<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:06:45.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Following Takes Place Between...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-8439621896673939366</id><published>2009-04-13T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:50:44.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wanted to get this up yesterday but I ran into some technical difficulty so that is why I am posting my Easter blog on the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had so many different ideas on what this particular blog should be about. Obviously I wanted to show Jesus' love for us and how amazing he is. I originally wanted to do a slide show with many different pictures that show his love in our world. Sadly I did not have enough time to take THAT many photos before Easter. Then I figured I would do a typical blog and just post some pictures of different crosses up. But after I took the cross pictures and looked through all the pictures I have taken in the past, I realized there was a lot of pictures I already had that shows Gods greatness and creativity.  So enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to give a lot of credit to my lovely Fiance Vanessa, who was present during most of the pictures, taken a few herself, and came up with a lot of creative ideas for this project...so thank you Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmexiRZdny0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/RmexiRZdny0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/9655261-8439621896673939366?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/8439621896673939366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=8439621896673939366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/8439621896673939366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/8439621896673939366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-1096870570596710626</id><published>2008-11-19T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:10:19.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one and only Travis Courtney</title><content type='html'>As some of you know and some may not know,  a good friend and roommate of mine took his own life exactly four years ago.  This is a pretty traumatic event in someones life.  I would think that other people who went through this event would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An event like that will stick with you for the rest of your life.  I do remember it like it was yesterday, step by step.  I remember where we came from when we found him, I remember the events that happened when we found him, I even remember what song was playing on TV when it was all happening.  I remember the one song we chose to play over and over and over again afterwords.  I remember the people I called, where we stayed that evening, the events of telling everyone, person by person. Even the next day is easy to remember.  I remember 1am in the morning, Lindsey coming by after work and staying till I left.  The sunrise Glen, Shanon and myself went to see because we couldn't sleep.  My mom and Tristan coming by in the morning to pick me up and take me home.  I even remember eating at Carl's Jr. before we left and the awkward silences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think after 4 years it is time to remember something else.  It is time to remember Travis (or T-bone) and everything we did together and the little things  that remind me of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a day that goes by when I don't miss having my good friend here with me.  So please enjoy these photos about...Travis Courtney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3041821851/" title="IMG_0983 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/3041821851_cd3d4a19f2.jpg" alt="IMG_0983" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I would start it off with the back of the bulletin that was handed out during the memorial ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3041819973/" title="IMG_0980 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/3041819973_d022b36e41.jpg" alt="IMG_0980" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the front of the bulletin and the school newspaper article about him.  The ribbon was also given out during the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3041823449/" title="IMG_1191 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/3041823449_d84144d147.jpg" alt="IMG_1191" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course never went surfing with him, but someone from Hawaii would of course love to surf.  I remember hearing about his surfing class he took in Monterey.  He and Elise realized they even had it together I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3041818039/" title="IMG_0950 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/3041818039_d9c8a45b6e.jpg" alt="IMG_0950" width="256" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told this story soo many times that of course it had to make it on here.  I got a speeding ticket and was stupid enough to take traffic school by renting the videos.  Travis came in and saw how sad an pathetic I was.  So he left, came back with some SpongeBob party hats, and said "You cant be upset with a party hat" I wore that hat the rest of the time watching those videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3042660738/" title="IMG_0931 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3196/3042660738_9f10224cf9.jpg" alt="IMG_0931" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most creative people I met.  He loved to write and he even had a journal.  I do wish I could read the entries he wrote during the last days of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3042659480/" title="IMG_0863 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/3042659480_ec285a72d9.jpg" alt="IMG_0863" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was many nights where Travis, myself, Matt, Dan, and Cody would go out and play basketball at a court that was barely lit by the walking path light right next to it.  Travis and I would also play 21 quite often, and as many times as we played I think I only beat him once.  My fade was on that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3042657122/" title="IMG_0834 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/3042657122_eb738a5e60.jpg" alt="IMG_0834" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Infamous "Sweater Picture" This is the one and only picture that the four roommates are all in together.  We are wearing our beautiful sweaters brought to you by Sam and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3041812071/" title="IMG_0814 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/3041812071_d11f79f1d0.jpg" alt="IMG_0814" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very shy when I do not know anyone.  Travis is the opposite.  First class ever at CSUMB, no friends, nothing.  Travis sat down next to me and introduced himself.  He was the first friend I had at CSUMB, and the first time we hung out we played Ps2 football, which was something we did repeatedly during our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3042651824/" title="IMG_0791 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3204/3042651824_390e8b5524.jpg" alt="IMG_0791" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to use a funny quote I heard from someone recently.  Books were Travis' "Drug of choice."  He loved to read, and the reason I have all religious books in here is because he loved Jesus as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3042653500/" title="IMG_0804 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/3042653500_1363f67d78.jpg" alt="IMG_0804" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philipians 4:13.  I never knew what his favorite verse was, But this is one that reminded me of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/3041806679/" title="IMG_0438 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3069/3041806679_d1bf60b039.jpg" alt="IMG_0438" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I had to do a picture of a guitar because when you picture Travis I am sure you can picture him with his guitar.  I do remember one night when the power was out.  Travis was in the "Couch Coral" playing his guitar (in the dark of course) so a few of us joined him in the coral and sang along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for checking this out.  It really does mean a lot to me.  If there is anything else you can think of that reminds you of Travis Courtney let me know and I will see if I can get some pictures taken for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-1096870570596710626?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/1096870570596710626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=1096870570596710626' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/1096870570596710626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/1096870570596710626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-and-only-travis-courtney.html' title='The one and only Travis Courtney'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/3041821851_cd3d4a19f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-554117911237869601</id><published>2008-10-28T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:52:20.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different kind of Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a while since I have been witting in this thing, so I have new content coming your way.  Sine I got a new camera I figured I would have a "photo blog" where I can express myself through pictures.  This idea was created by the wonderfully intelligent and beautiful Vanessa. Each time I post, I will try to have different themes, but we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first theme is going to be my "Learning" Theme. I just got this camera and am new to this, so I am testing the limits and just trying to take some photos.  I did not get any other lenses except for the one that came with the camera which was pretty slow so I had to test A LOT of things out.  Hopefully soon I will get a better lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982913666/" title="IMG_0121 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/2982913666_f7342bc5e1.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0121" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a good first one to show you how awesome I look taking pictures from different angles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982058603/" title="IMG_0126 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3071/2982058603_88a8e52421.jpg" width="394" height="500" alt="IMG_0126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically making fun of all the "myspace" pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982911682/" title="IMG_0120 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2982911682_7e75931b71.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my beautiful lady who came up with this idea.  Drinking her coffee of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982053713/" title="IMG_0069 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3175/2982053713_4d0859f12b.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_0069" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Camera = Gotta take a flower picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982907968/" title="IMG_0066 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2982907968_700742866a.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful but also dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982049939/" title="IMG_0027 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2982049939_49bfb595c8.jpg" width="500" height="353" alt="IMG_0027" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was too high to look through the viewfinder, so I just guessed a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982060999/" title="IMG_0163 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3243/2982060999_c383b6114b.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire alarm.  I don't know, it looked cool to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982917236/" title="IMG_0170 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2982917236_20c269316f.jpg" width="500" height="321" alt="IMG_0170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982919118/" title="IMG_0176 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2982919118_8ed9982917.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the texture of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982920928/" title="IMG_0214 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2982920928_b68eddd8e1.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_0214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not staged, the rocks were really just sitting right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982067395/" title="IMG_0223 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3218/2982067395_bd0fd720fe.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_0223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something old, Something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982069303/" title="IMG_0226 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3275/2982069303_e5507f5eb7.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Coca-Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982070883/" title="IMG_0316 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3250/2982070883_a0cba5e6c8.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_0316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgot to change the white balance to daylight but I kinda like the blue.  You even learn things by messing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982072753/" title="IMG_0319 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2982072753_15de830661.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More texture and more blue mess ups (But lookin good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982931398/" title="IMG_0321 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2982931398_1cdb8d7b62.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_0321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the little bicycle guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982931858/" title="IMG_0330 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3253/2982931858_f82ce8c74d.jpg" width="500" height="329" alt="IMG_0330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...man with a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982076855/" title="IMG_0349 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3190/2982076855_2a95da3c67.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="IMG_0349" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just some random balloon sittin on the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982079243/" title="IMG_0365 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3277/2982079243_116b159ec4.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too was randomly on the beach.  Those who know me well, know I wouldnot be able to draw that. Sad I know, but at least I can take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982937294/" title="IMG_0367 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2982937294_6de0253cf3.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do a sunset.  I kinda wanted a sun, but the colors in the clouds look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982083215/" title="IMG_0374 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3206/2982083215_0586ee28c7.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good photo, but this one would be so much better with a faster lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31856778@N03/2982940892/" title="IMG_0380 by Lu Dogg Tannon, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3041/2982940892_a4cf3501de.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="IMG_0380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place was good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there ya have it, my first "Photo Blog" entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if I will post another "random Learning" post but on November 20th you can expect to see pictures of things that remind me of Travis Courtney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-554117911237869601?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/554117911237869601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=554117911237869601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/554117911237869601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/554117911237869601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2008/10/different-kind-of-blog.html' title='Different kind of Blog!!!'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3140/2982913666_f7342bc5e1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-6409628983090767686</id><published>2007-11-19T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:54:23.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Calls</title><content type='html'>Well it is that time of year again.  The time to eat some turkey and my favorite...mashed taters, time to start to think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; to prematurely, and time to remember the worst day of my life, and I am sure the worst day of many other peoples lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do not know why we feel like we have to "celebrate" this date.  I know it is not a celebration...it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt;, but I call it that because we should remember Travis any day of the whole year, not the ONE day when he decided to take his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decipher&lt;/span&gt; how to handle my day tomorrow, should I live it normally or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; I do something in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; of Travis.  I mean last year I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even remember the date was coming up, I had to be reminded, and I was asked to do something specific to remember Travis.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if I wanna do that, but obviously you cannot forget a night like we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see it now.  Phone calls from people who I have not talked to in literately 365 days.  I am not sure if I want them of if I am even going to answer.   Nothing personal, I mean if you wanna call me, call me any other day of the year.  If you even want to call about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; for Travis do it any other time of the year.  I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want the "Hey I should probably call and see how things are going since...ya know...this was the day that...ya know...happened" kind of phone calls.  Call me because you ACTUALLY want to talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-6409628983090767686?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/6409628983090767686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=6409628983090767686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/6409628983090767686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/6409628983090767686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2007/11/waiting-for-calls.html' title='Waiting for the Calls'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-4793498074559526440</id><published>2007-11-04T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:35:01.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One</title><content type='html'>I kinda like this writing thing.  So I am thinking maybe keeping a consistent blog from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I have been thinking about my life and being single an blah blah blah, people getting married having babies and everything.  I even make jokes about wanting a little girl but not wanting to deal with the woman part, (I am joking of course!!!!!!!!)  I was thinking to myself.  When am I going to find "the One"  not some hot chick to date for a while or some nice girl who is fun to hang out with, but "The One" the future Mrs. Lucas Leonardo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this deep conversation with my roomate and we came up with something good.  This thing cannoo be rushed.  God has a plan for us and he knows when I will find "The One" if there is even a "One".  So I need to stop worrying and just put it in his hands because I can guarantee he can find somebody a WHOLE lot better for me than I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-4793498074559526440?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/4793498074559526440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=4793498074559526440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/4793498074559526440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/4793498074559526440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2007/11/one.html' title='The One'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-6711850584722813404</id><published>2007-10-23T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:06:11.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Connection</title><content type='html'>Since we are on the subject of Rescue Me, I figured I would write another blog pertaining to the show.  I know I havent even posted a blog in like FOREVER and probably dont have any readers, and thats fine, I just feel like writting so I am gunna write.  Its very rare when I feel like writting, so when I do, I gotta just roll with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized the strange connection with rescue me and LA's current situation, plus I just watched an episode that was very simliar to the one traumatic one I had experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA is LITTERED with fires, this is the worst case of fires in LA's history.  I got a call from my mom and a text from Michelle wondering if the fires are close to me.  Do not worry the fires are far from me.  It has to go through ALOT to get to me, and with all the traffic on the 405 it make take even longer.  I just think of the lives affected, One life lost already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... So...day after I talk about this wonderful show and how I can connect with it in a similar way.  Well I got a new disk from netflix today, watched all the episodes on it already...of course...and Rescue me Just managed to connect with me on a very VERY personal leve;, with 2 different situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 This is pretty big.  The chiefs wife has alzheimers and forgets everything and goes through spurts.  There was one spurt in which he was gone, but the nanny watching her was there.  She was acting so strangely her nanny started to become somewhat scared of her (VERY familiar) Then she locked herself up in the bathroom,  (Now I have seen some shows that have done this 24 is actually one of them, but none as close as what I am about o tell you)  When he gets home, they both noticed blood leaking from underneath the door, only to bang on it and yell at her to open it, to finally breaking it down to see her lying there, now the only thing that was off, was it was not her wrists, it was her neck, and she..Luckily survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Now you may ask, how can anything else on this VERY SAME EPISODE connect as much as #1.  I will tell you how.  Tommy (Dennis Leary) lost his son in the VERY same episode.  They had the funeral and everyone was there saying the typical thing everyone feels like they have to say.  I mean I would say it too if I was on that side, but trust me at that time nothing you say will make the other person feel better.  They were saying how sorry that were, and of course the "if you ever need to talk I am here" Now to top it off, this REALLY ticked me off.  Tommy's wife blames the accident on Tommy as if he was not grieving himself.  This reminds me of a story I heard, the night it happend.  At some other place, when they found out about it, some jerk who needs to be socked, walked up to a good friend and ask "Are you the reason for this?"  I mean come on!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya have it, it was just in my head so i figured I would let it out.  I think it is coming out because we are getting close to year #3 since it happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-6711850584722813404?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/6711850584722813404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=6711850584722813404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/6711850584722813404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/6711850584722813404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2007/10/weird-connection.html' title='Weird Connection'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-4134403712556734628</id><published>2007-10-22T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:52:52.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Me</title><content type='html'>No I am not asking anyone to "rescue me" and no this is no cry for help.  I am talking about the ONE and only show that may actually surpass the great 24.  I know what most of you are thinking.  "How can Lucas ever think a show is better than 24, I mean this is the guy who got me hooked."  As much as a drug as 24 is, and as much as I enjoy being the "drug dealer" in this case, I was sadly disappointed with the last season of 24 and anxiously awaiting the arrival of season 5 of Rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so this is how the new "addiction" started.  Chris, who is currently my roommate, is a show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fanatic&lt;/span&gt;, he got me hooked on a few shows.  One of them being survivor, in which I actually sent in an audition tape only not to get selected, but lets save that for a different blog (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I lied, I probably wont write about my audition tape.  I just sounded cool)  And then got me to watch Rescue during season 4.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; sure I would like it being I was 3 seasons too late, but the very first episode I watch...I LOVED.  Not only are certain parts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; hilarious, there are very VERY dramatic and deep parts of the movie which I find very interesting and VERY entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once I got my free month of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;, guess what was the first thing I rented.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; RIGHT!!!!! Season 1 of Rescue Me.  Now is where it gets a bit deeper.  Season 1 is based soon after 9/11.  Now take in mind these are New York city firefighters who were present at the towers on 9/11, who lost many men, three of which were in their own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...also going through a traumatic experience, not quite like 9/11 but I would say pretty darn close, observed how each character dealt with their grief in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy, our main character (Dennis Leary) Deal with grief through aggression.  He shuts himself out from everyone else, and is very "edgy" while fighting fires.  What I mean by edgy is, I mean like living life on the edge.  He always put his life on the line saving people from a fire, even if it is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt;, as if he had a death wish.  And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; even got into his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; drinking problem.  Tommy like most alcoholics, tries to drink his pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franco is a younger fir fighter who deals with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grief&lt;/span&gt; by working out and getting his aggression out that way.  He is also a HUGE player,  I mean you name her, he banged her (sorry for the word "banged" i have been watching this show WAY to much) I feel he does this so he does not have to get close to anyone in his life, if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; love anyone, you cant lose anyone you love right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean is a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;basic&lt;/span&gt; character, he is mostly the comic relief.  I have not seen Sean deal with it at all.  He seems like he is just pushing it down, and trying to life his life as normal as he can so as not to have to deal with all this trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou is the one I find the most interesting.  I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;FDNY&lt;/span&gt; do not really sit down and talk about their feelings AT ALL.  That is never appropriate in the firehouse, and that is basically all these men have, they are all brothers.  Lou gets his feelings out by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; poetry.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; right a fireman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; poetry, but he does it in secret, he HAS to, the way these guys get on each other, there is no way he can tell the other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I have observed how these men &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dealt&lt;/span&gt; with traumatic times and compared it  my own life,  and people around me, and found things VERY similar.  I mean yeah no body is drinking or sleeping around or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; secret poetry (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; not that I know of) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;each&lt;/span&gt; of us deals with our very much same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;traumatic&lt;/span&gt; experience very VERY differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-4134403712556734628?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/4134403712556734628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=4134403712556734628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/4134403712556734628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/4134403712556734628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2007/10/rescue-me.html' title='Rescue Me'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-115821882958899293</id><published>2006-09-14T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:27:09.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Jeep Thang</title><content type='html'>So today on set I was meeting some people and I found out that this girl has a black jeep wrangler, just like mine!! Ok well maybe not because mine is one of a kind let me tell you.  So I asked her if they did the "Jeep Wave" in Colorado (For those who do not understand my Jeep-like linguistics, Jeep people will wave to each other when they drive past to let each other know "Hey your cool because you have Jeep",  I call that the "Jeep wave".  She knew exactly what I was talking about.  Of course they do it in Colorado.  They do not, however, do the "Jeep wave" in southern California.  This is sad I know, It has been months since I waved to another person in a Jeep. (tear).  Well this conversation motivated me to once again go out and wave to my other Jeep members and hopefully we can bring this incredible tradition to Southern California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-115821882958899293?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/115821882958899293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=115821882958899293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/115821882958899293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/115821882958899293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-jeep-thang.html' title='It&apos;s A Jeep Thang'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111902804060652544</id><published>2005-06-17T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T10:07:20.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked fun in Bahston</title><content type='html'>As most of you know my family and I went to Bahston this past week.  (Yes i know how to spell Boston just sound it out)  It was wicked fun.  we went to the Hahbuh and we went on some duck tour thingy that gave us a historical view of Bahston.  We also got to go to a Red Sahx game.  Let me tell you that was wicked fun.  The Sahx beat the Reds 10-2.  Unforunately I didnt catch a ball but i still had fun see the greatness that is fenway Pahk.  Bahston is so beautfiul.  I was like man it must be really cool to live here.  I thought that until I became the official navigator on our little adventure.  Let me tell you, whoever was the enginer for the roads in bahston needs to be slapped in the face.  They have no idea what an on and off ramp is so people are stuck on the main freeway FOREVER.  AND some of the streets do not have lines.  We would be on a street big enough to be 3 lanes but everyone would be strown about and have no iudea which lanes is what.  It was wicked crazy.  And yes i did go to the place where everyone knows my name...they didnt know my name, and the food wasnt that great but now i get to say that i went to cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane ride back i got to see Melissa for a little bit.  That made me soooo happy to get to finally see her,  even though it was for only a couple of hours, but she will be in monterey on tuesday.  YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111902804060652544?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111902804060652544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111902804060652544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111902804060652544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111902804060652544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/06/wicked-fun-in-bahston.html' title='Wicked fun in Bahston'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111880975848754868</id><published>2005-06-14T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T21:29:18.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a National!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess What? Remember on my last blog how i said i miss playing the sport that I love? Well i found a league. Yes it might be an adult league with pretty much nothing but 30 and over people, and yes they might not be that good. But do i care? Heck no Techno (Lame i know). I am happy that i get to play and what team am i on. The nationals baby!!! The #1 team in the MLB is about to be the #1 team in Monterey. YES!!!!!! Number 5 Lucas Leonardo is playin baseball once again. Ladies look out I'm wearing the sexy baseball pants once again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111880975848754868?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111880975848754868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111880975848754868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111880975848754868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111880975848754868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-national.html' title='Im a National!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111700811200850938</id><published>2005-05-25T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T01:01:52.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Use the Force Luke</title><content type='html'>So tonight i finally finished watching the original trilogy of Star Wars.  Thats right I have not seen the orignal 3 until these recent couple of days.  Let me explain why.  I have not really been exposed to them and when the 1st of the 3 new movies came out, i made a concious decision to wait until i saw the 1st 3 until i saw the next three.  Needless to say i have a much different view than other people because of the order in which i watched them.  Now i know this might sound dorky but my friends and i all went out and bought lightsabers.  Soooo much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111700811200850938?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111700811200850938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111700811200850938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111700811200850938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111700811200850938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/05/use-force-luke.html' title='Use the Force Luke'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111561989801160980</id><published>2005-05-08T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:24:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omana is over</title><content type='html'>For those of you who dont know.  I was in a play this weekend YAY!!!!!  The play was called Omana Fractured it was a play about suicide and whatnot.  So on monday our director Heather showed us the video that would be shown after ther play and it was a video about travis like random pictures and video clips of him with music from Sean Starbuck in the back ground.  Sean was one of Travis' good friends.  When the video was over there was a few tears came down and of course ALL eyes were on me.  I finally broke down on the drive home, and the bricks just kept falling during the nite.  Quick side note: I was only able to be in this play because my role was small and my character did not commit suicide and he did not have any problems with it.  Quick random note:  I found out that my character was based on a REAL person and that person was there watching me closing night, wierd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111561989801160980?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111561989801160980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111561989801160980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111561989801160980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111561989801160980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/05/omana-is-over.html' title='Omana is over'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111490785919866709</id><published>2005-04-30T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T17:37:39.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic</title><content type='html'>I know i have been out of the blogging industry for some time, butnow im back and i actually have stuff to write about.  So last night a HUGE group of us went to the Adam's house for some pancakes and apples to apples.  It was a fun, close and competetive game, but in the end Deanne and myself were victorious.  After that ravishing game, we all went out to find "the Magic".  The magic is this random place out in the woods of fort ord that has a bunch of gongs and random noise making things hanging.  So Dana, Elliot, Tessa, and I made this awesome beat.  It was a lot of fun.  It was soo much fun we stayed out there until like 1:30am.  Deedee started a tribal dance as we were playing, and these random guys came and found us.  They just followed the beautiful music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111490785919866709?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111490785919866709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111490785919866709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111490785919866709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111490785919866709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/04/magic.html' title='The Magic'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111195352282803201</id><published>2005-03-27T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:58:42.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss the One Sport That I Love</title><content type='html'>March 26th was the 14th birthday of my brother Dylan.  Its hard to believe that he is getting so old and mature.  I still see him as like an eight year old.  NOw i feel like the older relatives who always mention how tall ive grown even though ive been the same hegiht for like 7 years.  We went to scandia and played some golf and raced some cars.  But the best part of the night was simply going to the batting cages.  I cannot remember the  last time i hit a ball.  Me with all my testosterone (cant spell very well) had to go into the fastest cage, which was only 70mph.  Now since it has been so long since someone pitched a ball to me i was slightly nervous that i was going to look soooo stupid.  Surprisingly i was rocking those balls, they couldnt hang with me.  Then i had a huge boost of confidence and it made me miss playing the most awesome sport of all time.  I miss this sport sooooooooo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111195352282803201?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111195352282803201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111195352282803201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111195352282803201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111195352282803201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-miss-one-sport-that-i-love.html' title='I Miss the One Sport That I Love'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111181394755411717</id><published>2005-03-25T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:12:27.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Finished</title><content type='html'>Yesturday i finally finished the production of "For the record" which is sabrionas christas and danny ps capstone.  I just want to say i had a blast learning soooooo much.  I am gaing my confidence back and i am ready to do another shoot.  but i need a little break first.  this was an experience that was sooo much fun but i couldnt wait until it was over.  if you want to see some more pictures go to &lt;a href="http://home.csumb.edu/b/bakerjames/world/FTRPhotos/" target="_blank"&gt;http://home.csumb.edu/b/bakerjames/world/FTRPhotos/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111181394755411717?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111181394755411717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111181394755411717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111181394755411717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111181394755411717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/03/finally-finished_25.html' title='Finally Finished'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111174209032799207</id><published>2005-03-25T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T01:14:50.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Finished</title><content type='html'>This week from friday to today, i have been working very very hard on a film called "For the Record"  it is Sabrina's, Chirsta's, and Dan's capstone.  Pretty much every day we worked from 9 am to 9 pm.  I learned sooooo much working on this project, my confidence started to grow and grow as the days went on.  i made some new friends and maybe some future coworkers.  This project was a lot of fun, but i must say i am very glad it is over because i need a break.  Hey if you guys wanna see more pictures go to http://home.csumb.edu/b/bakerjames/world/FTRPhotos/ there are some REALLY good looking ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111174209032799207?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111174209032799207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111174209032799207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111174209032799207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111174209032799207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/03/finally-finished.html' title='Finally Finished'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111130688262971497</id><published>2005-03-20T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T00:21:22.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Normal Day shooting in Santa Cruz</title><content type='html'>So my whole spring break i am working on a film called "for the record" Today we shot in Santa Cruz, and man there are many stories to tell from that shoot.  But this one reigns supreme (i used reign supreme in the last blog but i like it).  There is this man who takes baby steps like from "what about Bob" when walking downtown Santa Cruz.  So this man, wearing a pink dress, tighst, makeup, and having a pink umbrella walks right up to all of our equipment and just stands right in front of it.  After about 2 hours a random Homeless person tells us that he is not goin to move because our stuff is blocking the exact path that he HAS to walk every day.  So 1/2 of our crew moved all this equipment about 2 feet back so he can walk by, and what do ya know he started walking.  It was crazy but hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a blast on this set,  I am 1st AC which is Assistant camera, I am in charge of pullin focus and canging lenses and setting up and putting away the camera and stuff.  But since there is no other AC's i have to do other things to like slate and camera report and sometimesload the film, but usually Mariah does it because she is faster.  Anyways if you want to see pics of the set go to http://fluidfilmworks.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111130688262971497?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111130688262971497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111130688262971497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111130688262971497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111130688262971497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-normal-day-shooting-in-santa.html' title='Another Normal Day shooting in Santa Cruz'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111111895225729158</id><published>2005-03-17T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T20:09:12.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Buddies Reign Supreme</title><content type='html'>Last Night was the Mario Party War Round #2.  It was the "Royal Pain" which consisted of Mr Glen Smallman and Scotty Do from KTOM vs the "Cute Buddies" which consisted of the red man himself, Mr. Mattew Swan and Myself.  It was a close race throughout the whole game.  Both teams ended up with 6 stars, but when it came down to the wire it was all about the coins.  "Royal Pain" had a little over 50 and the "Cute Buddies" had over 300, so guess who won that bad boy.  "Royal Pain"  1   "Cute Buddies"  1.  Thats right its tied and the game breaker is gunna be off da hiznook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111111895225729158?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111111895225729158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111111895225729158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111111895225729158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111111895225729158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/03/cute-buddies-reign-supreme.html' title='Cute Buddies Reign Supreme'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-111096437675176723</id><published>2005-03-16T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T01:12:56.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship is Golden</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to all my friends and family who love me.  I want to let you know that i love you very much and i will do anything for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never take a friend for granted. &lt;br /&gt;When you start to ignore there existence it hurts them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you and your friend are supposed to be so close that you are almost like siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Also it hurts them when they know you are better than this.&lt;br /&gt;Never take a friend for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Becuase if you do it once then your going to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Your current group of friends will turn into the old not used group.&lt;br /&gt;And the viscious cycle will continue.&lt;br /&gt;Never take a friend for granted.&lt;br /&gt;The more you push the less you get to know about this wonderful human being&lt;br /&gt;This human being might see what you feel about this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;And because of your abuse, this human being might not be there for you when you need them the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-111096437675176723?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/111096437675176723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=111096437675176723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111096437675176723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/111096437675176723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/03/friendship-is-golden.html' title='Friendship is Golden'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110703120868272454</id><published>2005-01-29T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:40:08.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting Day</title><content type='html'>Thursday was a very exciting day for me.  First in capstone I pitched my idea that travis and i  created together.  I didnt know if Christine was going to collabrate with me or not and i was nervous about how people would percieve my idea.  As soon as I pitched it Karen (My Teacher) paused and said wow that is a really good idea.  Then Steve ( A Guy in my class) gave me a really good idea to cast a real deaf actress to play the role of the deaf woman( in which i need a name).  Then imediately Griffin and Christine asked to collaborate with me and i mediately said yes.  This project is starting off very well and i cant wait to see the finish product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exicting thing happened .  I was at home and my friend who shall remain nameless because i know its embarassing, opened the hood of my car to check the engine.  Then after a while we left to go to class.  While we were driving on intergarrison going 50 mph my hood starts to fly up and it crashes to my windshield completely blinding me.  However i did not panic My friend stuck their head out the window and guided me to the side and we properly latched the hood on and went on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-110703120868272454?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110703120868272454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110703120868272454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110703120868272454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110703120868272454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/01/exciting-day.html' title='Exciting Day'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110679680947170039</id><published>2005-01-26T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T19:33:29.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0 to 60 in 3.4 seconds</title><content type='html'>This break was slow, VERY slow.  I went to bed around 3 am almost every morning, and woke up around 11 or 12 in the afternoon ( One reason behind that was because I dont hav windows in my PIIIIIMP room).  When i was awake i was mostly glued to the tv.  I was mad at myslef because i was not doing anthing.  Then school started.  Thats when everything kicked in.  I had to wake up at 7 in the morning only to be at school from 8-5.  Plus these next 2 weekends i have a weekend seminar (which i am looking forward too) and then right afterward i need to be on set helping with a capstone.  I am however enjoying this semster so far i just need to get used to going 60 MPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-110679680947170039?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110679680947170039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110679680947170039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110679680947170039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110679680947170039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/01/0-to-60-in-34-seconds.html' title='0 to 60 in 3.4 seconds'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110647231960685893</id><published>2005-01-23T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T01:25:19.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all good if you ASK me</title><content type='html'>The one god thing about school starting up again is that everyone finally returns home. &lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Sam   and&lt;br /&gt;Katie&lt;br /&gt;all came home today.  I havent seen all of them for about a month and i got to hang out with all of them tonight.  First Kellie was over and we watched some nepoleon dynamite with Sam and Katie.  That movie is sooooo funny.  Then we Christine and Ashley came over and brought "Scene it" The wonderful movie trivia game.  Of corse we all could not come close to the perfectness that is Christine Haller, or should i say HALLA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-110647231960685893?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110647231960685893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110647231960685893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110647231960685893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110647231960685893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-all-good-if-you-ask-me.html' title='Its all good if you ASK me'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110638604313343520</id><published>2005-01-22T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:27:23.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Has What it Takes?</title><content type='html'>Yes I did say Has.  This blog entry is devoted to the greatnss of Homestarrunner.com  If you have never heard of this website please go to it now and watch some of Stringbad's email's, they are hilarious.  I recently converted to homestarrunner and I have been stuck ever since.  So go there, but I wanr you, like 24, this thing might get pretty addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-110638604313343520?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110638604313343520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110638604313343520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110638604313343520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110638604313343520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-you-has-what-it-takes_22.html' title='Do you Has What it Takes?'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110638601487519818</id><published>2005-01-22T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:26:54.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you Has What it Takes?</title><content type='html'>Yes I did say Has.  This blog entry is devoted to the greatnss of Homestarrunner.com  If you have never heard of this website please go to it now and watch some of Stringbad's email's, they are hilarious.  I recently converted to homestarrunner and I have been stuck ever since.  So go there, but I wanr you, like 24, this thing might get pretty addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-110638601487519818?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110638601487519818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110638601487519818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110638601487519818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110638601487519818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/01/do-you-has-what-it-takes.html' title='Do you Has What it Takes?'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110595708248420405</id><published>2005-01-17T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T02:18:02.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach Carter</title><content type='html'>Tonight i saw Coach Carter.  As most of you know this movie ws based in Richmond California.  And as some of you know, this is also my home town.  I was REALLY excited to see this movie because it is about wherei am from.  I wouldve never thought they would make a movie about where i am from.  The movie was really good and i cant wait to buy it on dvd.  I think you guys should watch it and see where i come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-110595708248420405?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110595708248420405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110595708248420405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110595708248420405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110595708248420405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/01/coach-carter.html' title='Coach Carter'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110534384848999683</id><published>2005-01-09T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:57:28.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got my Hur did</title><content type='html'>Finally FINALLY i got my rows that i raved about for sooooo long.  Anissa and myself found enough time, and rubberbands, to do my hair today.  I figured it would look good, but man i think i looks really good, There are a few things i would change however.  She couldnt make them go all the way down so she split them, that i dont like so much, but otherwise, im lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 had its debut night tonight and let me tell you, there were no dissapointments there.  I was no excited about this season because of all the characters i loved were gone.  But this wonderful show never stops impressing me.  We had a couple of people over and i think we converted a few more.  Its kinda like were a cult or something, but a cool one, that if your not a part of them something is obviously wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that is dissapointing in my life is my small female complications.  I really want to find someone out there that is perfect for me but i am not succeding.  I think it would just be easier to going back to being SFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-110534384848999683?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110534384848999683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110534384848999683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110534384848999683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110534384848999683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2005/01/got-my-hur-did.html' title='Got my Hur did'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110367781513070761</id><published>2004-12-21T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T17:10:46.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fonz</title><content type='html'>Since Travis left us, i have had the responsibility to watch and take care of fonzi himself (I dont know if I spelt Fonzi right). So i took the TV and finsihed the little things to have the tank in there safely. Then i got his tank and scrubbed it out because it was NASTY!!!!! Then today DeeDee and I went to the PetSmart to get some crickets for her and a filt and plant for Fonzi. This whole past semester Travis and I never went out to get a simple filter, but i feel i need to take great care of this fish. And Fonzi makes my room even more pimp than it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i am going home tonight. I cant wait to just get away but i am going to miss sooooo many people. I feel like ive been saying goodbye to soooo many people. First Travis, then my best friend Lindsey left and she will be gone in Costa Rica for he semester so it will be forever until i can see her again. My freshman buddies who live down south will be gone for the whole break, And now i am the one who is leaving for a week, and i miss every single one of you guys. I love you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-110367781513070761?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110367781513070761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110367781513070761' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110367781513070761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110367781513070761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2004/12/fonz.html' title='The Fonz'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110353338728292315</id><published>2004-12-20T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T01:03:07.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season</title><content type='html'>Well folks,  tonight some friends and i had our gift exchange.  It was to say a marvolous time.  I got a lot of cool things.  I got a poker set (hey hey) and cds and movies, and i need to tell you uys about this shirt deedee and chirs got for me, it is hilarious.  I says "Got your tickets? to the gun show." and then it points to my geogeous guns.  I am jealous of one of deedee's gifts however.  She got (are you ready) Donkey Konga, thats right freaken donky freakin Konga.  she poped that bad boy in and i started to play and i was like a little boy again on Christmas morning.  Awwwww i love Christmas.  I cant wait until i get away with the family and go to a cabin and FINALLY  get to go snowboarding this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: My room is finally finished!!! i am beging to move in and i am sleeping out there tonight for the first time.  i know u sound lame but i put a lot of blood sweat and tears into that thing.  Well more sweat... and less tears, i dont think i cried, but i almost did when it wasdone because it was soooo beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9655261-110353338728292315?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110353338728292315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110353338728292315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110353338728292315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110353338728292315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2004/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9655261.post-110344837000629458</id><published>2004-12-19T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T01:26:10.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots o work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This past month i have constantly been working my behind off (I dont wanna swear in my blog, i want a classy blog) anyway, i have been working my behind off.  Matt, Glen and i decdied to have a clean day today.  We started clening this house some, then we went over to the other house and moved stuff out of there.  Glens family was nice enough to come and help us out and i greatly appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note, um i still think we do not have any hot water, but good news, i took a shower at Christine, Ashley, and lyz's house today,  Thanx guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also went out to el torrito with matt tonight because Ashley is leaving us for like amonth or so.  Then we went back and kicked it at their house and watched 50 first dates and lion king (Note: dont watch movies that lyz's knows well with her, she likes to sing and she is not much better than me, so u know thats bad).  It was cool hangin out with them.   Ashley seems like a really cool chick, the more i hang out with her the more and more i like her. &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/9655261-110344837000629458?l=tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/feeds/110344837000629458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9655261&amp;postID=110344837000629458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110344837000629458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9655261/posts/default/110344837000629458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tallwhiteboy501.blogspot.com/2004/12/lots-o-work.html' title='Lots o work'/><author><name>Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09577432100885513671</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/80/7600815/3600523721291l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
