and we head home. I then fall asleep on the couch for 20 mins get up and head off to my friends house for some gaming and then head home about 11.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Now we are at today. I am at work with a mind blowing tooth ache and I am extremly tired...cause of the whole can't sleep tooth hurts thing. People are going to tell me well got get it fixed. Well one needs money to get said thing fixed. I was given some places to go at OSU to get my tooth fixed but one of the places I called only see like the first 20 people there and needs the money up front which I don't have. So I carry around a bottle of pills that I take if the pain gets too bad...but that starting to run empty. Anyways...hope you are all having a better day than I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice to have one good day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115919714793770979?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115919714793770979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115919714793770979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115919714793770979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115919714793770979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/09/hm.html' title='hm...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115824260118844991</id><published>2006-09-14T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:03:21.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New look</title><content type='html'>So what do ya think? You like the new look? I do. The other one was to dark...and what was with the dots? Anyways this is my new look and I hope you like it. I once again thank my buddy &lt;a href="http://jsony.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jeremy.&lt;/a&gt; He did a lot of the work I just told him what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...there not much to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to rant about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115824260118844991?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115824260118844991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115824260118844991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115824260118844991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115824260118844991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-look.html' title='New look'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115757730200192697</id><published>2006-09-06T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:15:02.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O.C.T.A keeps it coming...*warning there is a lot   **Come on I haven't updated for real in a while</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty good weekend. I felt like it started off kinda crappy but it ended well. So lets start at the begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was just finishing being sick but still had that heavy head feeling. I had lunch with Jeremy and Mike at the Bob Evans and then came home played Mike in some Madden then decided I should pack. Fast forward to about 6pm. I get to the hotel and check in. Well they screwed up. I asked for 2 beds in a NON smoking room. All they had were smoking. I reserved the NON smoking room and checked it 3 days before check in day. I was a little upset but I let it go. I wasn't going to let that ruin my weekend. Then I go help out Ruby and Kathy with the First Timers table...that was a bore...then I escaped went up played some Euchare with Mike, Sara, &amp; Jeremy...although Jeremy passed it off the Mike Schacbaurer (His last name is spelled wrong and I know it ). Long story short (too late) Friday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a weird day. I woke up saw an excerpt of Jerry Finnigan's Sister. As I was leaving to get some lunch some lights on my dashboard came on and I decided I needed to get them fixed. After an hour at Tuffy I went to get the said lunch and I was off to work so I could close down the store cause the new girl didn't know how. I leave there got back to the hotel watch some of the Buckeye game and head down stairs just in time to see The Cemetery Club. That night they had thier Monte Carlo night where I won this awesome mini waterfall. I then particapated in the OCTA version of the Match Game where I got my ass handed to me but I had fun being on the panel. I then proceeded to get some free drinks thanks to MTI and off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the day hanging out with Jeremy in the morning and going to Meijer to get some chicken for a lunch. Then when I got back I turned around and headed out with the Garcia's for a second lunch at Champps and then when I returned from there saw the last couple excerpts not including Little Women but then I proceed to McD's with Parsons for a late snack. I come back and find Shane and Natalie in the hotel and have a drink with them, Gwen, and her husband. I then met Kristy and a couple other people from Licking county and have a drink with them at the same bar I left not a twenty minutes ago. After we finish our drinks we all head up to our rooms and change for dinner. Dinner was nice...chicken with some kinda sauce that I didn't eat cause it could've killed me (atleast we think). After dinner I met up with Kristy again and head back to the same bar to kill some time have another drink. We part ways...i find my friends grab a beer from the room and head back down for the dance. There was an hour wait for a drawing and the hour felt like two...but once it was over the fun began. The DJ was awesome and had some fun activites like the scavenger hunt that I WON! WHOO!...oh the pictures and the blackmail....ugh. As the dance went on a slow dance came on and I didn't have anyone to dance with. As I look around I happen to see the girl from Finnigan's Sister standing all by herself. I muster up some courage ( the beer really helped that) and asked her to dance. And to my surprise she said yes. We danced until the end of the dance just talking finding out about each other...well mainly me finding a lot about her. After the dance we walked around the hotel for awhile had some laughs and some goodtimes. Afterwhile and at her mother's call she decided to head to bed and we said we would see each other at breakfest. Which unfortunatly did not happen. I mark it up as confidence and I am proud of myself and I may still talk about it for another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much there...breakfest...sitting around and listening to people get awards...like Jeremy for his Newsletter that kicks ass AND takes names. Afterwards I head home and veg the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my OCTA weekend I hope you enjoyed reading about it as much as I did experiencing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115757730200192697?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115757730200192697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115757730200192697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115757730200192697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115757730200192697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/09/octa-keeps-it-comingwarning-there-is.html' title='O.C.T.A keeps it coming...*warning there is a lot   **Come on I haven&apos;t updated for real in a while'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115703633721691431</id><published>2006-08-31T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T10:58:58.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*enter title here*</title><content type='html'>This post is pretty much going to be a random thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in pain. Total someone hit me in the back with a baseball bat and filled my head with cement pain. Last night I had a fever...I laid on the couch not moving since I got home from work and didn't move till like 4 when I slowly &lt;u&gt;crawled&lt;/u&gt; up to my bed. It was one of those things where your freezing so you put on a blanket so you warm up. Then all of a sudden you're on fire and need to take the blanket off. That was me all night. Watched some movies though. I watched "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". It wasn't bad. Not scary...very creepy though. It had Chief from Battlestar Glactica...although he never said a damn thing. Just sat there by the DA making interesting facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am at work. In pain...hopfully Kathy will let me leave early today so i can rest up for this weekend. I totally feel like crap. Blah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115703633721691431?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115703633721691431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115703633721691431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115703633721691431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115703633721691431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/08/enter-title-here.html' title='*enter title here*'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115642791239892357</id><published>2006-08-24T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:58:32.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole this from Mikie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;This is an audience participation post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To participate, you need to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;1) Press the link to post a comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;2) Scroll down if necessary to see what the "secret code" is (the code that you have to enter in order to post your comment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;3) Type that code as the first line of your post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;4) Create a sentence where the first letter of each word matches the "secret code"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;5) Please leave a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I will post them all when they stop coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115642791239892357?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115642791239892357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115642791239892357' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115642791239892357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115642791239892357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-stole-this-from-mikie.html' title='I stole this from Mikie'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115634805930225804</id><published>2006-08-23T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T12:18:44.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just don't get it</title><content type='html'>I am an 80's child. I grew up with Loony Toons, Tom and Jerry, and all those other violent cartoons. I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/tomandjerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/320/tomandjerry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; think I grew up just fine. I don't smoke, I don't dress up like a woman and kiss men, and I certainly don't hit my friends or enemies over the head with frying pans. So why does the UK feel it's necessary to take out the smoking from old Tom and Jerry cartoons. Kids these days probably don't watch Tom and Jerry due to the new crappy cartoons that are on instead. The only time that I can find Tom and Jerry is late at night or early early morning and that's becoming a rarity due to Adult swim and crappy anime. I hate anime. Of course I'm referring to American TV and not the UK. There schedules are probably very different then ours but still...if you don't like what your kids watch then change the channel don't change the classic cartoons. Its dumb. No one shielded my eyes when I sat infront of the TV wasting away my Saturday mornings watching Daffy Duck get shot in the face 5 times cause its duck season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I posted the top paragraph and I thought I was done. Then I happened to click on a link that took me to E!'s website and the top line of the article said and I quote "Bugs Bunny inappropriate for children? What's up, Doc?"&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;font-family:verdana,helvetica;color:#000000;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;then I saw the article was from 2001 but that's not the point. The point is why now? What's the problem? Are kids smoking because of Tom and Jerry? I w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/1444400184.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/320/1444400184.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ant you to go out and find me one person....ONE person that started smoking because of cartoons. My childhood is already being ruined by bad remakes of cartoons I grew up with....why not just reedit them like they did with E.T....Stop because I am pointing this walkie talkie at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115634805930225804?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115634805930225804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115634805930225804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115634805930225804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115634805930225804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-dont-get-it.html' title='I just don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115622349043353508</id><published>2006-08-22T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T01:20:09.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Animals with Bruce Killette</title><content type='html'>I have talked about this to many friends and some hate it and others enjoy it. This is a short film that came about after dicking around with a webcam with a couple of friends. We did it in 2 afternoons and there is no script what so ever. Most of it was made up on the spot the other stuff was taken from the original movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado...Bruce meets the terrible Fattabeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" allownetworking="internal" allowScriptAccess="never"style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAANqctPCdnifiT76r-zQOMpyLDDhYGZrzgtTco7kpdz0Wr85SKeDBzZKAUf_BM_Szt8o5Xtj46jupJllPJN1f34fwTz-iP85ZIBCq_qf2Yiazm9H5I3fUdvrv_yBXjflh_2j-EWb-TdaFXeuU3tUsXWXdaE3L0YYtLmqqJBUCZmn_zgAWAljlh-lJ0Zz6_Y2wXE1RSpUcMU2obQ7O0ITnev_vF5G8aQYwlUc_EUWaycoR%26sigh%3DtxFjpjbmeqCe8wgz69hjWt_-Qps%26begin%3D0%26len%3D410276%26docid%3D-8715499225575302436&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fcontentid%3D229ded7373ab78c7%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1140725534%26sigh%3DfmOk4kn8j8mmvkJs4X5UcLzvgEg&amp;playerId=-8715499225575302436&amp;playerMode=embed allownetworking="internal"ded" allowScriptAccess="never" quality="best" bgcolor="..ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115622349043353508?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115622349043353508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115622349043353508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115622349043353508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115622349043353508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupid-animals-with-bruce-killette.html' title='Stupid Animals with Bruce Killette'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115584845412241090</id><published>2006-08-17T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:00:54.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...what's new?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I should be writing more in this. Its just I really have nothing exciting going on in my life right now...well besides my nervous break down last weekend but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly my life consists of getting up going to work coming home and playing my computer games till 1 in the morning like I did before I got into community theater. This is what I was afraid of when I decided to take my break. Instead of hanging out with friends like I said I was going to do I am up in my room playing a game online. God I need to change things. I need to get out and see those people who are my friend and who want to hang out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired people. People who think they are so high and mighty over the rest of the world. Yes I am being vague. I have learned my lesson from other journals that naming names is not always a wise thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I promise my next blog will be happy and funny. It will have jokes and pictures and it will make people smile again. Cause that's what I like to do...make people laugh and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I start dreaming again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115584845412241090?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115584845412241090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115584845412241090' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115584845412241090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115584845412241090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmwhats-new.html' title='Hmm...what&apos;s new?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115521832266982849</id><published>2006-08-10T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:58:42.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch ch ch change...</title><content type='html'>I am not one for change. Now their is always a little change in people's life and it good for them. The change I speak of is Binion's new job. Now I am happy for the guy and I hope things work out for him! Its just going to be diffrent...He is going to be home before me. I know this sounds weird and all but it just diffrent and like I said I am not one for change. I like things the way the were. Now this is sounding like I don't like hanging out with Erik. I do like the guy...hell if I didn't why would I move in with him. That or he'd be dead in his sleep already and I wouldn't do that cause the would make Laila mad and it would be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115521832266982849?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115521832266982849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115521832266982849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115521832266982849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115521832266982849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/08/ch-ch-ch-change.html' title='Ch ch ch change...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115505512449863374</id><published>2006-08-08T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:38:44.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More thoughts...</title><content type='html'>This past weekend kinda sucked. Saturday was the 10th anniversary of my mom passing away. Wow 10 years. I can't believe it. I look back and can't believe the things I have gone through these past 10 years. Starting from Mom passing to barely passing high school. Working at the movie theater than bd's and now at the costume shop with a couple warehouse jobs in there. Doing theater and meeting a gaggle of wonderful and not so wonderful people. Moving out with 2 friends and trying to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also really jealous. I am jealous of my roommates. I am jealous because I come home and sometimes they are with their girlfriend and laughing and having a good time and then I go up to my room alone. Its a very lonely feeling sometimes and it sucks. It sucks cause Liz lives down in cincy and I don't get to see her. I was hoping to go vist her during the month of august but that was thwarted by helping out with Pippin. Not that I am complaining because it is a good show and all my friends are in it and I am having fun. I just wish I could see her...hell even talk to her but due to our schedules that's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a funk and I want to get out of it soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115505512449863374?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115505512449863374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115505512449863374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115505512449863374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115505512449863374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-thoughts.html' title='More thoughts...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115444570730683685</id><published>2006-08-01T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T11:35:25.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...To much or not enough?</title><content type='html'>I have started to believe in fate recently...I think there have been many things going on in my life that fate has a had a hand in playing. Like take for example where I am now. I'm living with 2 of my good friends having a really good time doing things that I love and spending time with people I consider friends if not more. My life could have been totally different. After high school I made a choice either go to college or take some time off. High school was rough on me and I almost didn't graduate but I did, so I decided to take time off to work full time. Now some people think that doing that was a mistake. I worked at that movie theater (movies 16 in gahanna for 4 years 11 months and 3 weeks) and if I didn't work there I would have never gotten into community theater. I have one man to thank for that. Aarron Fisher. He, and I use this term loosely, bullied me to audition for Camelot for Gahanna community theater. That's where I met Colin Classen and Dayton Duvall. It was an ok show and I had fun doing it. Then about a month later I got a call from Dayton telling me to call someone by the name Kathy Hyland. There was this theater down in Grove City doing some show called Titanic and they needed a tall thin young man. After thinking about it for a day and my dad encouraging me to do it I called Kathy. The phone call went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy- "hello"&lt;br /&gt;Me - "hi Kathy? This is John. Dayton told me to call you cause you were looking for people for your show"&lt;br /&gt;K- "Ah yes. What range can you sing? "&lt;br /&gt;M - "what?"&lt;br /&gt;K- "what range? Like baritone, tenor, bass..."&lt;br /&gt;M- "oh...uh, I don't know"&lt;br /&gt;K - "oh..Ok...What do you look like?"&lt;br /&gt;M- "well I'm tall and thin..."&lt;br /&gt;K- "Perfect come down and we will fit you in somewhere"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lead to me playing the part of the lookout with a really high solo that I couldn't sing and a damn phone that wouldn't stay on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS....Your all probably asking what is the point of this blog and I bring it back to fate. If I went to college and didn't work the movie theater full time I would have never gotten into Camelot and never met Dayton and things would have been different. I might have eventually done community theater but I wouldn't have the friendships I have now. I would still be living at home cause I might have just finished college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring up another point of fate. Last night I was leaving Pippin rehearsal and walking out with Sarah, Jai, and John. I said my goodnights and walked to my car. I looked inside and saw a book that I needed to give back to Colin. So I ran inside and gave the book back to Colin and said my goodbyes again and then left. As I drive up 71 N right after the 670 exit there was an accident that happened maybe 5 minutes before I got there...and it was a bad one. And I mean it just happened. There were no police, no fire, no ambulances. It probably was on the news. There was a semi that ran over something big and wooden, 2 cars totaled and wood shattered all over 71. I lucky maneuvered throught the wood and got the traffic quickly. If I didn't run the book into Colin there is a good chance I could have been in that accident. Now a lot of you might be skeptical about this but I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other fate ideals that's going on with my life but I think I have said enough for now. If you want to know ask....and I MIGHT tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115444570730683685?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115444570730683685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115444570730683685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115444570730683685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115444570730683685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/08/thinkingto-much-or-not-enough.html' title='Thinking...To much or not enough?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115350971237360289</id><published>2006-07-21T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T16:31:04.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Trail</title><content type='html'>Oregon trail has been Jeremy's and my little enjoyment these last couple days...I started it off with my last blog...The he wrote one on his &lt;a href="http://jsony.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; Now here is mine....its kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1st I'm tired of the Midwest. And being a Carpenter from Ohio, I would think they would need help out west. So I approached all my friends and asked who wanted to go. Jeremy and Mike stepped forward first. They were up for the adventure. Next came Liz, like her aunt, always up for a road trip. I was going to ask her first but you know me...Finally Mary stepped up, she didn't want to leave Jeremy's side and like me she was done with the midwest. So Finally we head off west away from Indepence, MO. Lets hope the trail is a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 7th and things are going great! Everyone is getting along famously. We have just reached the Kanasas River. We discuss how we are going to cross. We decide to caulk the wagon and float across. It worked great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 12 one of the oxen gets hurt. A minor setback but everyone is still positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 13 we reach the Big Blue River. We caulk the wagon again...it worked the first time and it worked this time too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 21. We reach Fort Kearny. We've gone 21 days with out stopping so I think we've earn a day of resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 3. Damn. Its my fault. I was goofing off in the wagon and knocked Mary out the back. She fell and broke her arm. She's not talking to me. Jeremy is trying to tell her it was an accident and I didn't meant to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 7. We reach Chimeny Rock. Mary and I are talking again. We take another day of rest. Still have plenty of food and the trip is going great. Mike suggests we hunt for food soon just in case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 12 Jeremy has got a bad case of dysenyery. Thank god we are close to Larime. We can rest a couple days and he can see a doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 13 We reach Larime. Jeremy goes to the doctor and Mary goes with him to get her amr looked at. We'll rest for 2 -3 days. We've been lucky so far..knock on wood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 23. Jeremy is not having very good luck. Poor guy looks like he is has Cholera. Mary is taking care of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31. Liz is the next to get sick, she's got typhoid. Mike is at the lead. Jeremy is doing better thanks to Mary and I start taking care of liz. Little less than half way there. We are almost to Independence Rock. We'll rest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3rd. Thats what happens when we let mike drive the ox. We took the wrong trail and it took us 3 days to get back where we were. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 4th Mary wondered off looking for fruit and didn't tell anyone. Got lost but we found her. Lost a day but its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 8th. Damn it to hell!  We were robbed in the middle of the night. Oddly enough he only took bullets. The women are scared but Mike and I decide to man the watch each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9. we reach Independence Rock and decide to rest a couple days to get everyone healthy again...or as close as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14. we stop to hunt cause we are running low on food. Nab a squrriel and a deer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 22. out of food. Mike grabs the gun and goes to hunt. He found nothing going to rest one more day and try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 23. Mike nabs a deer and almost a buffalo but he missed and the buffalo started to charge so mike ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 28. Great day. Jeremy wanted a hand at this hunting thing and killed a bear. That should last us for a week or two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 3. Mike is the next to get sick. He now has dysentery. Mary is taking care of him. On the plus side, we still have everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 9. Hooray! We reach Fort Bridger. Tis a good day. Mike's going to the Doc. I'm going to buy some food and we are taking a couple days rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 16. Its not looking good for Mike. Mary thinks he has cholera now. Side Note...Its been a really hot year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 29. Are we head westward we see wagon. We stop to see if anyone is there. There is no one around so we figured it abandoned. Found 42 bullets and an axle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 30. we stop at soda springs. We rest a couple more days and enjoy the water. Mike is looking better, Jeremy and Mary ran off for some alone time, and Liz and I are enjoying each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 17. I swear, you ask Jeremy to do one thing...I asked him to watch the ox while I use the woods. I come back and him and Mary are making out in the wagon and one of the ox is gone. So we lose 2 days looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 19. Ok I feel bad for yelling at Jeremy..especially now that he has the measles. Thank god for mary...she has been our resident nurse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 22 One of the ox died because of the heat and little water. We try our best to keep them going. I feel bad it died but damn we lost a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 31. I try to take a short cut but lead us to an impassible trail got to loose 8 days going back...my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept12...no food...only could kill 2 squirrels...everyone getting a little nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept13. killed a deer going to move on for a couple more days...The guys decided to let the girls have more food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept14. Mike is getting worse...he has a fever. Need to keep moving though. Jeremy thinks we are about a month out if not more....we can all make it. I know we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 3. Reach Fort Boise. Hell of a time getting there. Fog and Impassable trails delayed us...we are going to rest and buy some more food. Running out of money though. Month out....my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct 7 MIke is just not the lucky one. He now has typhoid. Nurse Mary is taking care of him yet again. Jeremy is getting jelous just a little. She's spending a lot of time with Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 23 Stop and hunt...kill a deer , a bear, and a squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 24  I was driving...my bad..I thought the rocks were going right under and the wheel was going to miss it. Instead the wheel rolled right over the rocks and Mike flew out the back of the wagon and broke his arm. Everyone is mad at me. Jeremy is driving now.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 28 I still don't have driving privlages back...so now liz is driving cause jeremy has the measles again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 5  Liz accidently take the wrong trail and we loose 5 days. Its ok...she to pretty to be mad at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 9  We reach The Blue Mountains...ran into some indians on the way the helped us hunt...very low on food...going to hunt. Jeremy and Mike are getting better. We are almost there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov.26 Its winter...Hit by a blizzard lost a day but we reached Fort Walla Walla....Almost there...dear god  don't let anyone die now..We all decided that we are so close so we are going to keep moving as we are leaving the fort we found a wagon covered with snow...we search for people find no one but we find a set of clothing, 42 bullets and a wagon wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 3 Jeremy has a fever and we are caught in a blizzard and lost 2 days...almost there I can almost see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 5 Jeremy was feeling better...so we all decided to have some fun take a break and have a snow ball fight...jeremy slip and broke his arm...the fun was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 25 Merry Christmas...Mary has typhoid and Jeremy got the Measles AGAIN...what a present. We all exchange gifts of rocks and sticks and bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec. 29 Damn it. Sad day. The measles got the best of him. Jeremy died. Mary blames her self. She couldn't take care of him but she was sick herself. Liz does the ceremony, Mike and I bury Jeremy..it was a touching ceremony..poor mary...don't think she'll be the same. We rest 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan.1,1849 Happy Fucking New year....this trip has taken forever...almost there. I started out great now its gone to hell... We knew it was going to happen. She was a wreck with out him. Mary passed in her sleep. The three of us are just torn up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 8, No food, Mike is hunting as best he can, and Liz now has exhuastion...I am taking care of her as best I can. Please let it be over soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 10. Hell ya..liz is getting better and Mike killed a bear...i think we are going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jan 27. No food, Liz now has Cholera and mike has measles...we are 39 miles out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 1. 26 miles away and liz dies...Mike and I can't take it any more...was this trip worth it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 5.  20 miles out...hit 5 blizzards...Mike died in his sleep...why god why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 8. 14 miles...ox can't walk through snow...I've got the measles...I have a feeling I'm going to see everyone soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 9...12 miles away...John was found dead frozen to death sitting in the wagon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115350971237360289?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115350971237360289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115350971237360289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115350971237360289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115350971237360289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/07/oregon-trail_21.html' title='Oregon Trail'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115337364056379012</id><published>2006-07-20T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:34:00.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Trail</title><content type='html'>That game was the best game when I was growing up. Well not the best but it kicked ass at school. Well anyways a friend of mine sent me this link and long story short now you can play it online. Tonight I played another game. In my party I took Liz, Jeremy, Mary, and Mike...cause you can only take 5. Here is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 29,1848&lt;/strong&gt; Liz broke her arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 4, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;Mike breaks his arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 7, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;liz got typhoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 11, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;Jeremy broke his leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 13, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;Liz died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 23, 1848 &lt;/strong&gt;Mike get typhoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 15, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;Mike breaks his arm again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 17, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;Mike get measles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aug. 28 1848&lt;/strong&gt;Jeremy got dysentery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aug 29, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;Mary broke her leg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aug 31, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;Mike got cholera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept 4, 1848&lt;/strong&gt; Jeremy died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 18,1848 &lt;/strong&gt;Mary got a snake bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 18 1848&lt;/strong&gt;...Broke tounge on the wagon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sept 21, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;Broke axel on wagon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 23 1848&lt;/strong&gt;. Mary got dysentery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 24, 1848&lt;/strong&gt;mike got cholera again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 26 1848 &lt;/strong&gt;Mike Died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oct. 28 1848&lt;/strong&gt; Mary died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 2 1848 &lt;/strong&gt;John got Dysentery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov. 3 1848 &lt;/strong&gt;John died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveled 1558 miles before the last person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun...&lt;br /&gt;http://www.virtualapple.org/oregontraildisk.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115337364056379012?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115337364056379012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115337364056379012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115337364056379012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115337364056379012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/07/oregon-trail.html' title='Oregon Trail'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115334450008540885</id><published>2006-07-19T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:28:20.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If my blog had a theme song...</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting on the computer at working messing with Fantasy Football and other things while listening to the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack at work. Then the song Nicole Kidman sings come on, "One day I'll fly away". I started to listen and there is a part of that goes well with the title of this blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll fly away&lt;br /&gt;Leave all this to yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Why live life from dream to dream?&lt;br /&gt;And dread the day when dreaming ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally think it fits and I also think and hope its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115334450008540885?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115334450008540885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115334450008540885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115334450008540885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115334450008540885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-my-blog-had-theme-song.html' title='If my blog had a theme song...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115325657167560655</id><published>2006-07-18T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:02:51.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play make John a dull boy.</title><content type='html'>During White Russian at LTOB I decided that I will take a break from theater. I would not audition for another show till January. That show would be &lt;a href="http://apollo18.blogspot.com/"&gt;Darkside&lt;/a&gt;. Well White Russian ended almost 4 weeks ago and I am going insane. I need some kind of theater/acting to keep me busy. This is where the DB's come in. For those who don't know DB's is short for the Drunken Bastards. We are a group of actors/writers/directors...well in short theater people. We get together every so often and either read a script someone has written. That or we pull a couple tv show scripts...put the character's names in a hat and what ever we draw that who we read. To get back to what I was trying to get to...we need to do it again...soon! I think maybe a couple of nights...like one night with a comedy (scrubs) and a drama (west wing). The next night a sci/drama (Battlestar Galatica) and a comedy (scrubs again or coupling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my free time now I am taking Vaud Villities dance classes...I started tap last night...what the hell was I thinking about...that was not a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115325657167560655?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115325657167560655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115325657167560655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115325657167560655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115325657167560655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-work-and-no-play-make-john-dull.html' title='All work and no play make John a dull boy.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115263030324179583</id><published>2006-07-11T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T11:06:28.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet in the brainpan, squish.</title><content type='html'>Thats the feeling I have had in the last week or so due to this damn poster contest. I'm pretty sure I don't want to do this ever again...but if I don't will this be the end on the contest? Or will Linda take it over and run it into the ground? Or have I already done that? I am going to make a list of things that should be done next year incase I am insane and do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side I got to see Liz a lot last week which was awesome. Fun was had. I can't wait till she moves up here. It will be like that all the time which wil be AWESOME!!! Notice the excitement? Same word but in caps...with exclamation marks after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115263030324179583?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115263030324179583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115263030324179583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115263030324179583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115263030324179583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/07/bullet-in-brainpan-squish.html' title='Bullet in the brainpan, squish.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23827326.post-115211767416337200</id><published>2006-07-05T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T13:01:13.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile...</title><content type='html'>So its july 5th...where has the year gone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was fun. I had a 4 day weekend and can I tell you I enjoyed every minute. Well almost. The weekend started off with friday night and White Russian. After the show I came home and hung out with the roomies. Had some beers and some fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday rolled around and I went to Dayton to see my cousin's wedding which I was all disappointed cause I had to leave for my show that night and couldn't stay for the reception. Saturday at White Russian people decided to fuck with me on stage which then I gave a horrible perfomance and I was pissed. VERY PISSED! Then went home and had a drink with the roomies and passed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was awesome. I had no plans what so ever. I got up...played some games...hung &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/monopoly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/200/monopoly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out with Jeremy played some more games...Jeremy, Mary, and I decided to play some Monopoly. Anyone who has ever played Monopoly knows a usualy games takes a couple days to play one game. &lt;strong&gt;AN HOUR AND A HALF&lt;/strong&gt; Mary beat the piss out of Jeremy and I in an Hour and a half. After I went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was also a day with not much to do. I picked up th family portaits with dad and then came back to the house to hang with Jeremy. Then the storm hit. The scary scary (not really) storm. So we turned on channel 4 to watch the storm coverage and came up with a new drinking game. Everytime they zoomed in to street level and they showed our neighborhood you would have to take a shot. Well we didn't really...cause we would of been drunk off our asses...atleast I would have been...and we had places to go like RED, WHITE, and BOOM. Jeremy went to get Mary and they watched it from a hotel while I went with Scott and our friend Sam. We watched it with the rest of the commoners on the street. Now this year was fun...I love hanging out with scott...good times always had...but it didn't compare to last year with Anthony, Mindy and the rest. That was just way to fun. MISS YOU MINDY!!!! Any ways as we are watching the fireworks three cops walk by us, a second later 3 black guys walk by us &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8078/2465/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;going the other way. The you see the cops turn around and one of them yells its those guys in the hats. The three black guys start running and the cops chase after them and then the sea of white came. the crowd opened up as the half the columbus city cops were chasing these guys. One of them escaped but with 4 cops chasing him. About 5 mins later the cops on horses showed up and so did the ghetto bird (police chopper). The fireworks were nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was awesome. Went to the Indians game and hung out with Liz, laila, Cassie, Mike, Megan, and Scott. The yankees got their ass kicked 19-1 but we had fun. Now I want to make one thing clear. I have been called a teamwhore which I must say is not true. Last year I started off rooting for the Indians. I really didn't care who won or lost I just wanted to see baseball but the Indians were the home team so I chose to root for them. but as the game went on for some reason I started rooting for the Yankees. It was fun and the Indians were sucking. Now this year it was all yankees. they got thier ass handed to them but it was Yankees all game. *side note* Liz, Laila, Cassie and I were so loud we were told we were heard on tv by several diffrent people.* Fun was had at the game and I stayed with liz, laila and Cassie and we all went to the Hard rock cafe for some dessert and then came home. That car ride home was an experience. It was tons of fun...not saying I didn't have fun on the way up but we sang Kane to chris and we all screamed Hi to chris, Blu, david, and steve. We also cursed bailey for not being there. Tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times...good times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23827326-115211767416337200?l=alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/feeds/115211767416337200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23827326&amp;postID=115211767416337200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115211767416337200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23827326/posts/default/115211767416337200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alwaysdreaming00.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12505712414297770246</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://myspace-671.vo.llnwd.net/00818/17/68/818118671_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
