<?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-5256768174020564986</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:47:25.370-08:00</updated><category term='space'/><category term='BBC'/><category term='Julia Nunes'/><category term='AmazingPhil'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='Chad Brinkerhoff'/><category term='Warranty'/><category term='Pottery'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='End of space'/><category term='Backpacking'/><category term='Im writing a blog again ^_^'/><category term='Narnia'/><category term='Old books'/><category term='David Tenant'/><category term='Searching'/><category term='Env cellphone'/><category term='Calm'/><category term='John Green'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='nothingness'/><category term='confused'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='hairball'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='Doctor Who'/><category term='straight'/><category term='gay'/><category term='theory'/><category term='New York'/><category term='lost'/><category term='Andrew Bravener'/><category term='God'/><category term='random'/><category term='the author'/><category term='hate'/><category term='Kina Grannis'/><category term='Answer'/><category term='Molto Bene'/><category term='Old'/><category term='Yay'/><category term='rain'/><category term='Life'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='wonder'/><category term='Long'/><category term='skin'/><category term='Dawn French.'/><category term='Love'/><category term='sorta-philosophcal'/><category term='fun'/><category term='cat'/><category term='cosmos'/><category term='rambling'/><category term='Paper Towns'/><category term='growing'/><category term='England'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Youtube.com'/><category term='is'/><title type='text'>NightDrive</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-4641299725717675029</id><published>2009-05-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:01:05.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Im writing a blog again ^_^'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the author'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper Towns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Green'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SgTj3SdxAjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ueeBlMxYfZI/s1600-h/You+are+pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333638397702505010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SgTj3SdxAjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ueeBlMxYfZI/s320/You+are+pretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I sometimes forget that I am an introverted creature by nature. Seems like an odd thing to forget, I know. But I do. I am a crazy son of a beesting sometimes. And I know I act like it. I can be loud, funny, outgoing, obnoxious, bratty, and whiny. But growing up I was always the quiet one. The one who loved to sneak off by himself and just read a book. Or who could sit in his hotel room in the middle of the busiest, most awake city in the world and write up some silly blog. Who cannot find the right music to listen to while writing said blog. One who forgot already what his story was going to be (because he got distracted by the music) (Hes sure it has something to do with those millions of people walking around outside...but he cant remember just what)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this was going to be a serious blog about whatever it was I was going to talk about. One of those ranty blogs I always post at 2 o'clock in the morning. It for sure was gonna be something like that until about two minutes ago when I plugged in my Ipod and the sad song I was listening to ended. I can be such a fickle bastard. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im just yammering away trying to find a reason to actually post this blog. Ooo somethings coming back to me...something about a picture of a man with a wrinkly face. That was some brainstorming from a few days ago...I think. [Oh, and if you were wondering Im now listening to plaYing With Fire(acOustic vErsioN)- BY emery.] But of course I have no idea what that means...well ok I have one idea and its all political and stuff so Im not gonna go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to talk about New York as Im going to making a vlog(finally) about it. So...what can I talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You! How are you doing? I know youre out there. Im going to link to this from my video. So some of you best be out there. Or I will be severely dissapointed with you. Well ok not you, since you are, you know, reading this. But still, you know what I mean! (Now the song is "I Just Can't Wait to be King"- The Cast of the Lion King)(Oh it ended)(Ok one more song and Ill stop telling you what they are)(Its "All my Lovin"-Across the Universe soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im going to quickly and painfully end this blog, before it gets any worse. I hope to see some of you very soon(as in the people I work with, because I am not going to church on sunday...I shall be much to exhausted. I shall be there the week after...if one of you guys comments here. Muhahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to find a picture for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. There is a reference to a very very good book in here somewhere. Go look. Guess. Dont look at the labels for this post because the answer will be there. If you havent read it I really suggest you do. Goodnight!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-4641299725717675029?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4641299725717675029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=4641299725717675029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/4641299725717675029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/4641299725717675029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-story-to-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SgTj3SdxAjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ueeBlMxYfZI/s72-c/You+are+pretty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-3287972824007529027</id><published>2008-12-25T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:54:44.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SVRGW87MtEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h8tF1bT72V4/s1600-h/Yellow+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283925622937924674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SVRGW87MtEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h8tF1bT72V4/s320/Yellow+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family and I went for a walk today. We walked down D street. There's all these trees with tiny yellow leaves that have fallen down everywhere. My sister stopped to look at the bell in front of city hall, and while she was doing so I kicked leaves at my mom. She kicked some back at me. So, of course, I picked some up and threw them at her. What followed was GLORIOUS. We had a knockdown, dragout fight of epic preportions. I threw leaves at Amanda, Manda thre leaves at Mb, Mb threw leaves at my mom and my mom got hit by me. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-3287972824007529027?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3287972824007529027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=3287972824007529027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/3287972824007529027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/3287972824007529027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-family-and-i-went-for-walk-today.html' title=''/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SVRGW87MtEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h8tF1bT72V4/s72-c/Yellow+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-596042755343890309</id><published>2008-10-11T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:55:22.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chad Brinkerhoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairball'/><title type='text'>Brrraaaaiiinnnnsss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SPER4gGgEwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6XOrC1_VJoc/s1600-h/big+chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256001902505628418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SPER4gGgEwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6XOrC1_VJoc/s320/big+chick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isnt it funny how our brains work? I was sleeping last night and I had a dream. I dont remember any of it, except one thing. I remember Chad Brinkerhoff(Hes a college student at my church) laughing. It was a weird broken laughter. All of a sudden I woke up but I could still hear him laughing. It was the weirdest 10 seconds of my life. I sat there listening to it and realized it was my cat. He was hacking up a hairball. But my head interpreted it as laughter. Im not quite sure why it was Chad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-596042755343890309?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/596042755343890309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=596042755343890309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/596042755343890309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/596042755343890309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/10/brrraaaaiiinnnnsss.html' title='Brrraaaaiiinnnnsss'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SPER4gGgEwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6XOrC1_VJoc/s72-c/big+chick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-6868056060064793590</id><published>2008-09-25T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:09:56.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and again</title><content type='html'>I started thinking about my future again. And Ive come up with three things I would love to do. (Which is amazing. Have one thing I would love to do is astounding. To have three makes me feel blessed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously still want to be a missionary. Ive ranted and raved over being a missionary for forever long and that still hasnt changed. To be able to help people....*sigh...I would love to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive also been thinking about becoming a doctor who sepcialises in ALS. ALS is a terrible terrible disease where your body slowly loses control of its muscles and you cant move, take, eat, or eventually breathe. Theres no cure that I know of. I know its sort of specified and random, but there is nothing that is more emotional to me than the thought of someone with ALS. I dont know what it is. Nothing can strike deeper in my heart than someone with it. I cry every time I hear about it. Every time. I cried tonight actually. Not a lot because it was just the Scrubs episode on it. But the first time I saw that episode I bawled. I would give anything to be able to find a cure for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the third is also kinda random, but I would love to be a Detective for Cold Case files. PArtly because of watching the TV show. But I know its not exactly like the show. Its a lot more paper work and a lot more grunt work and a lot less to show for it. But to help people find that closure....jeez louise. I would give so much for this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can be a missionary doctor (who works on ALS patients in other countries) who solves cold cases in his free time. I dont want to choose. (If I had to choose I would choose the ALS doctor, but that costs so much money. I suppose I will have to decide once Im done backpacking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-6868056060064793590?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6868056060064793590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=6868056060064793590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6868056060064793590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6868056060064793590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-and-again.html' title='Time and again'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-2292200240039410075</id><published>2008-09-23T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:53:25.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warranty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pottery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Searching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><title type='text'>Old Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNnCw6UV8RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nucv72VYThw/s1600-h/Old+books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249440986221113618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNnCw6UV8RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nucv72VYThw/s320/Old+books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;We're in ur boxz, makin ur noz hapy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;            Today I made one of the best discoveries of my life. I was hiding from my mom in my room(she was a little angry with me) and was reading one of the best series of books I have ever had the pleasure of reading. The series, of course, was The Chronicles of Narnia. But I've read each of those books about 20 thousand times. So I got kinda bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Now my grandma died a few years back. My mom went to England to go to her funeral but couldnt afford to take all of us. Now, my grandma left my mom quite a lot of stuff, but my mom also couldnt afford to being that stuff back, so it she left it in the care of a friend. Said friend moved a couple of years ago and had to send the it over to us because the new house was smaller. When it got here we had to find places to put it. A few of the boxes ended up in my room(because thats where everything ends up when it doesnt have a place to be)(even though my room is the smallest. Im not quite sure how that works). And those boxes have been sitting by my door since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Cut to me today. I realized that I had a warranty for my ipod. I figured that this would be a good thing to have since my ipod was almost destroyed last month. Thankfully it survived. But I decided to look for the warranty just to be safe. So I was scouring my room, tearing things up, throwing things around, and I came across the boxes.(Although, to tell the truth theyre not hard to find as they sit right next to my door.) Now, I have looked through these boxes before and have come to realize that there was some really nice pottery in there, but not much else. Well, I did think that, until today. I burrowed underneath said pottery and found a vast treasure trove of amazingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was books! With some amazing authors, H.G. Wells among others.(Their names are on the tip of my tounge but I can't be bothered to go find out who they are). I nearly fell over. The best things about these? The smell. Dont you love that old book smell????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wow. This was definitely only 3 lines in my head. Funny how writing gets away with me.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-2292200240039410075?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2292200240039410075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=2292200240039410075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2292200240039410075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2292200240039410075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-books.html' title='Old Books'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNnCw6UV8RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nucv72VYThw/s72-c/Old+books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-2895176879112234366</id><published>2008-09-20T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:14:07.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNSiID1GchI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IG3J97Pqgcw/s1600-h/empty+swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247997725144150546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNSiID1GchI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IG3J97Pqgcw/s320/empty+swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once had a friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would swing with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The swing beside is empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as before, before I came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now she has gone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone to a place where I cannot go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The swing beside is empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurting, wanting more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Father may have captured my soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But He seems to have lost my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the only thing I care for is nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not caring to see the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The swing beside is empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swinging without a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It swings back and forth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through no will of its own,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not noticing if I am moving or still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The swing beside is empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With no reason to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tears fall slowly from my face, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onto the cold, broken ground,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet no one is here to catch them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The swing beside is empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one there to see me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need you here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I need you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The swing beside is empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for you to come and fill it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The swing beside is empty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always waiting, never still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-2895176879112234366?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2895176879112234366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=2895176879112234366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2895176879112234366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2895176879112234366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/swings.html' title='Swings'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNSiID1GchI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IG3J97Pqgcw/s72-c/empty+swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-1790056775622186253</id><published>2008-09-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:35:02.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Eden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNSgPhXZQMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/t2L4ZOp0ct4/s1600-h/Eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247995654308446402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNSgPhXZQMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/t2L4ZOp0ct4/s320/Eden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Barefoot in the grass, we walk in wonder, gazing upon the beauty that surrounds us. The stream cascading down the riverbed. The daffodils, seeming to smile at us. The bougainvillea, their purple hues shining in the midday sun. The willows, weeping at the wonder of it all. And the dandelions, no longer just a weed, now free and beautiful. Free to fly wherever they want. This is our place. This is our home. This is our Eden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-1790056775622186253?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1790056775622186253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=1790056775622186253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/1790056775622186253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/1790056775622186253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/barefoot-in-grass-we-walk-in-wonder.html' title='Our Eden'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNSgPhXZQMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/t2L4ZOp0ct4/s72-c/Eden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-989057513578401944</id><published>2008-09-19T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:59:11.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Will you look at that? Im writing blogs at 2 in the morning again(tonight doesnt count because I went to sleep early and woke up so im not all emotional). But thats ok because that means that I am starting to write again. Man I miss writing. I just never really felt up to it. So.....yay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247653782133280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNNpT8RKD7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/XcuZQF7td1U/s320/dont+eat+the+children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im in ur streetz, eatin ur childrenz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-989057513578401944?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/989057513578401944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=989057513578401944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/989057513578401944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/989057513578401944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-you-look-at-that-im-writing-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNNpT8RKD7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/XcuZQF7td1U/s72-c/dont+eat+the+children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-3165418558585193705</id><published>2008-09-18T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:58:08.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='straight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skin'/><title type='text'>Late night frustrations</title><content type='html'>I want to love someone. I want to be loved back. I want to be held in their arms. I want our bodies to be tucked together , to feel their warmth against my skin. I want to slow dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247285531512661170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNIaY7zb5LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Yc--vvj-o3o/s320/Raining+kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing that could make me happier. Why can't I be happy? Why do I have to hate myself? Why can't I be like everyone else? I want to be able to look at the person I love and never have to worry about how it looks to other people, how sad it makes me feel inside. I hate that. I hate that I have to feel sick inside. Because I deserve to be happy. Why can't you let me be happy? Your false acceptance wont do. Your love is great, but it is not all encompassing. Why should I accept that? Why should I want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be happy. I want to dance with my friend, my partner, my lover. Be they male or female. Why should that matter to you? Maybe it doesnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-3165418558585193705?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3165418558585193705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=3165418558585193705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/3165418558585193705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/3165418558585193705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/late-night-frustrations.html' title='Late night frustrations'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SNIaY7zb5LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Yc--vvj-o3o/s72-c/Raining+kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-5007418586476048995</id><published>2008-09-02T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:45:02.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorta-philosophcal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='End of space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Sorta-Philosophical question time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SL4xWg2uq9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6XcEIDYm4E4/s1600-h/End+of+space.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241681279152204754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SL4xWg2uq9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6XcEIDYm4E4/s320/End+of+space.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does the cosmos have an end? It doesnt seem realistic that it doesnt...but then...where does it end? Will we ever see the end? And if it does end....how? How will it stop? Ive heard a theory that it is still growing....but then whats in front of the bit where its growing? Just wondering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love me some sorta-philosophy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-5007418586476048995?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5007418586476048995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=5007418586476048995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/5007418586476048995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/5007418586476048995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorta-philosophical-question-time.html' title='Sorta-Philosophical question time!'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SL4xWg2uq9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/6XcEIDYm4E4/s72-c/End+of+space.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-1586137678330089055</id><published>2008-08-24T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:43:02.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those things you dread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SLETCABOuhI/AAAAAAAAADg/NhDVuK1FSb8/s1600-h/Father+daughter+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237988766694423058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SLETCABOuhI/AAAAAAAAADg/NhDVuK1FSb8/s320/Father+daughter+dance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So today I went to see a play. A slightly embarrassing play, as it was High School Musical, but a few of my friends were in it. It was pretty fantastic. I enjoyed it more than a 19 year old boy should have. But thats ok. Im weird already haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the point of this blog, the point of this blog is to tell you about the thing I dreaded. I have been dreading this day for just about 10 years. I thought it would be so akward and terribible. (Thats not a typo). So at this play there was a refreshment table. And I took my sister (Amanda) to get something. And she got a twix. She went to pay for it but accidently handed the guy the twix. And I went Haha, Amanda they money! And she laughed and handed him the money. And the guy next to the guy who was taking the money said "You'll get used to it." And I kinda laughed and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked away I was thinking about what he meant. And I realized...he thought she was my daughter. The girl at the bottom of this blog.  And I had been dreading that for...about forever. And it wasnt that bad...I just laughed. And then told everyone. After I freaked out a little of course. Yay for fearing non scary things! Hahaha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238000513957673186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SLEdtx_CuOI/AAAAAAAAADo/9U5nANlraN4/s320/Commercial.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/5256768174020564986-1586137678330089055?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1586137678330089055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=1586137678330089055' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/1586137678330089055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/1586137678330089055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='One of those things you dread'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SLETCABOuhI/AAAAAAAAADg/NhDVuK1FSb8/s72-c/Father+daughter+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-3069022060525373281</id><published>2008-08-13T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:57:22.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKPLGapBUdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HoejTd6ghxs/s1600-h/Empty+total.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234250503025676754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKPLGapBUdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HoejTd6ghxs/s320/Empty+total.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A conversation I had with Brooklyn today. I loved it so much I put it here. Feel free to read if you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts like this....we were talking about.....something. *Ahem* Forget how it started...just read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adamp1989 (10:11:00 PM):so i tried to tell my mom your tick story&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:11:04 PM): and she laughed....once&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:11:06 PM): barely&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:11:15 PM): i laughed so hard during your story&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:11:22 PM): i just suck at telling stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:12:02 PM): hahaha its okay, i will tell it to her someday maybe or another story i have&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:12:03 PM): i have A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:12:08 PM): of them and i love recounting them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:11:57 PM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:12:04 PM): youre pretty pro&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:12:07 PM): at telling stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:12:22 PM): back in Jesus' time, i would have been the parable teller of the town.&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:12:24 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:12:15 PM): hahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:12:26 PM): who do you think I would been...&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:12:28 PM): know i wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:12:29 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:12:31 PM): hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:12:45 PM): i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:12:46 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:13:02 PM): hold on im thinking.&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:13:15 PM): adam.. the first thing i thought of was a tax collecter. :&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:13:19 PM): hahahahaha idk why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:08 PM): ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:09 PM): sad&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:12 PM): nononno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:13:24 PM): probably the one other thing i know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:14 PM): 1&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:16 PM): i hate money&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:18 PM): 2&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:31 PM): they were mostly corrupt&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:33 PM): and 3&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:39 PM): i couldnt take money from people&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:41 PM): icky&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:43 PM): ickyickyicky&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:47 PM): i know you didnt mean it&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:48 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:49 PM): but&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:13:50 PM): gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:14:08 PM): ADAM WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:14:11 PM): i got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:14:00 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:14:04 PM): im waiting&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:14:08 PM): on the ede of my seat&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:14:12 PM): that im technically laying on&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:14:14 PM): but its ok&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:14:19 PM): on baited breath&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:14:23 PM): im waiting on baited breath&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:14:25 PM): thats better&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:15:43 PM): .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:16:02 PM): you would sell chickens. you were walking, you were mostly known for how much you walked and then you saw a man on the side of the road, near death. you helped him, you tried to pick him up and carry him but he was too heavy, you called out for people but everyone was too far away to hear, and he pulled you close to him and you could see that his eyes were so young, so far from death yet his body was almost there and he says to you, " i am going..to die. you are a man of God. you........can have........*cough*......my chickens."&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:16:08 PM): and suddenly you sell chickens. really nice ones too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:16:13 PM): wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:16:37 PM): that.. IS SO TRUE, dont EVEN deny it.&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:16:37 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:16:30 PM): " he pulled you close to him and you could see that his eyes were so young, so far from death yet his body was almost there and "&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:16:34 PM): that so......poetic&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:16:47 PM): but why chickens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:17:03 PM): thats what you would do. the man who stumbled into poultry success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:16:55 PM): hahahahahahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:17:42 PM): haha well. they can be see as "chicken", you know? but they are SO NOT! Chickens can get pretty angry. and get real bold when they have to. like you, you wandered. and then you saw someone who needed you and you were courageous!&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:17:51 PM): so you are like the chickens but people dont eat you&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:17:53 PM): and you are smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:17:57 PM): hahahahahahahhhahahahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:18:11 PM): and people know you for your well kept chickens and nice calves.&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:18:12 PM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:18:10 PM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:18:14 PM): i am saving this conversation&lt;br /&gt;Adamp1989 (10:18:17 PM): no question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:18:32 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;lightsandtrees (10:18:41 PM): well it all just came to me! i had to tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-3069022060525373281?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3069022060525373281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=3069022060525373281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/3069022060525373281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/3069022060525373281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/08/chickens.html' title='Chickens'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKPLGapBUdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/HoejTd6ghxs/s72-c/Empty+total.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-6187256060432101933</id><published>2008-08-11T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:17:03.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art art art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKDU6B9VNaI/AAAAAAAAACw/cyK0mcIrNTk/s1600-h/art%3Dhappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233416860427695522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKDU6B9VNaI/AAAAAAAAACw/cyK0mcIrNTk/s320/art%3Dhappy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I really loved this picture when I saw it, because I havent done anything artsy in such a long time. And I really miss it. Sure, sure, writing counts as an art form I guess. But i haven't drawn anything, I havent painted anything (well ok other than that butterfly but that doesnt count, its not the same), and I havent...doodled...anything. Haha. I couldnt think of what to write there. I cant wait to get out to the countryside where theres nothing but me, my thoughts, and God. Thats where I am so inspired. Thats how it was in mexico, and I just cant think with all the movement and clutter. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something else to write about, but I have one thing to do tonight and then Ill tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot. Lata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-6187256060432101933?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6187256060432101933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=6187256060432101933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6187256060432101933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6187256060432101933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-really-loved-this-picture-when-i.html' title='Art art art'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKDU6B9VNaI/AAAAAAAAACw/cyK0mcIrNTk/s72-c/art%3Dhappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-2753728086659449008</id><published>2008-08-05T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:26:15.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gushing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SJiPc58mmCI/AAAAAAAAACo/fJ68Ru1ddfo/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231088693944948770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SJiPc58mmCI/AAAAAAAAACo/fJ68Ru1ddfo/s320/tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! I know the pictures all sad, but I couldnt help but to choose it. Its just so....familiar. I dont know. Touching. But Im not sad. Its all good. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually dont have much to talk about today. I just felt like writing a blog. So what do I write about today? Wait. Be right back. Gonna go check on Mb and Amanda(that would be my little brother and sister in case you don't know), make sure they havent set anything on fire. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Everythings fine. Just a little smoke, no fire. It was pretty close though. *phew* [Future me:Wow...what a lame joke. Wow. wowowow. Shoot me now]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna leave the rest of this blog blank for later. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Future me again. How weird that I can actually use this picture and this blank spot in the same night that I randomly put it up here. But I wont. Its late. And I dont want to. Ill fill you in soon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-2753728086659449008?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2753728086659449008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=2753728086659449008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2753728086659449008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2753728086659449008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/08/gushing.html' title='Gushing'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SJiPc58mmCI/AAAAAAAAACo/fJ68Ru1ddfo/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-2862275776237306657</id><published>2008-07-29T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:12:10.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dumb dumb banana plums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SJTYxE7yxCI/AAAAAAAAACY/I2LH2CKjAvQ/s1600-h/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230043404933710882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SJTYxE7yxCI/AAAAAAAAACY/I2LH2CKjAvQ/s320/awesome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to make it clear to everyone here...I havent smoked. Its just to bad for you. Cant (and wont) do it. With that done....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...how long ago that blog seems to have been written. Life is funny isnt it? I thought these three weeks would have passed by so quickly. The whole time flies when your having fun thing, you know? But it seems like years ago when we were getting off the plane and coming here to Kingston. What was my point there? I can't remember....hahaha oh well. Its all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had a lot to write about here....but I really dont. I dont like having to write what Ive done...it just doesnt work. So I suppose its good that I am doing the whole video blog thing(eventually). Because now I dont have to worry about updating you all on the crap thats going on! You'll just see it for yourselves! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I do have one thing to write about. Disaster of disasters....it makes me want to break down in tears. My Ipod was washed! I may actually cry soon. It happened nearly a week and a half ago and I feel like Bella in New Moon. Part of my soul was ripped out of my chest. And I can never get the music I had on there because I got so much from Jay Potter at Pondo and some stuff you cant get on Itunes. I may just die. Forget the crying thing. I may just keel over. Gosh dangit. I miss it, I just want it to wake up. Such a sad day. I should be dressed in all black in mourning. But Im not. Cause that would be just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But talking about the whole music thing, apparently Im very musical. Not the singing thing, just the musicness. Which is true. But I never would have classified myself as musically inclined. But I have had a few different people(who dont know each other, if that makes any difference what-so-ever) and they both were "very suprised that I had not seen many concerts considering how much I like music". They both said almost exactly the same thing. Which is weird because as I said, they dont know each other. Ha! Go me! Ive always wanted to be a musicly inclined. I just listen to a lot of music. All the time. Like &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;the time. Go me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (sorta) music afficianado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/5256768174020564986-2862275776237306657?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2862275776237306657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=2862275776237306657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2862275776237306657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2862275776237306657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/dumb-dumb-banana-plums.html' title='dumb dumb banana plums'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SJTYxE7yxCI/AAAAAAAAACY/I2LH2CKjAvQ/s72-c/awesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-1551179729960098825</id><published>2008-07-22T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:36:23.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer pressure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SIYXzd4rZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/K09HEG7awxw/s1600-h/peer+pressure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225890590573159698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SIYXzd4rZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/K09HEG7awxw/s320/peer+pressure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been thinking. And you must be thinking....jeez Adam...you never stop do you? Ha! There is a reason this time. Crazy, I know. I've been thinking about smoking. My sister is a smoker. And so is my cousin and her boyfriend. And all of his family. And just about all of England. Now, if you are like me, you were never really around people who smoke. So you wonder what makes people smoke, right? And we all know the answer. It makes you look cool. And that never seems like a good answer to you. Because you think that it can't be too hard to hold your ground and say no. You know its a very stupid habit to pick up, so why do it? Ive always asked myself those questions. But its different when you hang around people who smoke. I always imagined people turning to me and pushing cigarettes in my face. That would be easy to say no to. I hate when people force me to do things. But thats not how it happens. They dont even have to pressure you. You there. Person who is like me. Try go hanging out with people who smoke. Come over here and join me. The people I hang out with are amazing. Everyone and their mothers smoke here. But try going out with them a million times while they have a smoke. All of them. And youre the only one sitting there without a ciggy or a glass of some type of alcohol. Its seriously hard to not want to join them. No one wants to be the odd one out. And no one(at least in my little group) even looks at you funny for not smoking. In fact, Im sure theyre glad I dont. They know its a disgusting, deadly habit. But i astounded myself when I thought...how weird...I want a cigarette. Second time thats happened to me. Its all very odd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the bad punctuation and grammar. I just had to get that out of my system. I believe it is gone now. Thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also. England is awesome. Im gonna see Shakespeare in an old abbey thats just ruins now!! How amazing right!? Ah. Im excited. Taming of the shrew here I come. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight. And Goodluck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-1551179729960098825?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1551179729960098825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=1551179729960098825' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/1551179729960098825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/1551179729960098825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/peer-pressure.html' title='Peer pressure.'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SIYXzd4rZRI/AAAAAAAAACI/K09HEG7awxw/s72-c/peer+pressure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-5407115106282574715</id><published>2008-07-21T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:59:25.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SIS-VjWgNGI/AAAAAAAAACA/McFD4CQxFbw/s1600-h/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225510745132774498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SIS-VjWgNGI/AAAAAAAAACA/McFD4CQxFbw/s320/reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone! Guess who it is? Im writing to you from Reading. Sadly its not pronounced like you think. Its more like Reding. Which depressees me to no end. Anyways. Sorry it took me so long...in case any of you were waited with baited breath. Doubt that. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ive spent the week in a town called Kingston. Its about half an hour from London. By train anyways. It has been fantastic. I have been spending the week with my cousin's boyfriend's family. There are....8 of them? 1...2...4...only 7. But they are so amazing. We went out quite a few times to the pubs. I actually had some alcohol. Crazy I know. But you know that old peer pressure. Didnt go off my face though. Didnt like the taste. Although I did have a...crap whats it called? Lemonade with beer. Starts with an S. Ah, well. Whatever it was, it was ok. Still tasted too much like alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we've come down to Reading to spend time with my Moms old friend Camony. She came out to America a few years back. She is pretty amazingy funny. Anyways I feel like Im rambling. So Ill just end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveyou all. Miss you all. Talk to you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-5407115106282574715?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5407115106282574715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=5407115106282574715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/5407115106282574715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/5407115106282574715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-everyone-guess-who-it-is-im-writing.html' title='Reading.'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SIS-VjWgNGI/AAAAAAAAACA/McFD4CQxFbw/s72-c/reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-401148521390809835</id><published>2008-07-13T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:33:15.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Score!</title><content type='html'>So. Awesomeness. I got my video blog today. Not that I have anything to put on it yet. But its awesome. Its &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/WhatIfItDoesSink"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/WhatIfItDoesSink&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story. Well more of a eternally frustrating story. So I already had an account on youtube, just so I could put comments on peoples videos. But when I got this new one I decided to erase the other, because I no longer needed it. So I was signed in to the old account, and the new account on a different page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to go delete the old one. But apparently, when you sign out of an account and into a new one, it changes it for every page. Can you see where this is going yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I deleted it, the page changed. And while it was changing something seemed...wrong. But i dismissed it with a shrug of my shoulders. And I went to go sign back into my new account. I was all excited. And suprise, suprise, what do I find? A red bar that says "This account has been closed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMM WHAT!?!?  Now, I had the self control not to actually scream at my computer, but I was pretty upset inside my little head. Like I said, when you sign into a new account it takes over every screen. Even if it doesnt say so on the top bar. So my brand new account with a great name was erased. And I couldnt even get it back because the name had already been used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to make a new name up and this (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/WhatIfItDoesSink"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/WhatIfItDoesSink&lt;/a&gt; in case you forgot) is that I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check it out. I went through a lot of trouble to get this stupid account. I better actually get a video camera. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave tommorrow. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've already written so many blogs that you have to go to a different page to read the first couple? Ummm what? Holy Moly. I haven't even left yet. Jeez Louise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Chips in Ice Cream(Sorry, Sarah that just doesnt do it for me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-401148521390809835?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/401148521390809835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=401148521390809835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/401148521390809835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/401148521390809835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/score.html' title='Score!'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-2584902307980605988</id><published>2008-07-11T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:06:51.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molto Bene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawn French.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Tenant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>Mob Mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHhXxA7ReuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/z0Rz3dNESPg/s1600-h/mobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222020267509906146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHhXxA7ReuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/z0Rz3dNESPg/s320/mobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness. Another blog about Doctor Who? Whats up with that? Dont knock it til you read it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Watching Doctor Who tonight. I've seen this episode before but I remembered how good it was. So I watched it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic. Wonderful. Molto Bene. (probably spelled wrong but thats ok). This is the best episode of any show ever, that I have seen. Amazing amazing amazing. Heres the link to the first part of the episode. There are 5 parts. It takes about 45 minutes. But its totally worth it. I love it because it shows the human mentality so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmIuLehO2RA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmIuLehO2RA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please, if you ever ever do anything I suggest. Do this. Its really worth it. Anf you dont have to know anything at all about Doctor Who. Heres a brief summary though. The Doctor is a Time Lord who travels around the universe(in time and space). He picks up companions(friends not prostitutes) along the way. His current one is Donna Noble. You see her at the beggining of this episode and the end of it as well. And the blond you see on the screen. She's Rose Tyler, and shes from season 1 and 2. Dont worry about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness. Fantastic. So well acted. Goosebumps. Everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now Dawn French is on the TV. This is Amazing English Actors Night apparently. Awesome. I suppose its God getting me ready. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-2584902307980605988?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2584902307980605988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=2584902307980605988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2584902307980605988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/2584902307980605988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/mob-mentality.html' title='Mob Mentality'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHhXxA7ReuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/z0Rz3dNESPg/s72-c/mobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-143419995777825314</id><published>2008-07-11T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:00:45.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calm'/><title type='text'>I always forget to put a title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHceZNHnO-I/AAAAAAAAABo/vRI2XZXqXk0/s1600-h/scattered+bokehs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221675711326534626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHceZNHnO-I/AAAAAAAAABo/vRI2XZXqXk0/s200/scattered+bokehs.jpg" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty picture. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever do what I'm doing? Not the whole going to England and across Europe thing. Just the whole big life changing thing? For the better, I mean. If so, how did you feel beforehand? Because I just realized I'm....calm? There's a little bit of nervousness. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; not much else. I have been very excited these past &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coupla&lt;/span&gt; days...but not no more. I almost want to say that it feels like its not real. But it does. Its coming. Its supposed to be exciting. But its not. I'm just...calm. With a tint of nervousness. Which you can see because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; just retyped what I said a few lines before. And that always bothers me. But I haven't changed it. I just elaborated and filled up a few more lines. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I suppose it must be God doing something or other. I am excited now...just to find out why I'm calm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Goodnight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TheBrit&lt;/span&gt;(If I like this enough, it may become the signature for all my blogs...I dunno)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-143419995777825314?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/143419995777825314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=143419995777825314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/143419995777825314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/143419995777825314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/pretty-picture.html' title='I always forget to put a title.'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHceZNHnO-I/AAAAAAAAABo/vRI2XZXqXk0/s72-c/scattered+bokehs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-257400587090246620</id><published>2008-07-10T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:34:18.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kina Grannis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julia Nunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Env cellphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrew Bravener'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AmazingPhil'/><title type='text'>Rambles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How odd. I can think of nothing to write about. Nothing worth the effort anyway. And I really want to write something. Its not anything like writers block, because frankly, I'm not really a writer. Well, I suppose technically I am, because these words are coming out of my fingers. Whatevs. I still don't think I write well very often. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did not start writing this pointless blog just to make people say "Oh, no Adam. You're a terrific write." Sure, you could say that. Youre my friends. You have to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Onwards and upwards! Oh. Mmm...Im excited for when they do The Last Battle. Aren't you? I thought Prince Caspian was...meh...ok. I really did not enjoy the Caspian/Susan thing. Ridiculous. Majorly ridiculous. Other than that...well no, it was still just ok. The whole seizing the castle thing? Didn't happen. And...dang it I lost my train of thought. Well. Thats what I thought of that. I hope they do Voyage well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just ramble for a while. I tend to do that in these blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221621661203881634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHbtPEuK3qI/AAAAAAAAABg/9htQK8o1KvI/s200/env.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm leaving my phone behind in 4 days. And it makes me very sad. I paid 150 for that thing! It has served me well. And I am going to miss it so bad. We went through amazing times together. Well....except that one time I dropped it in the toilet. But it still works...except for the 1 button....and the # button. But who uses those anymore? Not this dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to throw out a few amazing people I've been watching on Youtube lately. Such as: KinaGrannis. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kinagrannis"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/kinagrannis&lt;/a&gt;. She seems like a pretty cool person. She actually reminds me of Kaili Hardy. Watch her if you like music without all the comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you like comedy and music, I suggest Ms. Julia Nunes. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jaaaaaaa"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/jaaaaaaa&lt;/a&gt;. She plays the Ukelele. And the Melodica(its like a mini mix of the piano and a flute?) She is also amazingly funny. And this weeks (Its the End of The World) is very very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;And if you just like comedy I have to people to watch! First off...Mr. Andrew Bravener. He is from Canada. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/AndrewBravener"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/AndrewBravener&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He is good at making me laugh. Watch him. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And secondly, someone who I found through Mr. Bravener there. AmazingPhil(He's from England!)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/AmazingPhil"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/AmazingPhil&lt;/a&gt;. I have been watching him, almost non-stop for the past few days. Which is pretty exciting. He is also quite funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay! I think I'm done! I just need to figure out how to tag things again. Oh, look. The box to do so is right under this. Goodie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-257400587090246620?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/257400587090246620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=257400587090246620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/257400587090246620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/257400587090246620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/rambles.html' title='Rambles!'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHbtPEuK3qI/AAAAAAAAABg/9htQK8o1KvI/s72-c/env.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-6031076459494305068</id><published>2008-07-10T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:43:38.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if it sinks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHW4CDBYu1I/AAAAAAAAABY/hY_2HLGzus0/s1600-h/sinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221281688316328786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHW4CDBYu1I/AAAAAAAAABY/hY_2HLGzus0/s320/sinking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today,I went to the beach. Mmmmm...I love the beach. A lot. And it was amazing, a nice last hurrah with my church. But I was abused! I was ranted at over and over again! People *cough* David and Bekah *cough*. They tried to explain all the downsides to England. Ill am attempting to tell you all....so you can laugh along with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Royal Family. Now, they really let loose on the poor royal family, but I'm making it into one subject. They let loose on their genes and all that incest. Which yes, is weird, but they're royal! So its ok. Haha. And their status as figureheads, and their apparent lack of knowledge that they are such. Which I'm sure they know about. Poor Queen Elizabeth II. Bekah didnt even want to know your name. Sad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh. And David thinks Princess Di was quite attractive. Even with the incest. So ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oh crap...I already forgot. It was the second funniest one....crap crap crap. Hahahaha. What was it? Ill ask them tommorrow. Theyre coming over here. Whoopie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And my favorite....What if it sinks????? I laughed so hard. So hard. And now it doesnt seem as funny. But I was nearly in tears. Ok...thats an exageration. But it was funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheBrit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-6031076459494305068?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6031076459494305068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=6031076459494305068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6031076459494305068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6031076459494305068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-if-it-sinks.html' title='What if it sinks?'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHW4CDBYu1I/AAAAAAAAABY/hY_2HLGzus0/s72-c/sinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-7535058129728616742</id><published>2008-07-07T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:03:16.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHMC3vIVWtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lW3Gxf8yVWM/s1600-h/Wonder+wonder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220519549620017874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHMC3vIVWtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lW3Gxf8yVWM/s320/Wonder+wonder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, tonight my mom asked me to take the dog out to the park behind the apartments. And as he was running wild and free in Lu Highs track field, I decided to lay down on the ground. As I did so, I found myself looking at the stars. And thinking about how nice they looked away from most of the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realized that I will be looking at those amazing stars in a place where there is no smog or lights or anything to block them out. The thought makes me want to cry. I love nature. I cannot wait. I am going to have to take pictures and show you all. Eeek! I can't wait! Mehehehe...I dont know what that was...who laughs like that? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sleepy. Goodnight.&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/5256768174020564986-7535058129728616742?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7535058129728616742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=7535058129728616742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/7535058129728616742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/7535058129728616742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-tonight-my-mom-asked-me-to-take-dog.html' title='Stars.'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHMC3vIVWtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lW3Gxf8yVWM/s72-c/Wonder+wonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-6366924043893347041</id><published>2008-07-06T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:15:35.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs a title?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHGyy43DToI/AAAAAAAAABI/OPE1s04fjHA/s1600-h/david-tennant-specs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220150030425607810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHGyy43DToI/AAAAAAAAABI/OPE1s04fjHA/s320/david-tennant-specs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three in one day? What the heck. Ah, well. None of them are amazing. Haha. This one has nothing to do with England...well except one thing. This guy. His name is David Tenant. He is the 10th Doctor in the amazing Doctor Who series. He is my favorite, although, technically, I've only seen two of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...the reason I bring him up is quite random. Today I was watching "Harry Potter: Goblet of Fire." and guess who showed up? Thats right. This(quite attractive, if I may say so) man. He was Barty Crouch Jr.! I know many of you will be quite unimpressed by this. But I was dumbfounded. And quite excited. It makes the whole movie better. Which is good because I hated the fourth one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get going. Busy, busy day tommorrow. Pretty excited. Life is so good right now!! Yay. = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-6366924043893347041?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6366924043893347041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=6366924043893347041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6366924043893347041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6366924043893347041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-in-one-day-what-heck.html' title='Who needs a title?'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHGyy43DToI/AAAAAAAAABI/OPE1s04fjHA/s72-c/david-tennant-specs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-7790371525037590900</id><published>2008-07-06T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:16:19.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHGXL3oEalI/AAAAAAAAABA/OuAWqRFNDt4/s1600-h/leep+into+forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220119673265482322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHGXL3oEalI/AAAAAAAAABA/OuAWqRFNDt4/s320/leep+into+forever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third time I've tried to write this blog. And I'm not sure I'm in a writing mood. But I'll tough through it. See, plans have changed. For serious. Im going to go to England. Im going to stay in England, when my family comes back here. But I'm only gonna stay for a few months. I am going backpacking for sure. Ahhhhh! I can't wait. I am going to buy a video camera and make a video blog too! I'll put the link up here if it all works out as planned. Which it should. Ahhhhhhh! I'm so excited!&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/5256768174020564986-7790371525037590900?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7790371525037590900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=7790371525037590900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/7790371525037590900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/7790371525037590900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-third-time-ive-tried-to-write.html' title='Plans!'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHGXL3oEalI/AAAAAAAAABA/OuAWqRFNDt4/s72-c/leep+into+forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-6150494135096816005</id><published>2008-07-06T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:16:41.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHGT9zxKwOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GNzKwHL0iTI/s1600-h/portal+de+l%27Angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220116133176852706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHGT9zxKwOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GNzKwHL0iTI/s320/portal+de+l%27Angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad day, today was. Today (July the 6th) was the day so many of my friends left for the Philippines. They are gone for three weeks. And I leave in 8 days. So, you can guess the reason for my sadness. I will not see them. For a long time. I still don't know how long, and I'm not planning on finding out until I am done. I'm leaving my plans open. I have a feeling God will be able to use me that way. So really, Im excited for the future. So much. I can't wait. Im telling everyone who will listen. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still pretty sad. I miss them. Haha. Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-6150494135096816005?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6150494135096816005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=6150494135096816005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6150494135096816005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/6150494135096816005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad-day.html' title='Sad day.'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SHGT9zxKwOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/GNzKwHL0iTI/s72-c/portal+de+l%27Angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5256768174020564986.post-7696520467376234808</id><published>2008-07-03T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T02:18:21.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Backpacking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>Intro to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SGyZJlrOHHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2wmvjOTxkxs/s1600-h/nature(raindrop+on+leaves).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218714458226826354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SGyZJlrOHHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2wmvjOTxkxs/s320/nature(raindrop+on+leaves).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...ok. Not really an intro to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an intro to what I'm doing on this site. In 11 days I am heading off to England with my family to spend 3 weeks in England. Then they are coming home. Thats right, I said they. I am staying. With who? I'm still not 100 percent sure. Thats partly my fault, but where's the adventure in knowing everything before hand? Nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I said, I'm staying. If I have a place to stay then I'll live in England working and living and doing normal English things. But if it doesn't work out then I will go backpacking across Europe. Just me, my clothes, and my currently usless violin. And that will be amazing. I feel like that is what is going to happen. And I want it to happen. To be able to trust in God to that degree. I think I may pee my pants with excitment. Mmm...I can't wait! Life is too short. Time to go out and live life for reals. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is just a random, opening blog to get me going. Cool beans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5256768174020564986-7696520467376234808?l=adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7696520467376234808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5256768174020564986&amp;postID=7696520467376234808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/7696520467376234808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5256768174020564986/posts/default/7696520467376234808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adamsnightdrive.blogspot.com/2008/07/intro-to-me.html' title='Intro to Me'/><author><name>NightDrive</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434453484547655850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SKdXLjkiX-I/AAAAAAAAADI/GH9DBzSM-Qs/S220/IMG_0741.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_stB0-KbPMmM/SGyZJlrOHHI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2wmvjOTxkxs/s72-c/nature(raindrop+on+leaves).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
